For a mother, this sentence is indeed very hurtful.
Yun Bing felt a slight pain in her heart, but she smiled and shook her head, trying her best to look calm: "It doesn't matter, I haven't fulfilled my mother's responsibility for a day in these years. I don't blame you if you don't know me."
"Blame?" The man's thin lips traced a slight arc, as if he was laughing at her overestimation: "I don't know you, why should I blame you?"
Over the years, he wanted to blame her, wanted to blame her, but he couldn't even see her face, and even hearing her say a word became a luxury.
How can he blame it?
Mu Ziyi, who was standing outside the door, felt angry and distressed when she heard the man's words. Would this awkward guy die if he told the truth?
Yun Bing knew she was wrong, and she had no way to refute.
I have to say that Mu Ziyi's medical skills are very good, but within a few days, Yun Bing's complexion has improved a lot. His face is no longer as pale as before, but slightly rosy.
Although she is still a little sick, it does not affect her beauty at all.
This woman is beautiful, elegant and dignified, and has every advantage in her body.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yun Bing couldn't help but said: "Sit down."
The man's eyes were too cold, and Yun Bing didn't know how to speak with his full words.
Yun Zhongge has always been cold-hearted, but he is different only towards Mu Ziyi.
At this moment, even when he is facing his own mother, his expression is as cold as if he were facing a stranger.
Yun Bing got out of bed and came to the table, stared at the man, then sat opposite him and said softly: "Yiyi has already told me what happened these days."
The man looked at his nose and heart, and snorted coldly: "So?"
He did not look at the woman, but lowered his head and played with the tea cup in his hand, which gave people a sense of oppression.
Yun Bing could naturally feel the cold air radiating from his body, but she didn't mind at all. She smiled and said, "She is a good girl."
After these days of getting along, she fell in love with Mu Ziyi, a cute and cute girl, from the bottom of her heart.
Mentioning Mu Ziyi, Yun Zhongge's expression softened a little, and a different kind of light shone in his eyes: "She is my treasure, the best gift God has given me."
The woman outside the door narrowed her eyes slightly, felt warm in her heart, and involuntarily raised the corner of her mouth with a slight arc.
Looking at the look in the man's eyes, Yun Bing realized that their relationship was really good. She couldn't help but curl her lips, with a smile in her eyes: "In this case, I feel relieved."
Even if he refuses to forgive her, with that girl by his side, he will not be lonely.
Yun Zhongge raised his eyes to look at her: "You should have a good rest." After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave. Yun Bing quickly stopped him: "Xiao Ge..."
The man's body paused slightly, and the steps he had already taken slowly stepped back. He turned to look at the woman, his eyes full of indifference.
He didn't speak, or he didn't know what to say at all.
That little song had already made him confused.
He is a person who is not good at words. If he speaks out, he will definitely say something that goes against his will.
When he came in, Mu Ziyi had repeatedly warned him not to act on impulse or lose his temper. Yun Bing was still a patient.
Facing the woman's instructions, he just snorted coldly, as if he disliked her for being too nagging.