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Su Luan jumped on the back of Muyu city and thought of a sketch. He said with a smile:

"Xiaochengzi, carry me back to the palace!"

"Long live, you have a good seat."

Mu Yucheng also laughs to answer a, both hands hold her up, trot up.

Su Luan exclaimed, clasping his hands tightly in front of his chest and sticking the whole person to his back.

"Brother mu..."

Delicate voice in front of the ring, muyucheng stopped and slightly narrowed his eyes.

Su Luan looked up and saw the thin white Jingrou standing at the entrance of the cemetery. She looked pitiful.

"It's like this every time I see her. People who don't know think she's still sick."

Su Luan slipped down from the back of Muyu city and said a word in his ear with a smile and a low voice.

"It's true. It's been a long time. It's spread to the brain

Mu Yucheng also laughed and whispered a sentence.

"Your words will make your white sister sad again."

Su Luan chuckled at him.

See two people ignore their own low voice talking and laughing what, white Jingrou's face is very white, eyes quickly red up, tears trembling in the eyes.

"What white sister do I have? If you talk nonsense, you won't get up tomorrow. "

Mu Yucheng threatened to squint his eyes and bowed his head in punishment and bit her nose.

"Ah? I was wrong. Don't make any noise, or sister Bai will cry and faint for a while

Su Luan touches his nose and takes a look at him. He takes two strides away from him.

The voice of this speech is a little higher. Bai Jingrou can hear clearly, and she clenches her lower lip in embarrassment.

Su Luan is two years younger than her, but she calls her white sister.

"Bai Jingrou, what are you doing here? I remember your mother wasn't buried in this cemetery

Mu Yucheng measures the distance between him and Su Luan. Discontented, he drags her to his side and hoops her in his arms. Then he frowns and looks at Bai Jingrou.

"I always come here to talk to my aunt when I'm in a bad mood."

Hearing the indifference in his voice, Bai Jingrou's body trembled slightly, and her snow-white skirt was like a little white flower fluttering in the wind and rain, and it was more and more delicate and pitiful.

"Are you trying to instill negative emotions into my mother?"

Mu Yucheng's eyes are more apathetic, even with a bit of forest.

"No, no, No. I really have no one to say. My dad was sentenced to life in prison and he was getting worse and worse. Poetry's illness has been repeated, I really have no one to tell. Brother mu, I just came to talk to my aunt. "

Bai Jingrou quickly shakes her head and waves her hand, explaining in a flustered way.

"You can talk to Aunt Zhao. The cemetery where Aunt Zhao is in should be closer to the sanatorium than here? I think my mother prefers quietness. "

Mu Yucheng's eyes are cold and heavy, sneering and exposing Bai Jingrou's intention.

Trying to curry favor with a dead man, she had the wrong idea!

"Last month, my father fell ill in prison. He spent a lot of money on bail and had to treat him. I don't have much money in my hand, so I took the poems and sent them to a mental hospital not far from here

Bai Jingrou lowered her sight and trembled at the bottom of her eyes for a long time. Her tears finally rolled down.

I don't know the price of firewood and rice when I'm not in charge. I didn't think about the day when I spent my money.

Every day, in addition to seeing Bai Shishi, giving a sum of money to the sanatorium is to walk around, do volunteer clothes, be kind, or spring flowers and Autumn Moon hurt spring and autumn.

But this time bail money and operating expenses cost to spend in hand most of money, also used a lot of before, all of a sudden be in short supply.

The cost of the sanatorium was so high that she couldn't even afford a decent suit of clothes.

Fortunately, Bai Shishi is crazy. He doesn't need such good conditions. He can save a lot of money when he is sent to a mental hospital.

"I've asked you to find a job to support yourself and Bai Shishi. Bai Jingrou, you are not a three-year-old child. You should understand the truth of eating in the air. What I owe you has been paid back to you. It should have been irrelevant. If you have a little face, don't disturb my mother

Mu Yucheng takes Su Luan away from the cemetery by Bai Jingrou with a cold face.

Bai Jingrou clenches her fist and turns to look at Mu Yucheng's indifferent back.

He really didn't want to have anything to do with himself.

Why? What did she do wrong?

Blame mother, blame mother!

She only knew when she grew up that her mother deliberately informed Shi Wan Ru to save Mu Yucheng.

Because she was engaged to Mu Yucheng, Zhao LAN and Mu Ming looked down on Shi Wanru's origin and wanted to kill him. Thus, Mu Yucheng had a little stain on her body, and later she married him, and her face was bright.

She thought she understood her mother's intention and went to make up for muyucheng.

Before Su Luan appeared, she even simply thought that Mu Yucheng, who was quite good to herself when she was a child, suddenly became indifferent. It was only because he suffered great changes that she blocked herself up.Later she knew that Mu Yucheng had seen through Zhao Lan's intention at that time.

If it was not for my mother's cleverness, the white family would not have fallen to the present situation.

Maybe she's still a lady of the white family, and she doesn't have to worry about money.

Even she would marry muyucheng and become his wife, instead of being disgusted by him as if it were a pathogen, but she would favor other women.

In my mind, I keep recalling the scene I saw before. Su Luan lies on the back of muyucheng wantonly, enjoying the treatment that she thinks only she has enjoyed.

Mu Yucheng smiles so happily.

She has never seen him smile so happily since she was four years old.

A kind of powerless despair rises from the bottom of my heart and makes Bai Jingrou fall on the ground.

Always paying attention to the image, she finally buried her head in her arms and began to cry wildly with a sad voice and deep despair.

Like so many years of people, for his sake, even let himself become that annoying appearance.

So it became a stranger.

Or not as good as a stranger.

Clearly before she was still a bit gentle, but she played tricks in front of him, and finally let him hate her.

She was hated and hated by the people she liked, but she didn't even have a chance to explain.

"Yucheng, she's crying."

The sad cry from behind made Su Luan frown a little.

There is something hateful about the poor, and vice versa.

Bai Jingrou just likes muyucheng too much. She likes to be sick.

In order to Mu Yucheng, she can give up her mother's hatred, "magnanimous" let Ling Shuwei off.

In order to admire the city, she can betray her beloved father and send him to prison.

Such love is actually terrible.

Even if Mu Yucheng didn't have such a heavy love for Zhao LAN, she would feel creepy.

"What does it have to do with us?"

Mu Yucheng chuckles and clenches Su Luan's hand.