Chapter 979

Song Xiaoya has long blurred her vision. She knows that she should not be soft hearted at this time.

This damned man, always know to say some sweet words to make her happy, coax her to believe him.

But After hearing these words, she couldn't control her tears.

She didn't know what he said, but she succeeded in making her want herself.

Without him, her life became dull, as if the most important part of her life had been lost, and her whole life was lost.

The most frightening thing is the silent night.

Darkness will magnify the loneliness of people countless times, ruthlessly gnawing at her heart.

Mu Junhao did not expect that she would cry so sad. He gently wiped the tears on her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Silly girl, I just want to tell you, man Qing or Li Qing, or Wang Qing, I despise, because my eyes are all occupied by you, and there is no room for other people."

Song Xiaoya covers her face and cries even more.

She was not moved to cry, she did not know why, just want to cry.

Maybe in the past five years, she has been holding her breath all the time, and she has long needed to vent her anger.

She broke herself too tight, sooner or later it will break out, and Mu Junhao's words are the fuse.

Mu Junhao was at a loss to wipe the tears on her face, "don't cry, it's my husband's fault! Husband shouldn't make you cry! "

The more he wiped her tears, the more they flowed, as if they couldn't be wiped clean.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"Yes, it's all my fault!"

Mu Junhao hugged her and kept kissing and comforting her on the forehead.

Looking at her crying into tears, he was about to die.

How many grievances do you have to hold in your heart to cry like this?

Song Xiaoya cried and was tired. She fell asleep on Mu Junhao's shoulder. Before she fell asleep, she was still mumbling, "it's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"Yes! It's all my fault! I'm not good! "

Mu Junhao looked at her sleeping but still with tears on her small face, with unspeakable love in her eyes.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when we got back to the villa.

It began to rain outside. The driver quickly opened the umbrella and opened the rear door.

"Sir, let me help you..." madam.

Just as the driver wanted to speak, he was swept by Mu Junhao and his fierce eyes.

The driver shut up immediately.

Mu Junhao takes off his coat to wrap song Xiaoya and comes down from the back of the car with song Xiaoya in his arms.

On a winter night, the cold wind blows to the bone, leaving the warm car and pouring the cold wind into the clothes.

Just at this time, a drop of cold water along the umbrella along the slide, drops on Song Xiaoya's arm, cold her a shiver.

Mu Junhao felt the person in his arms tremble and glared at the driver.

The driver immediately straightened his back and apologized: "sorry, sir, I didn't mean to!"

Song Xiaoya opened her eyes to see the man's well-defined chin and the familiar surroundings.

It turned out that they were home.

The drowsiness immediately scared away. She pushed Mu Junhao's chest, her small and charming facial features wrinkled together.

"Put me down quickly!"

There are many servants and housekeepers in the villa. Maybe their sons haven't slept yet. Seeing them like this, everyone laughs to death.

Mu Junhao frowned unhappily, "stay well, it's raining outside!"

Song Xiaoya suddenly thinks of the wound on Mu Junhao's back, and is more worried, "you put me down quickly, or the wound on his back will collapse again!"

I didn't feel it just now. When she said that, I really felt a little pain on my back.

The man smiles indifferently, "it's OK, if the wound collapses, you give me the medicine again."

"How can you do that? Don't you know how to cherish yourself at all? "

Song Xiaoya did not dare to struggle, so she had to stay in his arms.

It's a few more steps home.

As soon as she entered the room, song Xiaoya jumped from Mu Junhao's arms and went upstairs with an angry face.

In the hotel thing, she has not completely forgiven him, plus Mu Junhao so do not cherish his body, she is more angry.

Just came to the stairs, a chubby figure ran towards her.

"Mommy! You're back at last

Subconsciously, song Xiaoya reaches out and hugs song Ruiqi. She looks unhappy and asks, "why haven't you gone to bed so late? What did Mommy tell you before? Children who sleep late don't grow up! "

Song Ruiqi shriveled mouth, a face aggrieved, "my first day of school, a little can't sleep! Besides, I want to go to bed when daddy and Mommy come back! "

After listening, song Xiaoya felt distressed.She gave song Ruiqi a painful kiss on her forehead and said with a guilty face, "I'm sorry, it's Mommy."

It's all because she didn't deal with things properly some time ago, which made song Ruiqi's little Xinling town a shadow.

He thinks mommy and daddy don't want him any more. They don't feel safe all the time!

Mu Junhao follows song Xiaoya and looks at the picture of his son and his wife holding each other. His heart is in a mess.

He squatted down to reach for his son.

"Son, is it fun at school today? Are you happy

"Happy

Song Ruiqi happily reaches out to Mu Junhao for a hug. The next second, the collar is twisted.

Song Xiaoya hugged song Ruiqi and said softly, "it's late. Let's go upstairs to sleep!"

With that, holding song Ruiqi, he went upstairs.

Mu Junhao looked at the empty palm and complained: "Xiaoya, you can't stop me from cultivating feelings with my son."

Song Xiaoya hears the speech and stares at Mu Junhao.

If he has injuries on his body, doesn't he have any consciousness of the patient?

Song Ruiqi is very good at eating. Although she is only over four years old, her fat body has been more than 40 Jin. The wound will break open again. What can he do?

Mu Junhao knows that she has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, so he cares about him!

She walked over and took song Ruiqi from her hand. "It's OK. I know my body well."

If you can't even pick up your son, how can he stay in B city?

Song Ruiqi looked at Mommy worried, very sensible from Mu Junhao's arms down, "Daddy, I have grown up, is an adult, do not need to hold."

Mu Junhao felt soft and gently touched his white face.

"Good boy! Tell daddy what did you do at school today? Have you made any new friends? "

Speaking of school, song Ruiqi danced excitedly, "made a lot of friends, and many girls gave me gifts!"

Song Xiaoya's pretty eyebrows immediately frowned, and said in a cold voice, "don't accept other people's gifts, let alone puppy love!"

It's said that Mu Junhao began to fall in love when he was in kindergarten. He should never let his son learn from him.