"No way!" Luo Xiaobai rubbed Old Mrs. Meng's shoulder and took a deep breath.
The old lady always has a scent of osmanthus on her body, which is very light and almost non-existent, like a socialite from the old Shanghai of the last century.
Luo Xiaobai greedily absorbed the fragrance: "Grandma is always the best grandma, and she is Luoluo's favorite grandma."
Old Mrs. Meng suddenly felt a sore nose. She opened her eyes wide and pushed out the moisture in her eyes.
"Don't let your Grandpa Luo hear this. He knows that you love me as an old woman now, but he will be jealous. When grandma meets me underground a hundred years later, he can settle the accounts with me."
Luo Xiaobai shook his head: "No! Grandpa will only be happier knowing that someone loves me so much now."
"These are the two old people Luo Xiaobai loves most. She has already missed Mr. Luo. Now, she must not be unable to keep Mrs. Meng anymore.
She let go of the old man and gave him a heavy slap on his forehead.
"Okay, I have to leave quickly. If it's too late, mom will have to sleep in the car."
If she doesn¡¯t leave, she won¡¯t be able to hold back her emotions.
Mrs. Meng¡¯s eyelashes trembled, she raised her head and looked at her granddaughter, who was half a head taller than her.
?? His fingers moved down little by little along the outline of Luo Xiaobai's side face, as if he wanted to carve this face into his heart.
The old man said warmly: "Go and be nice to Xiao Gu, grandma it's enough to see you loving each other."
Luo Xiaobai clenched his teeth hard to prevent any flaw in his expression.
She smiled widely and said, "I know, grandma, I'm leaving. Goodbye."
The last two words disappeared into the air gently, with a hint of final sound.
Mrs. Meng waved her hand and watched as Gu Lingheng picked up Luo Xiaobai and got into the car.
The car's taillights, in the darkness, became farther and farther away, and finally turned into a point and disappeared again.
The old lady swayed and almost fainted.
Meng Yan¡¯s eyes were aching and he quickly held his hand, saying in a concentrated voice: ¡°Grandma, I¡¯ll ask Grandpa Du to come over and take your pulse.¡±
"No need!" Old Mrs. Meng waited for the wave of dizziness before she straightened up.
One moment, the fragile woman was exposed, and the next second, like a fierce general returning, the sound of swords being unsheathed could almost be heard all around.
She turned around: "Ayan, pack your things, let's go back to the compound!"
Meng Yan clenched his fists: "Okay!"
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An hour later, Mo Yuan.
Mrs. Gu sat refreshed in the living room, instructing Peter to clean up everything Yuesheng had touched.
¡°And the places where the snake has rubbed are all disinfected with alcohol. I don¡¯t want to see any traces.¡±
Peter responded respectfully and raised his hand to ask the servants to speed up their movements.
Suddenly, there was a hissing sound coming from under the sofa.
Mrs. Gu¡¯s hand holding the coffee trembled, making her a little panicked.
"Peter, did you hear anything?"
Peter raised his head when he heard the sound and looked where Mrs. Gu pointed.
The old man¡¯s eyes widened instantly: ¡°Madam!¡±
Mrs. Gu was already flustered, but when Peter shouted, her heart started to tremble.
She frowned angrily: "I asked you to listen to the sound, what are you doing there yelling?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a chill ran across the instep of her feet.
It was cold and soft, like a cold wind blowing by, but it inexplicably made people get goosebumps and the hairs around them stood up.
Mrs. Gu took a shaky breath, swallowed the saliva in her throat, plucked up her courage, and slowly looked down -
A big snake head, with its tongue hanging out, was circling around her feet, and her feet were about to be entangled in it.