Seeing that Mu Qingyou was about to divorce, Lin Mufan looked at her back and called anxiously: "You'er." ”

Mu Qingyou stopped, turned his back to Lin Mufan, and took a deep breath: "Mu Fan, we won't get divorced, will we?" ”

Mu Qingyu's voice was choked, with a trace of indescribable injury, more uncertain.

Yes, after so many things have happened, especially when she saw such a scene just now, although she told herself that she believed that Lin Mufan would not betray her, but at this moment, her heart was really full of too much uncertainty.

Lin Mufan listened to the quiet words, his heart ached, and he said in a deep voice: "What about you? Will you divorce me? ”

Lin Mufan asked rhetorically, wanting to get a definite answer from her mouth.

Mu Qingyou heard Lin Mufan's words, hooked her lips, and smiled bitterly, shouldn't Lin Mufan know her thoughts best?

Why, even now, do you still ask yourself?

While Lin Mufan was waiting, Mu Qingqing whispered: "Mufan, the person I love now is you." ”

Because I love you, I will never divorce you until you take the initiative to ask for divorce.

Unless......

You don't want me anymore!

Of course, these words were quiet and unspoken, and she always believed that Lin Mufan would understand the meaning of her words.

It wasn't until the quiet figure disappeared in his eyes that Lin Mufan slowly withdrew his gaze.

Of course he understood the meaning of Mu Qingyou's words, it was precisely because of this that Lin Mufan's heart was even more painful, he didn't know why he and Mu Qingyou had evolved into what it is today, Lin Mufan's mood was very uncomfortable.

Retracting his painful gaze, Lin Mufan slowly walked back to the office, and when he saw Yu Keyao sitting on the sofa, Lin Mufan's eyes were cold: "You already knew?" ”

Regarding Yu Keyao's unexpected behavior towards himself as soon as he entered the office, Lin Mufan's face was very ugly.

Yu Keyao hugged herself, and the curtain appeared quietly, so that Lin Mufan could not doubt Yu Keyao's purpose.

Hearing Lin Mufan's questioning, Yu Keyao did not deny it: "Since you already know everything, why bother asking." ”

When she came up to Lin Mufan's office, Yu Keyao did see the quiet figure, and then she had the next thing.

Yu Keyao had long been accustomed to Lin Mufan's cold attitude, and said to him with a smile: "What? Is your wife jealous? Angry with you? ”

That's what she wants.

Thinking that he impulsively destroyed Qi Ziwei's glass flower room that day, Yu Keyao has been relatively peaceful these days, but for Lin Mufan's indifferent attitude, Yu Keyao's heart is still very angry, so she thought of choosing revenge in such a way.

Lin Mufan frowned, glared at Yu Keyao viciously, and said indifferently: "Yu Keyao, I don't welcome you here, I also said it, don't spend your careful thoughts on me, otherwise, I will make you regret it." ”

"If it weren't for Grandpa's face, do you think I'd be more patient? You listen to me, don't annoy me lightly next time, otherwise, you will bear the consequences. ”

As soon as Yu Keyao heard Lin Mufan's words, her heart became angry, and she was about to refute it out loud, but when she saw Lin Mufan's solemn gaze, she closed her mouth in a daze.

At this time, judging from Lin Mufan's face at the moment, he still didn't pluck the feathers on the tiger's head, and he was guilty of it.

Thinking like this, even if Yu Keyao was unwilling in her heart, she just had a cold face, looking at Lin Mufan angrily, and finally, in Lin Mufan's cold and ruthless gaze, she pursed her lips, got up, held her head high, and left arrogantly.

After Mu Qingyou came out of the Lin Mansion, he has been wandering on the street, his mind is full of all the things that happened during this time, and finally, he hooked his lips and smiled bitterly.

She didn't understand why she and Lin Mufan had come to this point, although Yu Keyao had also explained to herself before, but looking at the intimate behavior of the two today, Mu Qingyou said that heartache was a lie, but she could only pretend not to care, just because she didn't want Lin Mufan to be difficult.

Just when Mu Qingyou was immersed in his thoughts, a small leather ball appeared under his feet, and Mu Qingyou came back to his senses and watched a little boy staggering towards him.

"Auntie......" The little boy smiled at Mu Qingyou, pointing to the small leather ball at her feet, and motioned for her to take it to herself.

Mu Qingyou squatted down, picked up the ball on the floor, walked in front of the little boy, and handed him the ball in his hand: "Give." ”

The little boy grinned at Mu Qingyou: "Thank you...... Thank...... Auntie. ”

Holding the ball, under the quiet gaze of the curtain, the little boy stumbled away.

Mu Qingyou watched the back of the little boy leaving, maintaining a squatting posture, staring distractedly, and couldn't help but think of the child who was beaten by himself before.

That night, Mu Qingyou continued to have several nightmares, and in the dream, there was another poignant questioning voice, and she wanted to flee in panic.

"Ah......h

Mu Qingyou opened his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, the pajamas on his body were soaked with sweat, lifted the quilt, Mu Qingyou jumped off the bed, hurriedly ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, splashed a handful of water on his cheeks, and propped his hands on the sink, Mu Qingyou looked at the mirror in front of him in horror, constantly panting.

At this moment, Mu Qingyou's eyes were full of panic, she saw a bloody ball of flesh in the mirror, she was so frightened that she took a few steps back, squatted down, hugged her body tightly, and her body trembled.

"Mom, I'm so cold, Mom ......"

The little girl's painful voice echoed in her ears again, one by one, word by word, constantly echoing in the ears of the curtain and quiet, tearing at her heart.

"Don't ...... Go away...... You go away......"

Mu Qingyu waved his hands in a panic and screamed.

Sitting on the floor, Mu Qingyou couldn't stop moving back, his back pressed against the cold wall, Mu Qingyu covered his ears with his hands in pain, refusing to hear any sound.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the voice followed her tightly and drifted away for a long time.

Mu Qingyou's face was pale and his expression was painful, and finally, he slowly got up from the floor, looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly fell on the shaver on the sink.

Mu Qingyou's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, he slowly walked towards the sink, stretched out his hand, grabbed the razor, came to the bathtub, filled it with water, and sat down in despair