Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian walked without any hesitation, no matter what Mu Qingshan was saying behind her, Mu Qianqian pretended she couldn't hear him.

In fact, you can only pretend not to hear.

After all, he shouted so hard and so loudly.

"Qianqian, even if Dad begs you, only you can let Dad see An An, mother and daughter. As long as you nod, Master Jiu will definitely agree."

"Ah."

Mu Qianqian laughed across the face, even she didn't know what she was laughing at.

After coming out, Mu Qianqian walked to the crossroad ahead, stopped a car casually, reported the address, and her mind was filled with Mu Qingshan's words.

His own father's confession and admission of mistakes are all excuses, what he wants is to meet someone he cares about.

It was the first time Mu Qingshan begged himself humbly, but he couldn't be happy.

Mu Qianqian was laughing at first, but when she smiled, tears ran out.

Take deep breaths and build your mind.

"Mu Qianqian doesn't cry, there's nothing to cry about, knowing that such a thing should happen."

However, the more construction was done, the more Mu Qianqian couldn't bear it.

The driver driving in front saw it through the rearview mirror, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Taking advantage of the gap between the traffic lights, she handed the tissue in the car to Mu Qianqian.

"Little girl, did you quarrel with your family?"

Mu Qianqian shook her head.

"That's with my boyfriend." The driver was also warm-hearted, "It's no big deal to quarrel, if you can't quarrel with him, you can just beat him a few times, don't be angry alone, crying secretly by yourself, it's not good for your health of."

Mu Qianqian nodded and sniffed, "Thank you master, I didn't quarrel with my boyfriend, my boyfriend won't quarrel with me."

"Then why is the little girl crying?" The driver also saw Mu Qianqian crying, so he wanted to help Mu Qianqian analyze it from the perspective of someone who had experienced it.

Mu Qianqian didn't say anything.

"Little girl, are you having trouble with your parents?"

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks, she could only wipe them away with a tissue.

The driver knew it when he saw it.

"Oh," the driver sighed, "it's normal to have disagreements with your parents. Don't feel bad. Later, if you act like a baby and let them accommodate you, or if you put on airs, why would parents have a cold war with their daughter? They will definitely come to you Make up."

"Master," Mu Qianqian sniffed, "Then what if your parents don't love you?"

The driver was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Mu Qianqian again.

"Little girl, don't you mind if I ask a question."

Mu Qianqian shook her head, "It's fine."

"Are your parents divorced? Or is it a bad relationship?"

"They," Mu Qianqian thought it was funny, since his mother was gone, his father was also gone, after all, what he was thinking of was to surprise the two of them.

"All of them." That's all Mu Qianqian could answer.

"That's no wonder," the driver said earnestly, "My parents have re-established a family, and there will inevitably be conflicts and partiality. Don't pay too much attention to it. It's a big deal. Just live a good life with your boyfriend."

"Think about it, they don't love you, don't care about you, you can be cool, there is only one person who is still thinking about you, and it is worth your thinking, that's it."

"After all, your situation is indeed a bit special." The driver glanced at Mu Qianqian cautiously, "But, girl, you should graduate from college, right? Find a good job after graduation, and live with your boyfriend again." In your childhood, you can just forget about these troubles."

"As for your parents, you should fulfill your filial piety and responsibility. Whether they accept it or not is their business, and you don't have to care about it."

Mu Qianqian nodded, sniffed, "Thank you master, I will remember."

"It's good to remember, you just remember, just live the life you want."

Mu Qianqian nodded heavily.

Back home, Mu Qianqian echoed what the driver said in detail.

Although, that's what I said, it's still a bit difficult to completely care about it.

Mu Qianqian turned off the phone, locked herself in the room, and prepared to let herself go, preferably falling asleep.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon when Jun Jiuyan's meeting ended, and the first thing he did was to call Mu Qianqian.

The little guy was supposed to be going back to school today, but she said she would leave later, but there was no news until now.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been switched off."

Jun Jiuyan frowned, did he get on the plane?

It's not like the little guy's style, no matter how she goes, she will tell herself.

Dial again and still the same words.

Jun Jiuyan pursed his lips and dialed the inside line.

"Ninth Master."

"Check her itinerary."

"Ok."

Jun Jiuyan got Mu Qianqian's itinerary 5 minutes later. He didn't go back to school, and he didn't even leave home. The ticket was empty, and so was the bus ticket.

Even the driver and the car that sent her hadn't moved.

"Master Jiu, Ms. Qianqian may be out of battery."

"No." Jun Jiuyan knew Mu Qianqian very well. When she was at home, she would charge her phone when it ran out of battery, and would tell herself what she did, even when she was sleeping.

Stand up and walk out, "You take over other things, I'll go back and have a look."

"Alright Master Jiu."

The lights at home were not turned on, there was no TV, and the snacks and food prepared for her were not even touched.

The only one that moved, Jun Jiuyan glanced at the cup with only a quarter of the milk missing, breathing heavily.

The door of the little guy's room was closed and locked.

Jun Jiuyan didn't know what happened, but this had never happened before.

Originally, I wanted to go in directly, but I still chose to respect Mu Qianqian.

So Jun Jiuyan raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Qianqian."

no respond.

Jun Jiuyan knocked again, but there was still no response.

Now, Jun Jiuyan couldn't care about anything else, and opened the door with the spare key. He was terrified, and saw the tightly covered ball on the bed.

Jun Jiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, a little helpless, "How can I..."

Wait, Jun Jiuyan noticed something was wrong before he finished speaking.

Whether she slept or not, Mu Qianqian would never be so closed.

Jun Jiuyan walked over quickly, and carefully stretched out his hand to uncover Mu Qianqian's quilt.

As soon as a corner was uncovered, there was a moist breath in the air.

Jun Jiuyan frowned, "Qianqian..."

Mu Qianqian's entire face was exposed to the air, her eye sockets were red, her eyelids were swollen, and the lower corners of her eyes had been scratched, as well as tears that hadn't been wiped off in time. Her eyelashes were also wet, and her face was stained with dried tears.

Jun Jiuyan's breath stagnates.

Mu Qianqian glanced at him, then wiped her eyes indiscriminately, feeling a little bewildered and flustered.

Regardless of the pain, he smiled at Jun Jiuyan, his voice dry and buzzing, "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

Jun Jiuyan's thin lips were tightly pursed, locked on Mu Qianqian's face, and gently pressed against the corner of her eyes, "Who bullied you?"