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Ye Qinghuan's voice became clearer.

Lin Ange looked towards the source of the sound.

A flower boat decorated with countless flowers caught her eye.

The flower boat floated on the dark blue sea.

On the boat stood a woman in a lavender silk qipao. She wore delicate, light makeup and had her hair tied up in a bun. He appeared gentle and demure, with an extraordinary temperament.

Wasn't this the person who had called her?

"Mom …"

Lin Ange immediately ran towards the flower boat. Hai Shui quickly reached her ankles.

"An Ge, don't come over …"

Ye Qinghuan stood on the boat, her eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Mom, where are you going?"

"Mom is going to where she should go …"

"No, don't …"

Lin Ange came back to her senses. Where did she say she should go? Tears began to roll down the corners of his eyes, and his voice became choked with sobs.

"An Ge, you have to be fine. In the future, no matter what happens, don't leave Yiyao. You must guard your little home. "You all need to be in love with each other forever …"

The flower boat slowly headed towards the middle of the ocean.

The sea breeze grew bigger, and the petals of the boat blew away in all directions. It was as if a rain of flowers had rained down on the entire sky.

"Mom, don't go …"

Lin Ange continued to chase the boat, the sea water below her calf. The waves gradually grew larger. There was a lot of water on her clothes, and it was wet.

"An Ge, don't come over. Go back quickly." "Remember mom's words. No matter what, you must believe Yiyao. You must believe that he loves you …"

Ye Qinghuan's voice rang out again, but the boat was moving further and further away.

"Mom, don't go …"

Lin Ange could only say this as tears welled up in her eyes. Between the nostrils, the salty, astringent taste became heavier and heavier.

The seawater covered her waist, causing her to be unable to move her legs.

The flower boat carrying Ye Qinghuan moved further and further away from her, until it became blurry.

A huge wave crashed down on her...

"Mom …"

Lin Ange screamed as she abruptly opened her heavy eyelids.

His heart was beating very fast.

Opening his eyes, he saw a familiar setting. Upon realizing it, he realized that he had just had a nightmare.

"Why is this happening? "Mom can't be …"

Lin Ange didn't dare to think any further.

He sat up, leaned back against the sofa, and steadied his breathing.

She touched her forehead, her palms turning cold.

Only then did Lin Ange realize that she was completely drenched, as if she had really run across the ocean.

She didn't dare to think about the dream.

Even though it was beautiful, it was enough to make one feel incomparably sorrowful.

In the end, he didn't dare to think about how Ye Qinghuan would look in a purple silk qipao.

"Mom …"

Lin Ange felt stifled in her heart, unable to breathe.

He took the phone and looked at it. Lu Yiyao still hadn't called her.

"It's nothing …" "It won't be this fast …"

She continued to console herself and supported herself on the arm of the sofa as she stood up. He went to the cloakroom to get a new set of clothes and went to the washroom to change out of his drenched clothes.

After washing his clothes, he went downstairs.

"Youngest Miss …"

Nanny Wang was sitting in the living room, cutting patterns with Sister Zhou. When she saw her, she quickly stood up.

"Nanny Wang, what are you guys doing?"

Lin Ange couldn't help but be curious when she saw what was in front of them.

"Oh. We're going to make you a tiger hat and shoes for the two babies in your belly. "

Nanny Wang replied happily.

"It's so hard to do it yourself."

It wasn't that Lin Ange despised them for doing badly, but that she was afraid of tiring Nanny Wang. Even if she had a strong body, she was still sixty years old.

"It's not hard, it's not hard." How many more months? We'll do it slowly. "

Nanny Wang's loving gaze couldn't help but fall on Lin Ange's lower abdomen. His lower abdomen was still flat and unmarked.

"That's right, Young Mistress. We have nothing better to do …"

Sister Zhou agreed with a smile.

"Youngest Miss, I was planning on making some clothes for the babies, but I don't know if it's the young lord or the young sister …"

"Nanny Wang, there's no need. "Right now, we can buy everything, so there's no need to work so hard."

Lin Ange pulled Nanny Wang to a seat.

"Youngest Miss, I know that you and Young Master aren't short on money. You're definitely going to buy the best for the babies. "I just want to do my best …"

"Nanny Wang, I was just afraid that you'd be tired …"

"What's so tiring about this little manual labor? Doing more can also prevent senile dementia? "

Nanny Wang picked up the scissors again and said with a smile.

"Fine."

Lin Ange was worried that if she kept talking, Nanny Wang would think that she despised them. He pursed his lips and smiled.

"Is this easy to learn?"

"Learn well."

Nanny Wang stopped what she was doing. He tilted his head and looked at her. Seeing that she seemed to be very interested in this, he quickly kindly advised her.

"Youngest Miss, you can't use your needle right now?"

"Why?"

When Lin Ange was pregnant with Yanyan, Ye Qinghuan and Nanny Lin didn't tell her that there was such a taboo when pregnant.

"That's what the elders say, passed down from generation to generation. I don't know why either."

Nanny Wang squinted her eyes and started laughing again.

"Fine."

Lin Ange said helplessly.

"Young Mistress, please sit for a moment. I'll go prepare some fruits for you."

Sister Zhou glanced at the antique wall clock beside the Bogu shelf and stood up in a hurry. Lu Yiyao had told her before he left that besides cooking three meals a day, she must prepare snacks and fruits for Lin Ange.

When Lin Ange went to work, she always washed them for her to take away.

"Sister Zhou, there is no need to be so troublesome …"

Lin Ange leaned to the side and said to Sister Zhou.

"Youngest Miss, tell her to go get it for you. "Young uncle, please explain …"

Nanny Wang happily advised as she lowered her head and cut the patterns.

"Nanny Wang, if I continue eating like this, I'm really worried that I'll become fat into a ball."

Lin Ange pouted as she felt wronged.

"So what if you're fat? Since little uncle likes it, what's there to be afraid of?"

Nanny Wang had just finished cutting a pattern, so she tilted her head to look at Nie Tian and teased him.

"Nanny Wang, what are you talking about?"

Lin Ange's face flushed red as she muttered in a low voice.

"Youngest Miss, I can tell that Young Master truly likes you. I wish I could hold you in my hands and feel the pain …" "Sigh …"

For some reason, Nanny Wang sighed as she spoke. She paused for a moment, and unexpectedly said something that shocked Lin Ange quite a bit.

"Miss is not as lucky as you are. She is always unkind to people. "Lin Yifei is not a thing, even more so, 'that person' is not a thing..."2

"Nanny Wang …"

This was the first time Lin Ange had ever heard Nanny Wang mention her own father in front of her. What surprised her the most was that Nanny Wang seemed to know who her father was.

"Youngest Miss, look at me, am I muddleheaded? How come I'm talking about this to you?"

Nanny Wang was also shocked when she finished her sentence. She smiled awkwardly at Lin Ange.

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