545. Chapter 545 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 64
Neither the phone number of Yang Mufan's villa nor De's sister-in-law's personal mobile phone number could be reached. Mu Wanqing's instinct told herself: Something happened to the Yang family. The moment she rushed to the suburban villa in a hurry, she saw people going to the empty residence.
, the whole person was stunned...
She didn't believe her eyes. She rubbed them hard and blinked hard. She opened her eyes again and saw that the villa was still empty. At that moment, Mu Wanqing was confused. She didn't understand what was happening.
Not sure what happened.
She took out her mobile phone and called De's wife over and over again.
However, no one answered.
Mu Wanqing was confused and panicked.
Why move?!
Did Yang Mufan decide to go to another country, or was it for some other reason?!
Yang Mufan is back, or did he call De's wife to inform her of moving?!
Why didn't De's wife answer her phone calls and why didn't she notify her of the move?!
After a brief moment of panic, Mu Wanqing curled up into a small ball and huddled in the corner of the large iron gate.
She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar without any temperature at all. The biting cold wind and biting ice water rushed toward her with such ferocity and almost cruelty that they enveloped her tightly.
She was so cold that her whole body was shivering, and even her heart was filled with ice and snow.
This scene is so familiar, so profound.
She felt like she was back in the winter when she was eighteen years old, so desperate that she couldn't see any hope.
She hugged herself and shrank herself very small, burying her head very low, as low as the dust...
Near evening, when Mu Wanqing was in a deep sleep, she heard a piercing sound of a horn. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a truck parked in front of her.
Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward emotionally and asked: "Hello, are you here to move?! Can you tell me where you want to move your things?"
The German young man wearing a thick coat said in somewhat stiff English: "Some furniture in the house was sold to us, and I want to transport it to the second-hand market."
"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, the hope that finally burned in her eyes was extinguished in an instant, and she lowered her eyes in despair.
The German guy asked kindly: "Miss, do you need help?!"
"...No, thank you." Mu Wanqing shook her head, thanked her, and then walked back in despair.
