He whispered again: "Ai Jia is a lunatic. How can He Huan dare to protect her with Qin Mo, let alone you and me. Mengmeng, it's useless where you hide."

He was not destroying his own power, but he had a hunch that Ai Mengmeng had a handle in Ai Jia's hands, and there must be inextricable relationships between them.

If Rong Yue doesn't love her so much, he can't help but ask, but he is her husband.

Once she was hurt like that, but in the future, no one can guarantee.

As a man, he has the responsibility to protect her.

A lunatic like Ai Jia will not let anyone go.

Ai Mengmeng looked at him blankly, and murmured somewhat unconsciously; "Rong Yue, Ai Jia is a lunatic, she can do everything, I am afraid."

Rong Yue stared at her for a long time, holding her finger and slowly letting it go, changing to holding her hand.

Ai Mengmeng's hands are cold, icy cold, while Rong Yue's hands are slightly warm.

This warmth slowly warmed her.

Ai Mengmeng raised her head, her voice soft and dreamy: "Rong Yue, you don't want to know this story, I am far worse and dirty than you think."

As she spoke, she probably couldn't stand the past and she kept shaking her head.

In Ai Mengmeng's heart, she can only accept the current life of herself and Rong Yue, and she has selectively filtered out the past.

At this time, she felt sorry for Rong Yue just thinking of the past.

When she was still in her hometown, she was...

Suddenly, Ai Mengmeng thought of something, and her face suddenly whitened.

Rong Yue looked at her and said in a very low voice, "What's the matter?"

Ai Mengmeng's fingers grasped his hand, grasping very tightly, and his nails were almost sinking into his flesh.

Ai Mengmeng's expression was almost distorted at this time, and his spirit was more like a breakdown.

Rong Yue frowned and embraced her: "Mengmeng!"

Ai Mengmeng’s face was particularly ugly. She stared at Rong Yue’s face and her voice trembled: "My generation is ruined in her hands. How can she be so cruel, I am her own sister." , How could she do this to me!"

After she finished speaking the last note, she couldn't help but shed tears.

He murmured again: "How could she treat me like this!"

Rong Yue's heart ached, he held her in his arms to comfort him.

She was shaking constantly, and she didn't know how long it took before she calmed down slowly.

Rong Yue took her to the study, turned the heating on to maximum, and poured her a cup of hot cocoa.

Then sat opposite her.

Probably it was very warm, and probably because of half a cup of hot cocoa, her mood slowly stabilized.

Rong Yue's voice was very soft: "Now, can you tell me?"

Ai Mengmeng has calmed down a lot. She holds the cup in her hand with hot cocoa in it.

Later, she pursed her lips, and said softly, "Ai Jia was adopted by someone from my house. I was young, probably less than two years old, and Ai Jia was seven or eight years old. I have no memory. , I always thought that there was only one child at home, until Ai Jia appeared in his hometown again."

Rong Yue looked at her quietly, knowing that the following things would not make people very happy or the pain of Ai Mengmeng's life.

The scumbag who insulted her may have been found by Ai Jia, and Rong Yue intuitively felt that.

Ai Mengmeng's voice is very calm, but in this calm, there is a trace of tremor.