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"Voice control?" Mujing orange surprised, "no wonder there are no buttons on the mobile phone."

Qu Shaochen smiles, and then says, "Hello, good research, there are many functions in it."

"Well, good!" Mu Jingcheng nodded.

Hang up the phone, the radian on the corner of Mu Jing orange's lips slowly dropped down.

Although she had decided to call nangongbo, she didn't know how to speak.

So, after hanging up and finding out nangongbo's mobile phone number, Mu Jingcheng hesitated.

She should How to put it?

Just at this time, Mu Jingcheng's mobile phone rang.

When he saw Yao Haiyue's name, Mu Jingcheng's heart was tight. It seemed that he had done something bad. He could not help breathing heavily.

These days, she has been thinking, if one day, let Yao Haiyue know, after she let Nangong Yao and other women's children survive behind her back, what would she think?

Would you be angry? Anger? Or would you hate yourself?

I don't know!

She only knew that at this moment, she had a guilty conscience and a fear of being caught doing something wrong.

So for a moment, she didn't dare to answer Yao Haiyue's phone. She was afraid that she would find something and unconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But the mobile phone kept ringing, in the narrow space of the car, it was extremely loud.

She knew that Yao Haiyue was concerned about her health and illness, so she couldn't bear to hang up directly. She had to take a few deep breaths, adjust her mood, and then answer the answer button.

As soon as the phone was connected, Yao Haiyue's worried voice came, "orange, are you all right? Does the wound hurt? You haven't recovered yet, but don't be tired and don't touch the wound, OK? "

"I see." Mu Jing orange happily pulled the corner of his lip, "I'm in the hospital now. There are doctors to help me at any time. You don't have to worry."

"In the hospital?" Yao Haiyue can't help worrying, "are you ok? Does it matter? "

"I'm fine!" The radian of Mu Jing orange's lips was bigger, but the next second, he was worried that he didn't know how to explain himself in the hospital, "that It's a friend of mine. She She just had a baby, so I'm here Stay with her. "

"Oh, that's it." Yao Haiyue had no doubt, "then you should take care of your body, understand?"

"I understand!" In order to reassure the other party, Mu Jingcheng said, "it's OK. I'll go back as soon as possible. Don't worry."

"OK, I see..." Yao Haiyue relieved smile, and then said, "at night, do your favorite sweet and sour ribs, OK?"

"Good!"

The dialogue ended happily.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Jingcheng felt ashamed.

Although her relationship with Yao Haiyue has just recovered, it is more or less harmful to her.

Nangong Yao not only betrays Sheng Qing, but also indirectly kills her.

In terms of blood relationship, he and Sheng Qing are sisters.

But he not only didn't help her, even helped Nangong Yao give birth to his son, this kind of thing, if let Yao Haiyue know, she will be angry with herself, even hate herself.

But now, she can't look at the child.

Therefore, as a last resort, she had to get out as soon as possible and immediately inform Nangong Bo to come to meet his grandson.

After that, she had nothing to do with Nangong Yao and Liang xueou.

After thinking about this, Mu Jingcheng made a direct call to nangongbo.

It took a long time to get through.

And because Mujing orange's mobile phone number is a new one, it's a strange number for nangongbo.

So his voice sounded very cautious, also very alert and distant, "who..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Jingcheng's heart suddenly collapsed.

She still remembers the time when Nangong Yao was born and she took them to the airport.

At that time, the three of them held their heads in agony. It was not life and death, but life and death.

Now, like strangers, they don't feel each other, even they don't know what everyone is thinking.

For a moment, her heart can not help a burst of pain, eyes can not help slightly red up.

"Uncle Nangong, it's me "Orange." As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his emotions were completely out of control, not only choking but also hoarse.

She knew that she should not speak to nangongbo in that state, let alone in this tone.

Things have been going on for so long, maybe they have come out of that sadness, and why do they have to drag them into the water?

What's more, what she's going to say today is a happy event and a good thing. They must be happy to hear that. Why did they get sad first?Think of here, Mu Jing orange again efforts to adjust their emotions, so that they are no longer so "wayward" emotional down.

At this time, nangongbo's voice of surprise came from the phone, "orange? Why it is you? Can I help you? "

Listening to Nangong Bo's concern, Mu Jingcheng knows that Nangong's uncle has not changed.

He is also the kind uncle, but also the father who loves his son.

But at the moment, he is still there, and his son is

"Uncle, you and auntie How are you doing? " Mujing orange suddenly remembered that this was Nangong Yao's accident. After they left, he called them for the first time.

For a moment, she suddenly felt very unfilial.

They loved themselves so much when they were young, but they couldn't do anything for them. In the end, their sons even died because of themselves.

At this moment, when Mujing orange thought of the past, her heart was torn up.

"Alas..." Nangong Bo sighed on the phone. His voice was much lower than just now. Although Mujing orange could hear that he was controlling his mood, it was still sad. "She still washes her face with tears every day and can't get out of that thing."

Wash your face with tears.

What kind of scene is that? You don't have to think about it.

And she, after hearing the news, also can't help red eyes.

"Sorry, I..."

"Good boy! We all know it's none of your business Nangong Bo sighed helplessly. In the past half a year, he didn't know what to do except sigh. Everyday he lived like a year.

Mu Jingcheng knew their situation and their mood, so he didn't know whether to talk about the child for a moment.

Just then, a woman's voice came out of the phone, weak and sad, "is it orange?"

It was Han Cuiping's voice, but it was like a changed person. The whole person was extremely ethereal and empty.