The raised wrinkles between Yang Mufan's eyebrows were like mountains that could not be smoothed no matter how hard he touched them. Listening to Wen Xiaorou's sobs, he let her hold him, then raised his hand in a comforting manner and gently stroked her back.
.Inadvertently, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mu Wanqing, who was still standing at the door. At some point, she turned around and turned her back to them. And he couldn't see the expression on her face at this moment...
All that could be seen was her hunched and thin body, standing at the door where the cold wind was howling, her head lowered.
The long hair scattered behind the shoulders was flying in the wind, messy and bleak.
Yang Mufan patted Wen Xiaorou, wanting to put Yang Mu'an down, and then asked Mrs. De to prepare more sumptuous dinners.
Mu Wanqing's unusually calm voice suddenly sounded low and deep: "I suddenly remembered that Xiaoni has something to do at school, so I won't bother you."
Then, she said to Yang Mu'an: "An'an, you have to listen to your uncle, do you understand?!"
"Mom!!" Yang Mu'an began to struggle, "Hug, mom..."
"An An, good boy, mommy is going to Uncle Tang's house to see my sister and come back later. When mommy is not here, you must listen to uncle's words."
After saying this, Mu Wanqing did not hesitate any longer and walked straight into the biting cold wind, without looking back.
Yang Mufan just held Wen Xiaorou with one arm and stood stiffly at the door, looking unblinking at the direction where Mu Wanqing disappeared, motionless.
And Wen Xiaorou, looking at Yang Mufan who seemed calm, but his deep black eyes were filled with a huge wave of urgency and panic, and the tears in his eyes suddenly surged with cold light.
She turned her eyes to look at Mu Wanqing's back, who was about to disappear into the yard, and secretly gritted her teeth with hatred.
If she hadn't been hugging Yang Mufan tightly at this moment, I'm afraid Yang Mufan would have chased him out.
Tang Moyu, who had just woken up from a hangover, was forced to go to work in the company by Mr. Tang's serial murderous calls.
After lazily washing up, he arranged his suit and took his thick coat, preparing to go out and drive to the company.
However, when he opened the door, he suddenly saw a dark figure sitting on the beautiful stone outside the iron gate of the courtyard.
Suddenly, Tang Moyu was shocked.
Looking carefully, he could only judge that it was a woman based on the long hair that was messy and scattered, covering her face.
When he got closer, he suddenly realized that it was Mu Wanqing.
Perhaps because of sitting on the stone for a long time, Mu Wanqing's lips turned purple due to the cold.
"Mu Wanqing, what are you doing sitting in front of my house?!" Tang Moyu exclaimed.
Mu Wanqing didn't react at all.
"Mu Wanqing, what's wrong with you?! Don't scare me, maybe you're freezing to death." Tang Moyu bent down to feel Mu Wanqing's breathing.
Before her fingers touched her nose, Mu Wanqing suddenly moved her eyes. With just that movement, her tears could not be contained and rolled down her face.
One after another, they slid down her eyelashes.
Tang Moyu immediately took a breath and kept his bent posture, looking at her motionless.
…
"Drink some hot milk." Tang Moyu made a cup of hot milk and placed it in front of Mu Wanqing. At this moment, Mu Wanqing was wrapped in a thick blanket, but her whole body was still shaking badly.
