Leng's mother couldn't stand it any longer and was so disgusted, "If you want to die, hurry up. Being hypocritical is even more disgusting. In addition to crying, making trouble, and hanging, what else can you do? You will eat, drink, have fun, go shopping, and enjoy the results all day long.
You are just idle, and compared to Qingting who works very hard, you are not even scumbags. It’s my Ah Rui who has the vision, hahaha.”
She held Qingting's arm and comforted her silently.
A warm current passed through the skin and entered Qingting's body. His heart gradually warmed up and his emotions calmed down.
She was surprised and looked at Leng Mu in a daze, her nose feeling a little sore.
She thought Mother Leng hated her, but she didn't expect that she would protect her like this at the critical moment.
Whether it was her love for Wujiwu or her compassion, she was sincerely grateful.
She couldn't help but rest her head on Leng's mother's shoulder, and nuzzled her affectionately, like a coquettish cat, very cute, "Auntie, I would be very proud if you said that."
Leng's mother was rubbed back and forth by her, and her heart felt soft, "You have the capital to be proud of. Even if you don't have your parents to rely on you, you can still live a good life and create a sky with your ability and ability."
Ye Qingting's eyes turned red and her chest heaved, "Auntie, I suddenly like you so much. I wish you were my mommy."
If her mother were still alive, she would protect her like this. Maybe this is what the world calls maternal love?!
There was a hint of attachment, a hint of regret, and a hint of inexplicable melancholy in her voice, but it inexplicably hit the weakest corner of Leng's mother's heart, making her heart soft.
Poor child, a child without a mother is like a grass with no one to protect or take care of it. It all depends on itself.
Behind the scenes, I don’t know how many bitter tears were shed.
A wave of hot blood surged into her chest, and she patted Qingting's shoulder, "You can call me that."
"Really?" Qingting's body shook violently, his little face lit up instantly, and his big bright eyes were full of nervousness, with desires and fears that he didn't even know he had.
Leng's mother's heart ached and her eyes were red, "It's true."
Qingting's eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were trembling. He opened his mouth for a long time before timidly calling out, "Mommy."
The voice was soft and waxy, full of admiration and fear.
Tears suddenly fell from Leng's mother's eyes, "Hey, you're so good."
In my impression, Qingting is proud and strong, as if nothing can faze her, she is never afraid or cowers.
But... the gentle word "Mommy" was like a bolt of lightning, deeply touching her heart, making her whole heart feel sour, sweet, painful and painful.
Qingting pursed her lips tightly and raised her head slightly, holding back her tears and not wanting to shed them in public. She called out several times stupidly, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy."
Mommy, she called softly in the dark night countless times, but no one answered. The loss and pain always surrounded her, and there was always an emptiness in her heart.
Mother Leng couldn't help but hug her into her arms and pat her back gently, "Silly child, you have been wronged."
Qingting's usually cold heart trembled, as if a warm current was injected into it, warming his heart and making his eyes wet.
God finally favored her and gave her what she longed for most.
It’s so nice, Mommy’s arms are so warm!
Everyone looked at this scene in amazement, and even the Mo sisters forgot to cry.
Shao Zhongyu frowned, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists, and his jaw tightened, as if he was holding back something.