"Xiaojie only comes with me to have a meal during holidays."
Although he didn't understand why Mu Yunbai always struggled with this issue, Wang Liqiang still answered honestly, "Normally, there are no children here in the mansion." no children Tang Xiaoman almost blurted out: Who is that little boy on the second floor?
Mu Yunbai stopped Tang Xiaoman with his eyes, and then said casually: "I wonder if I can go to the second floor to have a look."
"Of course this is no problem."
When Wang Liqiang thought of the little paper man on his son Xiaojie's bed, he felt a little uneasy.
It might be a good thing to look at all the rooms.
So under his leadership, Tang Xiaoman followed Mu Yunbai to the second floor.
But as soon as she stepped onto the corridor on the second floor, she felt a completely different atmosphere at both ends of the corridor.
On the east side of the corridor, the breath is smooth, making people feel like a spring breeze, while on the west side, it is like an ice cellar, with gusty winds.
She glanced at Mu Yunbai and found that Mu Yunbai blinked quietly at her.
Apparently he also felt something unusual here.
However, Wang Liqiang was unaware of all this.
He pointed to the east side of the corridor and said, "This end is my and my wife's bedroom."
After saying that, he was ready to take Mu Yunbai there.
Mu Yunbai looked at the corridor at the west end and asked, "What is this side?"
Wang Liqiang stood at the top of the stairs and sighed: "That end used to be my eldest son's bedroom and activity room.
Since he left, my original intention was to collect all his things so as not to miss them. , but my wife refused to let her go.
Not only did she keep the room as it was, she also had it cleaned every day and sometimes bought some new toys.”
"She loves her son so much, so it's hard for me to say anything more about her," Wang Liqiang sighed.
But Tang Xiaoman vaguely heard something from Wang Liqiang's words.
She glanced at the exotic decorations everywhere in the house and asked, "Does Boss Wang like to go to Thailand very much?"
"I've been there once or twice," Wang Liqiang answered honestly even though he was asked a nonsensical question.
"I'm usually busy with work and don't have much time to go out and enjoy the mountains and rivers.
But my wife goes there a lot."
"Did Mrs.
Wang bring all these things back from there?"
Tang Xiaoman asked, looking at an ivory ornament on the wall.
"She bought most of the things in this house," Wang Liqiang shook his head and said, "The family doesn't lack the money anyway, as long as she feels happy."
While talking, they walked to the end of the corridor.
Tang Xiaoman looked at the closed black wooden door, thinking of the little boy she had seen that day.
If she remembered the location correctly, it should be the room in front of her.
The moment Wang Liqiang put his hand on the doorknob, Tang Xiaoman suddenly asked: "Boss Wang, I would like to ask, your eldest son died when he was eight or nine years old."
"How did you know?"
Wang Liqiang looked shocked.
He firmly believed that he had never revealed the age of his eldest son when he died.
"Open the door."
Tang Xiaoman looked at the door with determined eyes, wondering if the little boy he saw that day really stood behind the door.
As the door creaked open, the room was empty except for some children's toys and furniture.
Tang Xiaoman looked at every corner of the room in disbelief, wondering: Could it be that his guess was wrong?