Mu Xiyan stayed by her mother's side for a while, and when she saw that her complexion had returned to her usual state, she raised her head and said to Han Yifan, "Uncle Yifan, let's go back!"

Han Yifan glanced out, his thick eyebrows furrowed, the heat in the air was about to melt, and he said disapprovingly: "The temperature is too high now, your mother can't withstand such a big sun exposure, otherwise, I'll go out and bring you something to eat, you obediently stay here, you can't take half a step out of the parasol." ”

"Can't you drive the car in?"

"No, you can't. ”

Han Yifan's words scattered the wings in Mu Xiyan's eyes, she was silent for a while, nodded, and returned to her mother to sit down.

Somehow, Han Yifan's heart was sour when he looked at this scene, and he wanted to reach out and touch the little doll's head, but he was avoided.

Mu Xiyan tilted his head back far away, his round eyes glared at the boss, and his fat little face was disgusted: "Uncle Yifan, don't think that I don't know that you want to wipe the sweat on my head, I have already seen through your careful thoughts." ”

Han Yifan glanced at the sweat on his palms, and then at the little doll with the words written on his face, Don't think I could bully me when I was young, and silently put away his palms.

Damn, you wait for me, sooner or later I will get these accounts back on you one by one! Han Yifan walked out under the scorching sun, while secretly thinking in his heart.

Seeing Han Yifan's figure go away, Mu Xiyan lowered his eyelids to restrain all his emotions, and his long eyelashes covered his dark eyes, in addition to being silent or silent, there was also the agility and innocence when he frolicked with Han Yifan.

Mu Xiyan didn't expect that the matter would be more serious than she imagined, she knew that her mother would faint, and even if she was messing around, she would prevent her mother from coming to Cheng's house. Fortunately, Han Yifan thought carefully and prepared a parasol with foresight.

At first, Mu Xiyan was unimpressed with the parasol prepared by Han Yifan, because even a double-layer parasol would not work under such a strong sun, and she didn't know that she was out until Han Yifan opened the parasol.

The parasol above her head is a world away from the parasol of her previous life, not only does it completely insulate itself from the sun's heat, but even better, it has a powerful miniature air conditioner installed in it, which is a must-have coolness in summer - an air conditioner that many people in her previous life would not dare to think of.

Thinking so in her heart, Mu Xiyan's movements on her hand did not stop and probed her mother's wrist, just now Han Yifan was here, she was not so blatantly checking her mother's pulse, for fear of exposing herself too much and causing unnecessary trouble.

Although her behavior did not change Han Yifan's perception of her, it has to be said that Mu Xiyan has now developed a cautious habit, allowing her to play a vital role in handling things in the future.

Mu Xiyan withdrew his hand, which was no different from what he expected, because of the exposure to the sun and the recent mood swings, his mother's physique was weak, and her body couldn't bear it for a while before she fainted to the ground.

She sighed secretly: The body is nothing serious, but how can the wounds in the bottom of her heart be healed?

Although the mother no longer cares about being kicked out by the Mu family, or has no time to remind, but after checking the pulse just now, Mu Xiyan knows that her mother's heart has been damaged, and there is no impact of external forces, and there is only one explanation for such a result, excessive sadness.

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, even if Mu Xiyan has learned everything he has learned in his previous life, he may not be able to cure Cheng Yuhui.

Why is it always the woman who gets hurt?

Why can't a woman be self-reliant and self-reliant, but have to look up to other people's snorting lives? Mu Xiyan looked at her sleeping mother and lamented her misfortune and was angry.

People with damaged heart pulses cannot withstand any stimulation, and if the living environment is not good and the physical strength is often exhausted, syncope becomes commonplace.

God has given you a healthy body, why can't you take good care of it? What powerful reason can you let your body be so wanton?

In her previous life, Mu Xiyan sat in a wheelchair for nearly twenty years, but she never gave up on herself. It doesn't matter if she doesn't have the opportunity to go to school, she is self-taught, and the diploma she takes out can crush the top students of any top university. What does it matter if she can't walk? She hasn't established herself as a king on the Internet!

Mu Xiyan sobbed and wiped her tears, and at the same time broke her thoughts in the bottom of her heart: Isn't it just that a man likes the new and hates the old and finds an excuse to abandon him? Why do you want to hurt yourself by mutilating your body? Aren't you saying that you love me the most every day? Are these all lies?

Poor Mu Xiyan has lived for more than 20 years in his life, and he has never even touched a man's hand, so he naturally will not understand the mystery of the sentence "ask what is the situation in the world, and teach people to promise life and death".

Han Yifan, who went and returned, saw the well-behaved elf-like little doll sitting next to her mother, shrugged her little shoulders, wiped her tears pitifully, and her heart was a soft mess, and she secretly sighed that no matter how mature she is, she is still a child!

So Mu Xiyan's little pot friend, who was still entangled in the question of "does my mother love me", suddenly rose into the air, and when she looked down with two bubbles of tears, she found that she was already in mid-air.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, Mu Xiyan clenched the muscles under his armpits, his powerful arms, and the feeling of dizziness hit again.

The last time I had this kind of dizziness was when I was a "ghost......

Coincidentally, Mu Xiyan's frightened performance was mistaken by Han Yifan for extreme sadness. It's sad to grab the arm with so much effort, the skin is broken, God is pitiful, I'm afraid I haven't suffered this kind of suffering since I was born!

I have to say...... Sometimes misunderstanding is a very beautiful thing, because Han Yifan has this softness and pity for Mu Xiyan in his heart, when Mu Xiyan is under his hands, he suffers a lot.

Mu Xiyan, who was short and had little strength, was sad in the face of the gap in reality, so he had no choice but to change the topic and ask: "Uncle Yifan, didn't you say that you went to buy food, why did you come back so soon?"

"No need to go. Han Yifan put Mu Xiyan on the ground, looked at Cheng Yuhui, who was in a coma and was actually asleep, and said: "Don't cry, little bean sprouts, your mother is fine, she just fell asleep, and she will wake up naturally when she is full." ”

Mu Xiyan: "......"

Well, misunderstanding is misunderstanding!

Mu Xiyan lowered his head and straightened the crumpled clothes that he had "lifted high" just now, and the hair he had combed before going out in the morning was already messy like a chicken coop.

Han Yifan's voice was filled with joy, what is the good thing about this? Mu Xiyan continued to sit beside his mother, waiting for the follow-up.

Sure enough, within thirty seconds, Han Yifan continued to speak: "Yan Yan, there is an aunt who asked us to go to her house as a guest, let's clean up and prepare to go over." ”

Although Han Yifan spoke in a coaxing tone with Mu Xiyan, the literal meaning was very resolute, and he did not give Mu Xiyan any chance to choose.