Mo Lingyuan's expression was sad, his face was gloomy, and the pain that was sealed in his body seemed to have found an outlet in an instant, and he kicked over the table in front of him.

But his body was like a paralyzed body in an instant, and he fell into the Taishi chair decadently, and his voice was hoarse and tired: "Ben Shuai dreamed that she was dying of breath, and she couldn't even cry in pain, and she called Ben Shuai's name over and over again......"

The dream, so real.

It was as if he could only watch her struggle in pain like a wisp of soul, and he wanted to hug her, but his fingers penetrated through her body, trying to comfort her, but he couldn't make any sound.

Mo Lingyuan closed his eyes in frustration, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

Mu Qing looked at the overturned tables and chairs, ignored the mess on the ground, and racked his brains to comfort: "Master, dreams and reality are generally opposite. ”

Besides, the young lady fell from such a high cliff, and it was already an eye-opener to be able to save the young lady's life, and the child was afraid that it would be long gone, how could it be difficult to give birth?

Mu Qing thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, he counted the date with his fingers, and said against his will: "Master, the so-called thinking day and night dreaming, you probably miss the young lady too much, so you will have such a dream."

The child in the young lady's womb is only seven and a half months old.

I was pregnant in October, and the child in the young lady's womb was still more than two months before it was born......"

When Mo Lingyuan heard Mu Qing say this, he finally felt a little better in his heart.

......

On the second day, as soon as Mo Lingyuan walked out of the study, he heard Duan Changyu and the housekeeper discussing preparing gifts to send out.

Hearing the word "born", Mo Lingyuan asked casually: "What did you give birth to?" Who gave birth? ”

"It's Nanyan girl who gave birth." The housekeeper replied respectfully: "I heard Miss Yun say that before the young lady had an accident, she also bought clothes, shoes and socks for Miss Nanyan's children.

Anyway, he is also a relative of the young lady, and the old slave wants to prepare some gifts and gift money to send over in the name of the young lady. ”

Mo Lingyuan didn't care about these things, and only asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?" ”

"If you go back to your father, it's a boy." Duan Changyu looked at Mo Lingyuan's face cautiously: "Young Master Wen put all the assets he got back from the Chu family in the name of the young lady.

Now the income of Yunlai Pavilion and Yunlaike is also allocated to Lingyunmen on time. ”

Mo Lingyuan raised his feet and walked out: "Ben Shuai went to see that child." ”

No one expected that Mo Lingyuan would take time out of his busy schedule and go to Yunlai Pavilion to come over to see the newborn baby.

Wen Tingyun made tea and put it in front of Mo Lingyuan, and personally hugged the baby to show him.

Mo Lingyuan stared at the baby's wrinkled and soft red face, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, he took out a jade pendant from his cuff and put it in the child's swaddling clothes, and said lightly: "This is a gift that Yun Yao prepared for him in advance, and it was specially opened in the temple." ”

At the mention of Chu Yunyao, Wen Tingyun felt uncomfortable, so he had to accept the jade pendant......

Mo Lingyuan didn't stay in Yunlai Pavilion for too long, just glanced at the child, then returned to the mansion and locked himself in the study.

Mo Lingyuan stroked the portrait hanging on the wall, and his fingertips swept over the woman's delicate eyebrows, "Yun Yao, are all newborn children wrinkled and red?"

His forehead was full of wrinkles, and he cried ugly like a little old man, and his hair was so thin.

If our child is born safely, it will not be like this, it will be very good-looking and likable, right? ”