Turning around, restraining the tears that were about to fall out, and barely showing a smile, "Auntie, I won't go in, come back later."
Now, she needs to calm down.
As she watched Mu Shuiling leave, Tang Ma felt very uncomfortable.
In just one month, too much happened in her life. She thought it was a dream. When she woke up, everything would go back to the past.
However, every fact and every memory told her clearly that this was not a dream.
For Lin Junyu, she and Mu Guangxiong had a falling out, and all the tragedies began that day.
This is not a dream.
In order to hide from the pursuit of the wooden bear, Moslei saved himself and hid in a bar and was shot.
This is not a dream.
In order to escape from the villa, he almost died on the beach, Moscow appeared and saved himself.
This is not a dream.
Mommy was hospitalized due to illness and the operation was not enough, so Mosjue helped.
This is not a dream.
After being forced to get married by Mu Guangxiong, Mosjue appeared to destroy the wedding scene and took him away.
This is not a dream.
Xiaoxiao got into the nobles and was beaten and hospitalized.
This is not a dream.
She avenged Xiao Xiao, and Mossor suddenly appeared and solved the people without blinking.
This is not a dream.
Moss is mixed in the underworld.
This is not a dream.
Mossor said to himself overbearingly, "Woman, one day you will admit it." Acknowledging it was his woman.
This is not a dream.
Just thinking about it, Mu Shuiling's head was about to explode. All kinds of things were like a sharp knife slashing her tense nerves, breaking a little bit.
Now even the best friend who has lived together since childhood has left her. What should she do in the future?
He was extremely aggrieved and tried his best to resist the urge to cry loudly. He took out his cell phone and called someone.
"Huh?" The phone was connected in less than a second, which shocked Mu Shuiling a little.
"Moss." He took a deep breath, grabbed his cell phone tightly, and was silent for a long time after the sentence Mossss, before continuing, "I want to see my mommy."
Now, the only thing that makes her cry, some say, and some rely on is her mommy.
"I will ask someone to pick you up." A magnetic sound came from the other end of the phone.
This unhesitant answer, this magnetic voice, made Mu Shuiling's tense nerves suddenly relax.
A huge sense of oppression hit her, and tears erupted with the long-depressed emotions.
Before I could express the thank you words, I hurriedly hung up the phone.
She was afraid that Mosgot to hear her crying sound, and she was afraid that her weakness would be seen by him again.
Squatting on the side of the road near the hospital, Mu Shuing Ling was like a deer that had lost direction, hiding in the corner and looking at others helplessly, crying in a low voice.
Perhaps this is near the hospital, and passers-by are not surprised by Mu Shuing.
Mu Shuling once said that Mosjue was her nemesis. She never doubted the authenticity of this sentence.
The less she wanted to see, she found him in the shortest time.
Looking at the person standing in front of him with tears in his eyes, at first, Mu Shuiling thought he was crying and had hallucinations.
It was not until the man held her tightly in his arms, until she was about to suffocate.
He reached out and grabbed Mosgot's clothes and buried it in his arms, his voice ranging from suppression to indulgence.
(Sorry, I'm very busy recently. I've been busy until I passed the voice test in October before I can be liberated. Qiqi tries to update two times a day. The child should support me more!)