Over Shoes,Over Boots

The little guy used to be sentimental, but now he can't control his emotions any more.

He looked at the scars on Mu Jingcheng's arm, as well as those on his face, and tears fell from his heart, "Mom, who bullied you? Ozawa will avenge you! "

"Thank you, son!" Mujing orange is moved to hold her son in her arms. Sometimes she thinks that even if Qu Shaochen dislikes himself, it's not tight. Doesn't she still have a son?

With the care and love of my son, as a woman She was content.

However, she felt that she had not been reduced to that level for the time being, so she looked at her son happily, and then said happily, "your father has avenged your mother!"

Although she doesn't know how Qu Shaochen deals with those bastards, she believes that Qu Shaochen will not let them go.

"Dad is great!" Ozawa is very excited to praise, his face also showed a smile.

Just at this time, the parking area of Shaochen came over, he heard his son's praise, lips not from the Yang up, "thank you son!"

Although I don't know why he praises himself, he is always in a good mood when he hears such words.

Zhang Ma also came over at this time. When she saw the injuries on Mu Jing's orange face, she ran over in fear and surprise, "what's the matter? How did you get hurt? What's going on? "

"Mom Zhang, I'm fine..." Mu Jingcheng has no choice but to smile. She wants to know that once she comes home, she will be worried about

so that she won't come back for the time being.

In addition to worrying everyone, it also makes me feel embarrassed.

Moreover, she didn't want to explain too much about things like that last night, otherwise she might fall into that strange circle again, unable to dial by herself.

"Mother Zhang." District less Chen saw her to avoid the look, so for her to extricate, "well orange body some uncomfortable, these two days you take care of."

"Well, I see." Although the servant worried about what happened to her, she didn't know

"Thank you, Ma Zhang." The area little Chen happily pulled down the lip Cape.

But when Zhang Ma turned around, Mu Jingcheng suddenly called her, "Zhang ma..."

"Why?" Zhang Ma turned back immediately.

"Kiki How's it going? " Mu Jing orange looked up at the upstairs, worried, "better?"

Zhang mashun looked up at the downstairs with Mu Jingcheng's eyes, but she sighed helplessly, "I'm tired of crying, I'm asleep."

I fell asleep again.

Mu Jing orange a little worried to see a district little Chen one eye, this just turns a head to see to Zhang Ma, "good, I know, you go busy."

Mother Zhang turned and left.

Mu Jing orange but some worry of looking at area little Chen, "how to do? You can't keep that kid crying, can you? It's not good for her health, and... "

"Now worry about yourself first!" District Little Chen helplessly looking at her, "you originally should live in the hospital now!"

"Now, how can I lie there and do nothing?" Mu Jingcheng is really tired after lying on the sofa for so long.

But thinking of Qiqi's face full of tears, how did she rest?

"But what do you care about?"

Qu Shaochen came and sat beside her, looking at her tenderly, and gently stroked her cheek hair behind her ears. Looking at the scars on her face, his heart pulled hard, but he took back that kind of vision without any trace.

"Although Qiqi is still young, she is sensible. Although she can't understand and accept the situation of birth, aging and death so quickly, I believe she will recover soon. You don't have to worry too much."

"But you can't make her cry like this, can you?" Mu Jing orange some worry of looking at a district little Chen, "so what all don't do, I in the heart particularly suffer.". She's so young, she... "

"She should learn to bear something. What's more, what she has experienced since she was a child, and some of the pressures she has been under, are no less than what she is now. " Qu Shaochen advised her, "the child is much stronger than we imagined. Let her sleep and let her be quiet. Maybe tomorrow she will figure it out."

"That's the only way." Mujing orange helplessly looked up at Qiqi's room, exhaled heavily, and then turned to see Qu Shaochen, "I called Nangong Yao's parents, they will buy the earliest flight to fly."

"Good!" District Little Chen agrees of nod, "you come to arrange good, need to do what tell me."

"You..." Mu Jingcheng looked at him hesitantly, "don't blame me?"

In fact, until now, she has been struggling and thinking about whether she has done something wrong.

Although Nangong Yao's blood is their life-saving straw to Nangong Bo and his wife, for the child, they don't know whether it is happiness or pain."How?" District Little Chen rubbed to rub her hair top, lips Cape tiny Yang of looking at her, "South Temple couple certainly very appreciate you."

"I'm talking about the child..." Mu Jingcheng finally put forward his own idea, "he was born without parents, in the future..."

"No one can predict the future. Maybe he will appreciate your help." District Little Chen very calm looking at him, eyes full of tenderness, "past things are in the past, don't think about it, OK?"

"But..."

"What you need now is a good rest." Qu Shaochen said, directly stood up, and then, without waiting for her reaction, he took her from the sofa. "I'll send you into the room, and then have a good sleep. When you wake up, maybe everything is better."

"Where's my scar? Will it be all right, too? " Mujing orange seems to question, but also looks at him tentatively, "what if they are no longer good?"

"No!" District Little Chen but very firm of looking at her, "even if they are not good, even if left very ugly scar, I also don't care!"

"You don't have to lie to me!" However, Mu Jingcheng lowered his head realistically, and his voice became low. "No one wants to face a woman with scars on her face!"

"Three scars! It's nothing. " Qu Shaochen corrected her, "and it's hard to leave any scar with such a shallow wound, not to mention Who am I? Have you forgotten? " The implication is that she is the head of a college, how can she leave a scar?

But someone doesn't understand and has to give him another answer.

"You are my husband, a man!" Mu Jingcheng looked up at him, "a man who has aesthetic sense and also needs aesthetic sense!"