Chapter 1049: Distressed (2)

Mu Xiaocheng has fallen asleep in his arms, but it seems that he is still uncomfortable breathing.
Xi Xia night couldn't help but reach out and explore the forehead of the small town. He was slightly dumb and said, "It's still hot, when can I retire?"
He naturally took her reaction to the bottom of her eyes. The slender big hand stretched out and helped her to gather up the messy hair that had fallen down. The low voice was also passed over. "Oh, no big deal, wait for it to be good, The needle is the son, what are you crying?"
Wen Yan, she couldn't help but glared at him with a red eye. She was very pampered and grabbed the white little feet of Mu Xiaocheng. She looked at it and saw the wounds on her face. Twilight, "The sons are all like this, you don't feel bad."
Xi Xia night said. There are still some resentful swearing eyes.
"The person who started is not me. How do you look at me with this look? I certainly feel bad."
He said, only looked down at Mu Xiaocheng, who had already slept in his arms.
On the side of Mu Ling’s poems, I’m already laughing out loud, and I can’t help but ridicule.
Big brother, the blind man is in the heart, don’t say it.

Some feelings seem to be so wonderful, especially this family.
I don't know why, Mu Ling's poem is in front of a family of three, and my heart will give birth to some softness and expectation --
Life is so wonderful, when she has a life in her own belly, she can feel this soft feeling more deeply, and whether she will be the same in the future.
Every parent in the world loves their children very much.
However, why is her parents so indifferent?
Responsible to give birth to them, let go, for decades, do not care, or even have not admitted her intentions, all this, think of it, but it is so sad.
Mu Lingshi’s whole person suddenly got a little stunned, looking at the warm and amiable admiration of the eyes and the family’s three nights, and the scene of constant replay in his mind--
Warm and indifferent, at this moment, suddenly intertwined, forming a very sharp contrast, deep and cold so that people feel extra cold and distressed.
In the future, she must not let her children be like her, she wants her children to have a warm childhood that she and Amo have not had.
Muling's poem thought, thinking, and then involuntarily reached out and gently covered his still flat belly. There was a hint of crystal in the mouth, and the scar left on his face did not seem so obvious. .
When Xia Xia turned her head and looked at it, she looked at Mu Ling’s poem in her eyes. She paused and rubbed her eyes. She took a sigh of relief and suddenly turned her head to look at Mu Chen’s dust and stretched her hand. Pulled his sleeves and gestured to see Mu Ling poetry.
Mu Xiaochen also turned his gaze and looked at her eyes. Looking at the look of Mu Ling’s poems, the present between the eyebrows also showed some complexity.
"Ling Shi, you are not physically fit, don't stay here more, I let Li Si send you back, lest Grandma worry about them."
In the low voice of Mu Chenchen, with a hint of concern, Mu Ling’s poems were quickly returned.
"No, brother, A-powered to drive us over, grandparents, they go out to do something, may have to come back at night, the small town thing, I have not told them, lest they worry."
Mu Ling Shi gently responded.
Knowing that her recent mood is not very good, since the last time she saw Gu Qizhen, the emotions suppressed by her heart may have toughly endure. Mu Xiaochen was silent. Qingjun’s face had some strange cool light and low. "Amo told me about the night outside the entertainment city. Believe me, I won’t let you suffer. That kind of grievance."
"brother……"
The words of Mu Chenchen fell, but it made Mu Ling’s poems shocked. Some of them were overwhelmed and looked at Mu Chen.
"Mujia, you will always be your strong backing, unless you have abandoned it yourself."
Mu Xiaochen said faintly, and when he said this, he had already taken his eyes back from Mu Ling’s poems, lowered his eyes, and continued to look at his son who was sleeping in his arms, not looking at him. Mu Ling poetry.
"Brother... I know Ling Tian... He betrayed you, but we will never --"
"I do not mind--"
Mu Xiaochen did not wait for Mu Lingshi to finish the words, and quickly cut off the words behind Mu Ling’s poems. Jun’s face passed a smile that was utterly absent. When watching Xia night, it was clear from the smile. Out of a trace of loneliness, "You also have your position, and I can only do what I should do. Well, Li Si, send the lady back."
He couldn't help but talk directly with Li Si behind him.
Followed by, Li Si, who has not spoken, quickly responded, "Okay, young master!"
"Miss Ling Shi, let's go back!"
Mu Ling Shi paused, and looked at Mu Xiaochen, and when he glanced at the side of Xixia night, Xi Xia night also returned to her with a light smile, soothing her, Mu Lingshi I had to smile a bit, and nodded quickly. "Well, then I will go back first. When my grandparents come back, I will tell them again."
"Come to the house and remember to call."
Xi Xia night sighed.
Mu Ling’s poem responded and then left.
Looking at the figure of Mu Lingshi slowly disappearing in the aisle in front, Xi Xia night could not help but take a breath, turned his eyes and looked at the man with a faint look, could not help but say, "If you say that, you are not worried about the poetry. Add it?"
Wen Yan, Mu Zhenchen paused, suddenly smiled slightly over the side. "If I don't say it, I don't think they feel good in their hearts. Sometimes, telling the truth, perhaps more comforting people, after all, I I don't want any embarrassment in their hearts. They should have lived a little free."
His smile came into the eye, but it made Xi Xia night stunned, and my heart was a little bit painful, but I didn't know what to say.
"Summer night?"
At this time, he suddenly called her low and did not look at her, but looked at the son in his arms.
"Ok?"
Xi Xia night soon responded, and Qing Qing decided to look at him.
"At this time, with me, will it make you feel tired?"
He asked faintly.
Xi Xia night stunned, and even shook his head, whispered back, "With you, I always feel that I am very close to heaven, how can I feel tired? Anyway, I also recognize, marry the chicken with the chicken to accompany the dog dog."
She said that the light and pleasant laughter was also passed down quietly--