Chapter 877 Feeling Something Is Wrong

"Hm" He Hanchuan looked up at her, the bowl and chopsticks in his hand tilted, one chopstick falling to the ground.Tap.The sound of chopsticks hitting the floor was unusually clear in the restaurant."...Maybe.

Towards Evening pursed her lips.

I hope it's really just her overthinking!

"Beautiful ladies, here are your drinks. Enjoy yourselves," the bartender said as he placed each one in front of them. He then propped his chin up with his hand and looked at Menglan curiously, "Boss Meng, how come you suddenly disappeared five years ago We haven't heard from you in the world for so long, where did you go"

Menglan chuckled softly.

"I went out and had a child." She winked lightly, her eyes rippling with a hint of alluring charm.

"No way, you really had a baby But you don't look like someone who has given birth at all!"

The bartender's eyes scanned her body up and down, his hand rubbing his chin, muttering in appreciation.

This was his first time seeing a woman who had given birth and still maintained such a graceful figure. Although Meilan didn't wear much makeup, there wasn't a single wrinkle on her face; she was very well-preserved.

Even saying she's an 18-year-old college student, people would believe it!

"Thank you for the compliment." Menglan took a light sip of wine, the mellow and stimulating taste making her eyes light up.

Perhaps it was the dim lights of the bar, or maybe the taste of alcohol stirred something deep within her, but she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Things change, and people live in this world for decades. It's impossible to always be smooth sailing. We always have to go through many things, and slowly, we will change.

For example, she used to be a rich young lady, without worries about food and clothing. All day long, she only did one thing, which was to stay by Feng Mu's side and please her.

Looking back, it seems like something that happened many years ago.

Time flies, and she can never return to her former self.

"Slap!"

Only a sharp cracking sound could be heard, followed by Xiang Wan's cry of "Ah!"

Meng Lan was stunned for a moment, hurriedly turning her gaze to her, nervously watching her, "What's wrong Are you feeling unwell somewhere"

Only then did I see that A-Wan's face had turned ashen. She bit her lip so hard, it was almost white.

"I... I'm fine." She whispered, hurriedly crouching down to pick up the broken glass from the floor.

"Don't move around anymore, and don't stab me."

Menglan, after finishing her words, reached out to try and pull her up from the ground.

Although she was quick, she was still a step late. Towards the evening's finger cut on a sharp piece of debris, the tip of her finger oozing crimson blood, pain caused her to inhale sharply.

"It hurts..."

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"How could you be so careless" Menglan hurriedly pulled her up from the ground and then instructed the bartender behind her, "Do you have a bandage"

"Yes."

The bartender agreed and hurriedly rummaged through his drawer for a box of band-aids, handing them to her.

Meng Lan personally put a bandage on Xiang Wan's finger, but she discovered that her body was trembling violently, her face tense, and her eyes filled with fear!

"What's wrong, Xiang Wan Did you think of something" Meng Lan asked nervously, "Tell me honestly."

Only then did Yanan raise her eyes to look at her, her eyes brimming with tears, as if they were about to fall the next second.

Menglan quickly grasped Xiangwan's hand, only to find her palm was icy cold, as if she couldn't warm it up no matter how much she tried.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Xiangwan said, her voice trembling with fear. "Even though you probably don't believe me, and I know saying this isn't good, but I just feel like Hanchuan is going to be in trouble..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Lan's brow furrowed in surprise.

"Don't overthink it." She held onto Huā Yuē’s palm tightly, her long fingers gently rubbing her palm, softly reminding her, "Intuition isn't always accurate. Hán Chuān is a smart person and will definitely arrange many capable assistants around him, nothing will happen."

...Won't....

Towards the evening tightly pursed her lips, her eyes gradually reddening, she subconsciously reached out and clutched at her chest.

She'd love that!

I don't know what's the matter, but my heart has yet to land on the ground.

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This party wasn't very enjoyable.

Dream landed supported by Moona's arm as they walked out of the tavern. Since both of them were tipsy, it wasn't convenient to call a cab, so they could only stand on the roadside and wave for a ride.

But she tried to flag down cars for half an hour, but none of them stopped.

Just when Menglan was anxious, a luxury car suddenly stopped in front of her. The car window slowly rolled down, and Feng Mu's handsome face appeared.

His fingers tightly gripped the sunglasses, slowly taking them off, revealing eyes like an eagle's!

When she saw him, Menglan was taken aback for a moment.

"How did you get here"

"Come and get you." Feng Mu's voice was calm, "Get in the car, it's not easy to hail a cab here."

Menglan pursed her red lips, her eyes filled with conflict as she looked at him. But when she saw the listless Xiangwan in his arms, after a moment's thought, she still helped her into the car.

"Let's go to the He family first."

She reminded him in a low voice.

"Okay." Feng Mu replied softly, slowly driving away.

"Wawawa, are you feeling down"

Feng Mu took the lead to ask, glancing at Xiang Wan from the rearview mirror.

"It's nothing." Xiang Wan raised her finger to knead her temples, her voice low as she reminded herself, "Maybe I'm just too tired."

"That's true, now that Old He has left, both home and family need you to worry about more things. Your energy will be spread thinner."

Listening to his words, Xiang Wan pursed her red lips and did not continue to say anything more.

If it's really just about household chores, that's simple enough.

Soon, Feng Mu drove the car to the He family. Xiang Wan pushed open the car door and got out, reminding them,

"Just bring me here, it's getting late, you guys don't have to come down with me."

"Alright." Menglan looked at her with worry, "Don't overthink things, Yiwei. Whatever bumps from the past you encounter, just give me a call, okay"

"Got it."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Xiang Wan's eyes, then her gaze shifted to Feng Mu. "Then I'll entrust Menglan to you, safely send her home."

"Don't worry."

Feng Mu nodded.

As he watched Xiang Wan enter the villa, Feng Mu finally drove away.

Only the two of them were left in the carriage. Neither was willing to speak first, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Cough!" Feng Mu cleared his throat first and glanced at Meng Lan through the rearview mirror. He asked casually, "What's wrong with Xiang Wan Since Lao He left, she seems a little distracted."know which media sent them, but I smoothed things over for you. I'm afraid they might plot against you later, so I just used our photos to block it.” Wang Zhisan’s tone was sincere, with a somewhat de...