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Chapter 51 Nuannuan, it¡¯s been thirteen years.

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    Emperor Garden is located in the western suburbs of City A. It is built on a small island in the middle of Qiushui Lake. It covers an area of ??hundreds of acres and is connected to the shore by a white jade arch bridge.

    He Wen drove the car onto the bridge. The three-story villa on the island looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight.

    The reason why I came to Imperial Garden is because the security here is very good. Let alone the paparazzi and the media, not even a fly can fly in.

    He Wen stopped the car, walked around half the car body and opened the door.  Song Zhan looked at Qin Nuan who was sleeping on the seat, bent down and picked her up, and they got out of the car together.

    She was lighter than he thought, so Song Zhan carried her into the villa without any effort.

    Shen Bai had already arrived. He was waiting in the living room and saw Song Zhan walking in with a woman in his arms. His eyes couldn't help but stay on the woman's face for a few seconds.

    She is indeed a very beautiful woman.

    "Master Zhan, is she the Qin Nuan you have been looking for?"

    Song Zhan responded lightly, without answering yes or no.

    Seeing this, Shen Bai didn't ask any more questions and took Qin Nuan's temperature.

    "Thirty-nine degrees eight, this temperature is not low, and we need an infusion."

    "good!"

    Song Zhan said hello, then carried Qin Nuan to the guest room on the second floor, put her on the bed, and adjusted her to a comfortable position.

    After Shen Bai hung up the bottle for Qin Nuan, Song Zhan asked him and He Wen to go back first.

    There were only two people left in Nuo Da's villa, which seemed a little deserted.

    Song Zhan walked to the window in the room. The night breeze gently blew the gauze curtains, and the air in the room was a little low.

    He took out a cigarette from nowhere, took out the lighter, and turned it around twice casually, the flames spinning and jumping on his fingertips.  When lighting a cigarette, Qin Nuan suddenly made an uncomfortable sound on the bed, and Song Zhan slammed the lighter cover shut.

    He put down his cigarette and walked to the bed.

    There was only one bedside lamp lit in the room, and the light was dim, reflecting Qin Nuan's pink and white face.

    There was a pair of anti-pyretic patches on her forehead. Maybe it was too cold. Qin Nuan frowned uncomfortably in her sleep.

    Song Zhan stood tall and tall, standing in front of the bed. He stared at the person on the bed, his eyes were very dark, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless, but there was an undercurrent surging in the depths, and there were turbulent waves flowing.

    She is the person who is most like her, with exactly the same name, exactly the same face, and even the look of her gestures and gestures are becoming more and more similar.

    But if it was really her, how could she not remember him?

    Song Zhan was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Qin Nuan's painful low moans in his ears.

    "Mommy mommy¡­¡­"

    In her sleep, Qin Nuan seemed to have remembered something bad. She huddled up tiredly, arched her back, and hugged herself tightly, with a posture of self-protection.

    The broken and tearing voice was filled with tears, and she shouted intermittently from her mouth: "Mom don't die don't die, okay Nuannuan is so scared"

    Song Zhan's pupils widened in vain. He looked at the person on the bed in disbelief. His broad shoulders hunched down feebly, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

    He clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, his joints felt white, and his throat seemed to be pinched, controlling him not to make a sound.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a tear fell on the back of Song Zhan¡¯s hand.

    He hugged the person on the bed tightly.

    Nuannuan, it¡¯s been thirteen years.

    Being tightly wrapped in a generous and powerful embrace, Qin Nuan in the nightmare seemed to have found a sense of security. Her tense body gradually relaxed. She leaned on Song Zhan's shoulder, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sniffed, and then  Fell into sleep.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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