Yuhan didn't know what he was thinking, his brain was blank, his steps were stiff and he walked forward, and stood in front of the little girl again.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly couldn't bear to watch her crawl on the ground with difficulty, and she couldn't bear to look at her little appearance that refused to give up.

Yuhan only felt that at that moment, she poked her tears.

The little girl was dirty, but with unquestionable stubbornness, as if she was her hope and her numbness.

She looked at Yuhan's feet in front of her, cried profusely, and hugged Yuhan's ankles.

Obviously she didn't have much strength, but Yuhan felt like a jack hammer, and she couldn't take a single step.

"Who's mom you're calling?"

The little girl still didn't answer her, only hugged her ankle tightly, as if that was all she had, and her dirty little face showed satisfaction and joy.

The fallen leaves and dust on the ground covered the little girl's face, her hair was very long, and the little pink dress was not a summer skirt, but a gauze skirt, like a down-and-out little princess in a costume drama.

The girl whimpered and sobbed, laughing while crying, her hands were tightly clenched, giving Yuhan the illusion that she would not let go until she died.

Yuhan squatted down and tilted her head to look at the girl: "Why do you call me Mom, can't you speak?" ”

The girl half-raised her head, and her little face was dirty and couldn't see clearly, only the big teary eyes, which were full of water, touched Yuhan's heart.

When the girl looked at the face that was very close to her, she stopped crying, but only two teardrops hung from her eyes, which was very pitiful.

Originally, both hands were tightly holding Yuhan's ankles, but this little hand was released and stretched out towards it.

Yuhan knew that she wanted to hug.

Seeing that "Ma Ma" had no intention of hugging her for a long time, the little girl seemed to be in a hurry, pouted and cried again, and the little hand stained with mud stretched out a little longer, as if she did not achieve her goal.

"Mama, Mama......"

There was a hint of strangeness in Yuhan's eyes, this time she was close, and she heard it very clearly, the little girl was really calling her mother.

She knew that she shouldn't take it seriously, she naturally couldn't be her mother, she had never had amnesia, let alone given birth to a child, how could she have a child?

I know that this is a child's joke, but my heart is still so soft that my heart is overflowing.

Yuhan has always disliked trouble, but she can't care so much at the moment, she can't bear to leave her child here, no matter whose daughter she is.

She remembered that she was once such a little girl, and hoped that her grandmother would love the little princess loved by her parents.

I couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

When the girl saw that she was finally willing to hug her, her two little hands quickly released her ankles and stretched out to her.

Yuhan's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The moment the child was picked up, he was suddenly overturned vigorously, and his hands were out of force.

"Who told you to come here?"

A cold, chilling voice came, with a monstrous rage.

Yu Han was unexpectedly overturned to the ground, his mind was confused, and when he looked at the people in front of him, he felt that he was spinning in circles, and asked in a daze, "Who are you?" ”

"Who allowed you in?" The man took a step forward, and Yuhan saw his appearance clearly, the man's eyes were red, his face was cold, and the whole person was so cold that he didn't breathe.

Yuhan looked at him, and even doubted, this person was really Mo Chuhao?

"I'm lost."

As soon as Yuhan finished speaking, her face changed suddenly, she was just pushed away by the man, and as soon as her hand took off the child, she slid out.

I don't know if the child broke it......