863. Chapter 863 Keep the place closest to your son
Yang Mufan withdrew his gaze and looked out the window at the boundless darkness. His deep eyes, against the backdrop of the light, emitted a frightening and cunning cold light, which was colder and harsher than the night...
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When night falls, a thin and soft drizzle falls from the sky.
Mu Wanqing was like a puppet without consciousness and soul, expressionless and frozen outside the large iron gate of Xishangyuan courtyard, motionless.
Although the rain was not very heavy, after standing there for a long time, her long black hair was already soaked and messily stuck to her pale and colorless face, looking desolate and sad.
The streetlight at the door was blurry and dim, slanting down from mid-air, making the shadow of her already thin and slender body thinner and longer.
The drizzle condensed into a thin mist in the air, like layers of criss-crossing tulle, tightly binding her network and unable to break free.
The night was silent and quiet, with only the sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops from time to time.
Mu Wanqing stared at Xishang Courtyard without blinking. The street lights inside were obviously many times brighter than other places, but when they fell into her eyes, they were so dim.
Autumn is getting thicker and everything is dying. It is destined to be a desolate and defeated season. As far as the eye can see, there are all lifeless dead branches and leaves, and everything is devastated.
Mu Wanqing only felt cold.
That kind of coldness penetrates deep into the bone marrow and penetrates into the soul, making life worse than death, like Ling Chi.
When Mrs. De came out holding an umbrella for the third time, Mu Wanqing's eyes flashed faintly.
"Miss Mu, you should go back. Stop being persistent. The eldest young master is determined not to let you in, so why bother." Sister-in-law frowned and placed a black umbrella over Mu Wanqing's head, and then took it.
A dry towel was handed to her.
Mu Wanqing didn't move or speak, she just stood there stubbornly.
Yang Mufan has always been a domineering and powerful being.
Once there is something involving his interference, no matter how strong or careful the counterattack is, it will be useless.
Apart from staying close to her son, she really didn't know what else she could do.
Sister-in-law De couldn't help but sigh when she saw that she was unmoved by her stubbornness.
Sometimes, she really felt that the characters of Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing were really similar from a certain angle or aspect.
One is so powerful that one can talk about it, but he just can't get enough of it; the other is soft and weak, but once he sets his sights on a target, he won't give up until he achieves his goal.
The two people confronted each other, and now there was a good show.
Sister-in-law De put the rainwater in her hand into Mu Wanqing's hand: "Miss Mu, you have known the eldest young master for such a long time, so you should know his temper better than all of us. The body is your own, why should you use your own
Are you kidding me about your health?! It’s up to you to decide what you should do.”
After saying these words with great sincerity, Mrs. De did not dare to stay any longer and turned around and walked inside.
The moment the iron door closed heavily, Mu Wanqing suddenly asked loudly: "Sister-in-law De, can you tell me how An An is doing now?! Is she sick again?!"
Just now she saw a large group of doctors and nurses entering Xishang Hospital...
