Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Although Mu Zhiliang and Ye Ting were extremely surprised, they remained quiet. They also hoped that the child could wake up their daughter.

Little Pudding was most looking forward to his mother's response. He pursed his lips and remained quiet, but his heart was beating nervously. He had waited for this moment for too long.

Mei Yun was very nervous, afraid that something might happen. The young master looked too much like Mr. Leng, but she couldn't stop this moment.

Time passed second by second, and everyone seemed to have been waiting for a long time, but Mu Qingqian didn't react at all.

Little Pudding was anxious and couldn't wait any longer. He moved his lips and called softly, "Mom..."

"what!"

Little Pudding had just called out one word when Mu Qingqian instantly shouted. It was too sudden, as if he had touched some mechanism.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!  …"

The reaction was violent. He suddenly jumped up from the bed, holding his head with his hands and continued to shout. His feet and body curled up into a ball. His expression also changed drastically. He was full of fear and terror, and his face twitched.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!  …"

While shouting, she tried her best to avoid Little Pudding's gaze, and her skinny body kept shrinking towards the head of the bed. She didn't want to look at him, as if he was a ghost who was taking her life.

Everyone was shocked. It turned out that the lack of reaction just now was just the calm before the storm.

Mu Qingqian had shrunk into the corner of the bed, her body pressed against the wall, but she still wanted to squeeze in, trying to find a hole and hide herself inside.

"Mother……"

Little Pudding called out "Mom" completely. He didn't want this to happen. Why did his mom do this?

His mother didn't respond to him, but because of his inner expectation, he walked forward and stretched out his little hand, wanting to touch his mother and comfort her.

But Mu Qingqian became more and more intense, "Ah! Ah! Ah..." Her voice was about to break. It was as if this child was a ghost that would take her soul and her life.

She leaned against the wall, his approach was like an endless night that was about to envelop and swallow her. She had to put her hands back to block him and spoke:

"Don't come over here, you are already dead, don't come to me! Wuwu..."

The first time she spoke to her child, she was so scared that she started crying. Her heart and body were shaking.

Little Pudding subconsciously pulled his hand back. He didn't understand, but was forced to accept this fact.

He knew what death was. His mother thought he was dead and was afraid of him and didn't want him to get close to her.

In other words, he is the source of his mother's fear. Once touched, his mother will become emotionally stimulated and extremely excited and afraid.

He has deeply understood what his father told him that his mother is emotionally unstable and cannot be stimulated. No wonder his father has been dragging his feet and not bringing him to meet his mother.

At this moment, frustrated and helpless, he had to turn around and walk away. Everyone was ready to pull him away, but Mu Qingqian suddenly turned his body, and pounced over as if he had suddenly lost something, got off the bed, and hugged little pudding tightly from behind on the ground.

"Baby, do you hate mom so you turned into a soul and came back to find mom? No, it's a ghost. You must be angry with mom and you turned into a ghost to come back and ask mom why she doesn't want you, wuwu..."

Little Pudding's heart seemed to be frozen by frost. His mother hugged him and called him baby, which made her happy. However, she was crying sadly, and her words still showed that he was gone.

In his mother's mind, he is now a ghost who has come back to find her and ask her why she doesn't want him.

Why did his mother have such a strong consciousness? What had his mother been through? Even when his mother was holding him from behind, he felt deeply hurt, as if he couldn't breathe and was suffering.

His mother asked him if he resented him. Of course he said no, but he was unable to express it in time. His mother hurried on:

"But, wuwu...it's not that mommy doesn't want you, I'm sorry, mommy couldn't keep you, wuwu..."

She buried her head in Little Pudding's shoulder, crying intermittently. She hugged the child tighter in her arms, feeling deeply guilty and sorry for the child.

"They put me on the operating table, gave me anesthesia, and cut you out of your mother's belly. It wasn't a birth, it was a cesarean section. Before your mother even heard your cry, they threw you into the trash can!"

She talked about the pain she had experienced back then, and her excitement turned into impulse. "Mom wanted to save you, but I couldn't move. They wanted to feed you to the dogs. I told you, you are not a bastard, you were clearly full-term, wuwu..."

As she spoke, she began to sob again. The pain in her heart was so overwhelming that she could not hide it, and her tears left deep marks.

"You are not a bastard, but they fed you to the dogs. Mommy wants to save you, but she can't, wuwu..."

She recounted the scene of that year. Little Pudding already knew what his mother had gone through. His mother's pain was like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into his heart, like crying blood.

But at this moment, Little Pudding was extremely rational and tenacious. Before he turned around to look at his mother, he clenched his little hand and asked firmly:

"who are they?"

He wants to know who hurt his mother, he wants revenge!

"They are...he is..." Mu Qingqian was about to say it, but paused, let go of Little Pudding, and fell into fear again.

They turned him into a person, a very scary person, and it seemed that if she told it out, she would suffer greater harm.

Little Pudding was eager to know, so he turned around without thinking too much and comforted his mother:

"Don't be afraid, mom. Tell me who it is. He can't hurt you again. I won't let him go."

His voice was soft, but it had a spirit that was inconsistent with his young age, and it also reflected his anger and determination to avenge his mother.

Little did he know that when he turned around, his mother saw his face and was frightened again, starting to scream.

"what!……"

The sound pierced the ward. Mu Qingqian fled back to the bed in panic as if she had encountered a ferocious beast. She pulled the quilt and buried herself in it, trying to resist the beast's attack.

"Don't come over here, don't hit me, I've been in jail for six years, why don't you let me go, wuwu, don't come to me again, don't hurt me again, wuwu..."

She was crying and screaming in the quilt, lying on her stomach with her butt sticking up, her whole body shaking. Even through the quilt, one could feel her extreme fear.

"Qing Qian, he is not Leng Qianhan, he is Little Pudding, your child!"

Yin Lanju probably knew what Mu Qingqian thought Little Pudding was, so she rushed over to explain. She even reached out to pull open her quilt to let her clarify.

Mu's father and mother pushed her away together and leaned over to protect their daughter, "Qingqian, mom and dad are here, don't be afraid, mom and dad are here..."

They kept comforting him, and Xiao Wuyang subconsciously held Little Pudding, not letting him get any closer.

Seeing Qing Qian like this, he was a little confused.

Leng Bingnuo was as stupid as her mother, unable to understand the situation, and shouted loudly:

"Sister Qingqian, Leng Qianhan will never hurt you again. I promise you, we will all protect you."

Mu Qingqian originally planned to stay under the quilt forever, but the three words "Leng Qianhan" came to her mind, and she was so scared that she immediately pushed away the quilt and knelt down to little pudding.