Chapter 2258: Are Memories in Dreams Real or Fake?

"You've been sitting here for a long time!" Shi Shaoqin frowned slightly.

Shi Mochen looked at Shi Shaoqin, "You've been busy for a long time too!"

Shi Shaoqin lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Let's go eat together?"

"I haven't drunk my juice yet..." Shi Mochen said, picking up the juice and preparing to drink it.

Shi Shaoqin frowned slightly, "After drinking this cup, can you still eat?"

"You can eat less..." Shi Mochen said, about to drink.

"Star..." Shi Shaoqin was helpless, it was a feeling that he knew what Shi Mochen was going to do, but he could only fall into the trap, "I'll drink, you save your stomach for food!"

Shi Mochen immediately put down the cup and handed it to Shi Shaoqin, with a pair of clear eyes, revealing a hint of cunning.

When the breath from the cup was filled with a somewhat unbearable smell, Shi Shao found that he had never touched or would never have the opportunity to appear in front of him in his life. Strange food, because Star, not only appeared, he was lucky enough to taste it.

The strange taste stimulated the taste buds and slid into the throat. The breath filled the mouth. Shi Shaoqin felt that he probably had no appetite later.

But because he had to accompany Star to eat, he had to eat calmly even if he had no appetite...

Otherwise, Star would never be able to get over the anger in her heart.

On the steps at the door, the big and the small were very harmonious.

Shi Juexi, who had just gone to the restaurant, smiled warmly when he heard that Shi Mochen had ordered a glass of mixed juice.

"They don't know how many times they have played this game, but they are still enjoying it." Shi Juexi sat down on the chair.

The restaurant housekeeper smiled and put a glass of water next to him, "Although I have drunk it many times, Master Qin is still not used to the taste."

"It's a problem if you can get used to it." Shi Juexi shook his head, "Star mixes it differently every time, and the taste is so unique every time, it's hard to get used to it..."

As soon as these words came out, the servants in the restaurant smiled one by one, and the solemnity that filled the air because of Shi Mochen's punishment seemed to gradually disappear...

...

Los Angeles.

The night was dark, and at midnight, the wind suddenly blew, and the air seemed to be gradually filled with moisture...

The leaves were rustled by the increasingly strong wind, and under the night light, the shadows fell on the lawn, revealing an indescribable sense of desolation.

Ye Ziyu's hands gradually grabbed the quilt, tighter and tighter, as if something was dragging her to a place, and that place was what she resisted.

"Dad... I want to say a few words to... OK..."

"I'm afraid if I don't say it, I won't have a chance... Dad, please..."

Ye Ziyu's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her eyes were scarlet, as red as blood.

She wanted to see who was talking, so sad and powerless?

She also wanted to see who the girl's father was and why he didn't agree to the girl's request... But, because of the blood in front of her eyes, she couldn't see anything clearly.

Who did the girl want to talk to?

I didn't hear the man's name just now...

"This is the map... You go from here, it's the fastest... Don't worry about me, Dad won't ignore me... Go quickly!"

"There's no time, go quickly, I beg you... Go!"

"I don't regret falling in love with you, and I don't regret what I did for you... But, I don't know what I should do, he is really my father..."

The choked cry carried the girl's desperate sadness. That kind of voice, as if every word was a tiny needle, piercing Ye Ziyu's heart, the pain made her hand holding the quilt tighter and tighter.

Ye Ziyu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and her tightly closed eyes trembled because of fear and resistance to the things in the dream.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Ye Ziyu's soft whisper overflowed from her lips, revealing the inability to resist under fear...

"I don't want to listen, don't want to listen... Who are you... Go away, I don't want to listen!"

"Where am I, let me out, let me out..."

Ye Ziyu began to shake her head, trying to get rid of all the voices in the dream.

However, the repeated words seemed to be cast under a spell, and she couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard she tried.

"Xiye..."

A voice came from her ear, with a solemn worry.

Ye Ziyu still tried to shake her head. She wanted to escape from the girl's sadness and the voice that pushed her into despair. However, no matter what she did, she couldn't avoid it...

"Xiye, wake up!" Ling Yiyan gently pushed Ye Ziyu, with a heavy face on his cold face, "Ling Xiye!"

"Ah!"

Just as Ling Yiyan called out her name in a low voice with anger, Ye Ziyu screamed and suddenly opened her eyes...

She gasped and looked at the roof with her eyes unfocused.

"Xiye?" Ling Yiyan frowned and looked at Ye Ziyu, who was obviously having a nightmare. He frowned and took the water cup on the bedside table, lifted Ye Ziyu up and said, "Drink some water to suppress it."

Ye Ziyu didn't respond, but just looked at Ling Yiyan blankly.

"Come, drink some water..." Ling Yiyan put the water cup to Ye Ziyu's lips, his voice was soft and coaxing.

Ye Ziyu drank two sips obediently, pushed the cup away slightly, and swallowed with difficulty... Only then did she recover a little.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Ling Yiyan asked knowingly.

Ye Ziyu closed his eyes and swallowed again, then opened his eyes and nodded.

"I heard that people will have restless sleep in the early stages of pregnancy, and it seems to be true." Ling Yiyan frowned slightly and said.

Ye Ziyu took the cup and drank a sip of water before she woke up completely, "When did big brother come back?"

"Just now," Ling Yiyan said, "I came back to get something, and when I passed by your room, I heard some noise inside."

Ling Yiyan looked at Ye Ziyu, whose forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and wondered if she would have been haunted by nightmares all the time if he hadn't come back?

"Is it because of too much mental pressure?" Ling Yiyan took the cup from Ye Ziyu and put it on the bedside table, "Or... is it because of pregnancy that I have dreams?"

"I guess it's because of pregnancy!" Ye Ziyu said with a twitch of his mouth.

"Do you want to get up and relax? Big brother will go downstairs to make you some midnight snacks?" Ling Yiyan asked.

Ye Ziyu nodded.

Ling Yiyan got up, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Yeah." Ye Ziyu responded, got out of bed, found a small cardigan to put on, and went downstairs.

The wind outside was whirring, and it fell into Ye Ziyu's heart, revealing the heaviness of uneasiness.

After waking up from the dream, the voices in the dream did not disappear, and were still very clear.

However, there were only voices, nothing else...

She didn't know whether those voices were real or just dreams...

However, because of those sad voices, she was almost suffocated at this moment!

Could that be her memory? Why did she feel that it was so real?