Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

The garden is quiet and whispers occasionally. All of them are lonely young people who can't bear the reception. Ye Mingyu finds the little girl sitting on the swing without much effort.

Gu Shuyi is now receiving the congratulations of ladies and gentlemen. He doesn't care about the stepdaughter, so he asks the nanny to take her out to play.

The nanny knew that the child was autistic and didn't cry or make noise. If she left her here, she would not run around, so she went straight to other servants to chat and fart.

In the moonlight, just five-year-old girl is wearing gorgeous and exquisite dress, but the expression on her face is very empty. It is not like the expression that a child should appear at all.

Ye Mingyu was stunned. After a few minutes, he stepped forward and saw a stranger. Jiang Shucheng didn't lift his eyes. Ye Mingyu squatted in front of her and said, "little sister, your name is orange, aren't you?"

Jiang Shucheng ignored her.

Maybe it's the nature of a child. She naturally rejects Ye Mingyu, a gorgeous and compelling woman.

Ye Mingyu said, "I'm a friend of the sister who came to see you last time."

Jiang Shucheng raised his head just now, his eyes seemed to be lit by a candle, "elder sister..."

Ye Mingyu hum voice, "but your little sister is not here now, she let me see you."

The little girl did not believe it, but pursed her lips and said, "what evidence do you have to prove that you are a friend of Xiaoyu's sister?"

Ye Mingyu is a bit choked - children are so hard to cheat these days.

She took out her mobile phone and found a picture of herself and Huayu to show to the little girl, "now do you believe it?"

After a careful look, Jiang Shu orange just nodded a little head, "sister Xiaoyu asked you to come to me?"

Ye Mingyu said, "has Gu Shuyi hit you recently?"

Just referring to the three words "Gu Shuyi", Jiang Shucheng began to tremble, and his small face was pale and said: "I'm afraid you can't help me She Prick me with a needle... "

Ye Mingyu is distressed. This mother Gu is not a person. How can she get down to her hands?

After touching the little girl's head, ye Mingyu pushed something to her and said in a low voice, "if you hide it, don't let Gu Shuyi find it. After you go back, stick it on the head of your bed and press the red button on it. Do you know?"

Seeing the little girl's ignorant nod, ye Mingyu continued: "if Gu Shuyi bullies you again next time, you will cry, you will go to your father, understand?"

Jiang Shucheng was worried: "no No way Aunt Gu said that dad didn't like bad children, so I couldn't cry... "

"You cry because you've been bullied." Ye Mingyu said, "only those who cry for no reason are bad children. Do you know?"

Jiang Shu orange is obviously still unacceptable.

Gu Shuyi is her psychologist. She has been treated for two years. As long as she cries and complains, she becomes a "bad child". As long as she becomes a "bad child", she will be abandoned by her only family member.

These ideas have been rooted in her young heart, and are deeply rooted, and it is difficult to cut off.

Ye Mingyu is not reluctant, just wipe tears for the little girl, and then put a piece of chocolate to her: "flower language says you like to eat chocolate."

knew what everyone make, and Jiang Shu immediately grabbed the chocolate tightly, as if he were holding something rare. Ye Mingyu secretly told Tucao brother that he was killing all men, women, children and young people, and even the little girls could not make complaints about it.

make complaints about Tucao, but she still make complaints about it again before leaving.

What she didn't know was that just after she left, Gu Shuyi appeared with a red wine cup and looked down at Jiang Shu orange sitting on the swing: "what did that sister give you just now?"

Jiang Shu orange subconsciously put his hand behind his back.

Gu Shuyi's smile on his face was very gentle, "orange, put out your hand."

Jiang Shu orange drooped his head and did not speak, and his hands were dead holding the things in his hands.

Gu Shuyi's smile became stiff and cold, "orange, hand in the things."

Jiang Shucheng's tears kept flowing, biting his lips, and finally stretched out his hand. On the palm of his tender hand, lay a piece of finely packed Ferrero.

Gu Shuyi was relieved to see the chocolate.

It seems that she is suspicious. Recently, Jiang Wenyi has not been indifferent to her. She thought it was Jiang Wenyi who noticed something.

Gu Shuyi threw the chocolate into the dustbin and said with a smile, "orange, it's so cold at night. Go back with the nanny quickly. If you have a cold, your aunt will be distressed."

Jiang Shu orange wiped his tears and gave a low hum.

When Gu Shuyi left, she picked up the small pinhole camera that had not been the size of a nail cap, which had been thrown on the ground in her impatience.

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I don't know if it's because I saw the charming amorous feelings before I went to sleep. I had a dream that night.

It's just that the dream with spring breath has not progressed to the end, and the plot turns into a terrible escape game.She kept running in the dark. She just cried and called Yu Jinhuai's name. But the man who just did something about her was gone now. There was only a voice behind her, which seemed like a ghost: "ice You will come back to me

Who the hell is coming back to you!

Who the hell wants Be a monster like you!

In the dark, a pair of white hands suddenly stretched out. The fingers were slender and the joints were symmetrical. On the index finger of the left hand, a wide edged ring of ancient silver was worn. If the current situation was ignored, these hands would be rare works of art. But when the hands were close to hugging her waist Flower language has only one feeling - extreme panic.

This kind of panic made her wake up from her dream. The night was heavy on the sky. The stars were shining all over the sky, and the moon was like a pool of silver water.

Hua Yu took out her mobile phone and looked at the time. It was just three o'clock in the night.

It is said that three is the time when ghosts are in vogue.

On the hot night of June, Hua Yu was in a cold sweat, thinking of the white hands in her dream, which made her feel more frightening. A layer of goose bumps appeared on her back.

She was the only one in the dark bedroom, and the moonlight was dim. When I saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, it seemed like a lot of ghosts

306 and 305's young and old men, estimated to die also unexpected, in this ordinary and quiet night, their ferocious little drillmaster woke up from the nightmare, was scared by his brain supply, and then cried and cried, and called his boyfriend with tears.

Although Hua Yu also thinks that this is the black history of her life, she thinks that if she doesn't make this call, she won't have the rest of her life.

The moment the phone was connected, she felt like a devil in hell had been redeemed.