Chapter 1192

"Auntie, who have we never resented? What's our understanding?"

Qingqing light words, completely blocked the mouth of Yang Mu.

She opened her mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Miss Sun, this is a little of our intention. Take it, and we'll go." Put the bank card gently on the coffee table, Yang's father winked at Yang's mother, and they got up from the sofa.

Sun Zhenzhen hurriedly stood up with him. "I can't take this. Take it back."

With that, sun Zhenzhen picked up the bank card and handed it back.

"Miss Sun, this is what we give to our children. Take it. We know that Yang Yilin's bad boy hurt you. We... Are suffering too.".

Sun Zhenzhen didn't speak. He insisted on handing the card over, and then shouted to Molly, who was drawing carefully behind the sofa.

"Molly, Grandpa and grandma are leaving. You'll see them off."

"Good." The little girl put down her paintbrush and ran towards them, pulling Su Zhenzhen's fingers, then looked up at them.

"Grandpa, grandma, don't you eat at Molly's house?"

The little girl is super sensible, and her grandparents call her special parent, which is easy to give them the illusion that the child knows everything.

Yang mother emotional excited, slowly squatting down, reaching out to touch the little girl's tender little face.

Finally, after a long struggle, he reached back and said, "tell Grandma, what's your name?"

"My name is Molly, and I Ma Ma said that when she gave birth to me, the jasmine flowers in the ward just opened, so she named me little Molly." The little girl has a soft voice and a bright smile.

Yang's mother was immediately infected, and she smiled, "what a beautiful name."

Yang's father saw this scene, and his heart was sour. He pulled his wife's arm. "It's not early, let's go."

"Goodbye to grandma and grandpa." Sun Zhenzhen shook his daughter's small hand and gently reminded her.

The little girl immediately waved her hand: "goodbye, Grandpa and grandma."

The mother and daughter sent Yang's father and Yang's mother to the door. They didn't say anything. They watched them get into the car on the opposite side of the road. Then they turned and entered the yard and closed the door.

Through the car window, Yang Yilin finally saw the woman and child he was thinking about, and the feeling of suffocation hit him instantly.

Sun Zhenzhen cut short hair. It's not that kind of short hair with ears. It's full of heroic short hair comparable to that of a boy. It's so cool with her cold face.

And the little Molly standing beside her is wearing a pink puffy skirt, wearing two cute twist braids. When she tilts her head, she is so smart and strange that she takes off a little elf.

Ten meters away, they were in front of him, but he didn't dare to show his face.

If you let Sun Zhenzhen know that he is in the car, I'm afraid that he will move again to a place he can't find anymore, right?

Although he would like to get out of the car and rush to their mother and daughter, he dare not.

Seeing sun Zhenzhen close the heavy wooden door, his heart seems to be stirred by the meat grinder.

Pain.

It hurts.

When his parents returned to the car, he put away the heartbreak expression on his face, pretending to be calm and asked: "how about it? What did she say? "

Yang's mother was angry and said, "how can I say that I will never forgive you in my life!"

Originally, his back was straight as if his body had been evacuated. He was paralyzed on the seat, his eyes were numb and ignored, and he didn't know what he was thinking.