"But the parents came to the door!" Mu Shaohan had a deep hatred in his eyes, and pointed at Luo Xiangyu, as if he was recalling the scene at that time: "When he pointed at my son's nose and scolded us!" ”

"Where are you Luo Xiangyu!" Her sudden roar made Luo Xiangyu's head buzz as if it exploded, and he asked himself, how much of a bastard he was?

"You tell me now."

"Will you be nice to us?"

Mu Shaohan looked at him mockingly, his eyes full of disdain: "Don't you think it's ridiculous?" ”

"Han'er......" Luo Xiangyu stood up, he felt very distressed about the appearance of a woman, and drowned himself in sadness and refused to come out.

"Don't call me!" Mu Shaohan slammed him away, and there was a little smile in his eyes: "What? Are you guilty? ”

Regarding the change in her uncertain expression, Luo Xiangyu's eyes dimmed, and he said in a dumb voice: "Han'er, don't be like this." ”

Mu Shaohan looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault...... I don't know any of this, I've been looking for you all these years, but I don't even know where to look for you. His tone was frustrated, and his dejected appearance made Mu Shaohan's mood surprisingly good.

"It's not a big deal, it's all over." With a hint of banter on the corner of her mouth, she deliberately said innocently with wide eyes.

Luo Xiangyu stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly in his arms, stroked her long hair and said softly: "Don't do this, it's ...... Stop laughing, okay? ”

Such a smile made him look dazzling, and he was so sad that he couldn't force his own person to laugh.

"Why can't I laugh? Am I happy? Isn't it right to laugh when you're happy? ”

She had a natural expression, and in the face of such Mu Shaohan, Luo Xiangyu raised her hand to cover her eyes, and was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, Han'er......"

"Where are you sorry for me? I think you're good. ”

"Don't ...... that"

The conversation between the two was all heard by Mu Wenze, who was lying on the bed and had already woken up, and realized that what Mu Shaohan said was getting more and more biased, and he finally couldn't help but open his eyes and speak: "Mom." ”

A faint hoarse voice sounded in the ward, Mu Shaohan's voice stopped abruptly, she hurriedly ran to the bedside and asked softly, "Xiao Ze, how are you?" Do you feel uncomfortable in any way? Does it hurt? Oh, you...... Do you remember who I am? ”

Her series of questions made Mu Wenze's face darker and darker, and he wouldn't wake up if he knew it.

Looking at Mu Shaohan, who was looking at him a little nervously, he thought shamefully, why did he have such a mother......

"Mom, you talk well." After saying this weakly, he turned his head to the other side, sorry, but he really didn't want to see her.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable, fast! Luo Xiangyu, hurry up and call the doctor over. Mu Shaohan beckoned to Luo Xiangyu behind him.

The man was about to go out to find a doctor, but Mu Wenze had to say with a headache: "No, I'm fine." ”

He sighed earnestly, and even brought a hint of hatred: "Mom, can you be more mature?" ”

What happened to the "......"? She was educated by her five-year-old son?

Thinking that his body had not recovered yet, so he did not have the urge to beat him, Mu Shaohan sniffed and finally returned to normal: "Be good, get up and drink some water first." ”

She stretched out her hand to help him up and take him into her arms, took the water cup handed over by Luo Xiangyu and fed him one by one.

Luo Xiangyu on the side was observing Mu Wenze's injury, there were only slight abrasions on his face, and the more serious one was the hanging arm, it was difficult to judge the injury without removing the plaster bandage, and he planned to ask his attending doctor later.

"Mom, I'm fine."

The child looked up and smiled at Mu Shaohan, and that smile carried infinite healing.

With a sour nose, Mu Shaohan nodded and put Mu Wenze flat, and when he saw his arm, he couldn't help crying, put down the cup and left with only one sentence "Go wash your hands".

She bit her lip and hid in the corner crying, as a mother, she was really afraid that something would happen to her son, although she didn't hold it in her mouth like others and was afraid of melting, but she was spoiled by Mu Shaohan since she was a child, and now she saw that his hanging arm was a pain in her heart.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in the south before, that day she took Mu Wenze to the lake, and saw a woman about the same age as her on the side of the road, crying and running around the street, shouting "Maomao" all the time, she was followed by a little girl, with a crying voice to ask her mother Maomao where she went, the woman shouted her child's name heartbreakingly, asked people everywhere, Xiao Bu followed behind her mother and stretched out her little fat hand to reach her, trying hard to keep up with her footsteps, but she didn't know that her brother was lost, I don't know what her mother is afraid of, seriously, it is the most real cry Mu Shaohan has heard since she grew up. At that time, she thought of her deceased mother, she used to love her so hard, and she was guarding her so carefully, at that time she could understand the mother's feelings, pulled Mu Wenze decisively off the boat, helped her find it together, and finally saw him playing with other children covered in mud at the entrance of the south lane.

The woman cried and laughed and beat him hard, but Mu Shaohan could feel real happiness from her.

She glanced at Mu Wenze, who was also standing beside her, and only said, "Xiao Ze, my mother will definitely not leave you." ”

Can ...... now She was carried away by hatred, and she was bent on revenge, completely forgetting the promises she had made.

She remembered that she hadn't even said a word to him at the time, hadn't reminded him a word, and finally left like that.

The tears couldn't stop flowing, but he couldn't make any sound, he opened his mouth and bit his arm fiercely, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Smack."

The door was opened, and a tall black shadow blocked the already faint light, the black shadow stood for a long time, so long that Mu Shaohan couldn't help but look up, Luo Xiangyu stood in front of her, bent down and stretched out his hand, and a clean handkerchief was lying quietly on it.

He sighed helplessly, and then squatted down resignedly, pressing the back of Mu Shaohan's head with one hand, and carefully wiping her face with a handkerchief in the other.

"I'm crying like little cats." Luo Xiangyu suddenly spoke, and a low magnetic voice hit Mu Shaohan's heart one by one, and the tears she had finally stopped surging out.

"Look at it, you're still crying, huh?" He put his arm around her softly and patted her on the back.

In one sentence, Mu Shaohan instantly recalled Luo Xiangyu's crime, she got up from the man's arms, went to the sink to wash her face, and went straight out, leaving him alone and puzzled.