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"You don't have parents, neither do I!" District Little Chen very insipid looking at her, "you have younger sister as if not, I have elder brother also just so!" Speaking of this, he said with a faint smile, "but in contrast, you have a husband who loves you to stay by your side. No matter what the wind and rain, you can keep out the wind and rain for you. And my wife never cares about me and doesn't love me, so If so, am I better than that? "

"Do you blame me?" Mu Jingcheng looked at him with some remorse.

Along the way, he was sheltering himself from the wind and rain, and he, not only did nothing for him, but dragged him down everywhere, and even blamed him for his unhappiness.

In contrast, how hateful I am?!

And he, even so care for himself.

With such a man by her side, what else is she dissatisfied with? What can she complain about?!

"Yes District Little Chen very serious looking at her, can see her look suddenly become nervous and cramped up, district little Chen can't help but slightly pulled the corner of the lip, "unless you listen to me!"

"What's that?" Mu Jingcheng looks at him carefully. She cares about this man and loves him, but it doesn't mean that she can promise him anything without principle.

Although he knew that he could not embarrass himself, he also knew that he could not harm her.

However, due to his inherent caution, Mu Jingcheng did not dare to open his heart and responded without scruple.

"Drink this bowl of porridge, please." Qu Shaochen turns around and brings the porridge that still keeps the temperature.

Looking at the bowl of porridge, Mu Jingcheng's heart was unconsciously relieved, and then slightly nodded, "good!"

But when she reached out to pick it up, Qu Shaochen stepped back, and then gently handed the spoon to her lips, "come on, drink slowly..."

Qu Shaochen's voice is very light and soft, but with a sense of fatherly kindness. At this moment, Mujing orange can no longer help but shed tears.

It's moving, it's gratitude.

"Fool, what are you crying for?" Qu Shaochen knows that her tears at the moment are no longer related to Sheng Qing or Yao Haiyue, and knows why she is suffering. It's just What he needs is not that, but that she can be happy.

"Thank you The choking voice of Mu Jingcheng spits out these two words, and then it is extremely difficult to swallow the porridge.

She is not hungry, not do not want to drink, but has some dry body, like can no longer revive general, the whole person become extremely numb.

Even after a long rest, she was still surrounded by the demons, whether in reality or in nightmares. Tqr1

"if you really want to thank me, drink more." District Little Chen heartache of looking at her.

"Well!" Mujing orange nodded again, tears fell with the extent of her nod.

Qu Shaochen wanted to persuade him to do something more, but he finally put up with it.

Looking at her, although she is hard, she is still sipping the tasteless porridge. Qu Shaochen knows She's awake!

At least, it will no longer torture itself as before, nor cry and even bite like a madman.

At the moment, she may have calmed down, right?

Hope So! -

after breakfast, Mu Jingcheng's body recovered a lot, and her face was no longer as white as wax paper. Although she was still a little pale, she was much better than before.

"Would you like to go out with you?" Qu Shaochen follows her step by step, and they stand in front of the French window. She looked out the window at the bleak scene, and he But I kept looking at her.

"Do you believe me?" Mu Jingcheng slowly turned around and looked at him.

"Believe it Qu Shaochen looks at her deeply. No matter what, he believes it!

"If you believe me, can I go out for a walk alone?" Mu Jingcheng looks at him in a deliberative tone. If he doesn't agree, she won't embarrass him.

Because he knows that whether he agrees or not, he is for his own good.

She also believed that if he did not agree, there must be his reason.

It's just She wants to meet someone.

A person who can only feel better when he meets and confides.

"Yes!" District Little Chen unexpectedly agreed to come down, "but you must promise me a condition!"

"Good!" Mujing orange didn't even ask, so he agreed, "what is it?"

"Don't go to Sheng Qing's funeral, don't see Yao Haiyue..."

"Good!" Mu Jingcheng nodded. She never thought about going.

If that's a bureau she set up, a trap. So She jumped down and fell into the trap. Sheng Qing should be dead, right?!

In this case, why do you go to her funeral?!

As for Yao Haiyue Maybe she wants to avenge her daughter?!

A person who wants to kill himself at any time, why should he take the initiative to send him to the door?!So, she won't go!

Not even death! -

with the consent of Qu Shaochen, Mu Jingcheng took a shower in the bathroom, changed his clothes, and then went out.

Qu Shaochen accompanied her out of the cloud and reached for a taxi at the door.

When Mu Jingcheng opens the door and gets in, Qu Shaochen looks at her with some worry. "It's OK to relax, but you can't hurt yourself. Do you understand?"

Mu Jing orange gently nodded her head, so concerned about her husband, what reason does she have to hurt herself?!

"Keep your phone on and call me at any time, OK?" Qu Shaochen is still worried.

"I understand!" Mu Jing orange hoarse voice rang up, in order to let the district little Chen rest assured, she slightly pulled a lip angle, and then whispered, "rest assured!"

But as the door was closed, the smile just squeezed out disappeared.

She couldn't laugh.

You can't even make yourself laugh.

Except for Qu Shaochen

As the car goes on, Mu Jingcheng sees the figure of Qu Shaochen in the rearview mirror.

Although his figure became smaller and smaller as the car left quickly, his worried look was deeply imprinted in his mind.

So She can't do anything, let alone do what worries him.

in order to get rid of the inner struggle as soon as possible, and to make people who love themselves no longer worry, Mu Jingcheng quickly sorted out the inner world like weeds, and then told the taxi driver where he wanted to go, "master, go to the cemetery..."

The driver had a goal, so he stepped on the gas more quickly.

And now The man in the rearview mirror is gone.

Mu Jingcheng takes his eyes back and leans on the back seat of the taxi tired. He lets the car run fast until it stops.

Stepping into the cemetery again, Mu Jingcheng's heart is so different from that of the last time.

Looking up at the kind-hearted old man on the tombstone, even though Mu Jingcheng tried to control her emotions, she cried out after shouting "Dad".