Mu Shao's Spicy Sweet Wife

"Yes." Liu Cheng bowed his body respectfully, supported Mu Dengxun and walked away slowly.

Guo Qinlan's suppressed tears could no longer hold back and burst out. She looked at Mu Dengxun's back and wanted to follow, so she raised her foot, but finally stayed.

Since she couldn't stop her two sons from changing Shen Wei's liver without hesitation, she could only take care of everything for them here.

However, he walked out of the doctor's office and walked into the empty corridor.

Li Xiurui's anxiety and warmth darkened, "You go."

He walked in front with his back to Guo Qinlan, his voice was cold.

"Xiu Rui..."

"Shut up." Before Guo Qinlan could say a name, Li Xiurui abruptly interrupted, "I'm Mu Xingye, the one who played with Shen Wei since childhood."

The voice was so heartless that it lacked any emotion, like a drumstick hitting Guo Qinlan's heart hard, making her burst into tears.

She wanted to bring back her son who was raised by her own hands countless times, and even the purpose of letting Mu Xingye replace him was to keep his place in Mu's house for him.

But now that he's back, he's no longer the gentle and well-behaved child he was back then.

He was so unfamiliar that it made her, a mother, afraid.

Guo Qinlan didn't dare to speak anymore, but she didn't want to leave either. She just kept a distance and followed Li Xiurui silently, watching him go through all kinds of formalities.

In the sky outside the window, black clouds piled up, and the north wind howled, as if a blizzard was brewing that would come at any time.

On the nameless street, the street trees beside the road have already lost their leaves, and their bare branches dance with the wind.

People in a hurry wrapped their clothes tightly and quickened their pace, trying to get to a sheltered place before the snowstorm came.

There was only one handsome man in expensive clothes, walking slowly and mechanically.

His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, and his figure was tall and straight, like a model walking out of a poster, which attracted the attention of people passing by.

He walked with a blank expression on his face, as if he was the only one left in the world, and there was a distressing sense of loneliness all over his body.

Some people wanted to ask forward, but they were stopped by the indifference of his body, and they just looked at him curiously from a distance.

Mu Xingye didn't know how he left the hotel. He seemed to be relying on his own muscle memory to walk forward step by step, and kept walking...

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know where he could go. He only knew that his heart was in pain, as if his heart had been forcefully dug out, leaving only a bloody hole.

The bitter cold wind was blowing in, trying to freeze his body and soul together.

Two four or five-year-old children were chasing on the street, running towards Mu Xingye. The child in front accidentally kicked the steps and staggered and fell towards Mu Xingye.

"Ouch!"

The child's voice was crisp and clear, like a ray of light shining into Mu Xingye's originally empty heart, and at the same time he regained his senses, he stretched out his hand to hold the child firmly.

"Thank you, Uncle." The child stood firm, raised his face and thanked him politely.

It was only then that Mu Xingye realized that this was a little girl with a man's haircut. She had a round face and a sweet smile.

In an instant, his dim starry eyes lit up instantly, and he thought of Yaoyao and Ze'an.

The children and parents in the back all chased after him and expressed their thanks to Mu Xingye.

Mu Xingye nodded faintly, handed the child over to the parents who were chasing him, took a taxi, and went straight to Mu's house.

Li Xiurui went to the hospital with his name. He had no chance to say goodbye to Shen Wei, but he still wanted to say goodbye to his two children.

Peace Garden.

When the servant opened the door and saw Mu Xingye, tears welled up in his eyes, "Young Master, Young Master is back."

They all saw Shen Wei's situation last night and were terrified.

Seeing that Mu Xingye came back neatly dressed but with a haggard face, he subconsciously thought that Shen Wei's condition had stabilized.

Hearing the servant's voice, Yaoyao rushed out of the toy room quickly.

"Dad, Dad." She yelled, and plunged into Mu Xingye's arms like a small cannonball.

Just as she fell asleep last night, she heard noises outside. She wanted to come out to watch, but Grandma Cheng refused.

During the day today, she heard the servants discussing quietly that Shen Wei was ill, and she was very worried.

Mu Xingye squatted down and held Yaoyao in his arms, his floating heart finally seemed to find a foothold.

Yaoyao was wearing pink coral fleece home clothes, warm; her body smelled of children's face cream, which was fragrant; her voice was sweet and soft, like a hot spring nourishing Mu Xingye's dry heart.

But before his heart could fully relax, it tightened tightly again.

He came back to bid farewell. From now on, he will no longer be Mu Xingye, nor their father in name.

As long as he thinks of this, his heart is like a cat's claws, being bitten by thousands of bugs, but he can't show the slightest difference in front of the child.

He could only hold Yaoyao tightly, tightly, wishing to embed her into his own flesh and blood.

Yaoyao's slender arms were on Mu Xingye's shoulders, and she could feel her father's shoulders trembling very, very slightly.

Yaoyao didn't speak, but hugged Mu Xingye back vigorously, her small face was pillowed on the crescent of his neck, and her tender little hands patted his shoulders intermittently.

Silently appease.

This child has always been the most sensitive and intelligent.

Mu Xingye got up, still holding Yaoyao to his chest, "Come on, let's go see my brother."

The servants were all worried about Shen Wei's health, and seeing Mu Xingye taking care of the child as usual, they became more certain of their previous judgment, suppressed their curiosity, and returned to their respective jobs.

In the children's room, Ze'an fell asleep holding a baby bottle.

Aunt Cheng waited on the side carefully, rocking the crib rhythmically, turned around when she heard the door opening, and saw that it was Mu Xingye coming in, she immediately gave up the seat beside the bed.

Mu Xingye didn't speak, but nodded slightly at her.

Aunt Cheng understood, and left the room without a sound. When the door was closed, she took a deep look at Mu Xingye through the crack of the door.

With his back facing the door, Mu Xingye had already sat down on the sofa chair next to the crib with Yaoyao in his arms. His back was still wide and straight, indifferent and arrogant, but somehow it made people feel desolate and lonely. .

Aunt Cheng didn't dare to ask, and silently closed the door for them.

After Mu Xingye sat down, Yaoyao let go of his neck and slid to the ground to stop. She lay on the side of the bed, imitating Aunt Cheng, shaking the crib skillfully.

She looked at the sleeping Ze'an, then tilted her head to look at Mu Xingye, and said in a low voice, "Dad, my brother really looks like you."

She blinked her big eyes, and the corners of her pink lips were raised, but it didn't seem like the usual bright joy, as if she was pressing something.

Mu Xingye bent his mouth following her, but in the depths of those dark and deep eyes, it seemed to be wrapped in a sea of ​​bitterness, only boundless bitterness.