Mu Kexin, standing next to him, also cried with red eyes, "is that your father alone? That's it! "

"We have a good home and you have made it like this! Why didn't you die! Why! "

There are thousands of things in the world. For muzixuan, he used to have a very happy living environment. His grandmother and mother loved him. Although his father had some pockets, he was also his own father. He was also a pet to him, but now

He had no parents, and his grandmother was in bed again.

And all this is the harm of muhuan.

"Sister Why are you doing this Don't your heart hurt, and you don't have any kinship? " Muzixuan is really sad, he is still small, a family, the death of the waste, let him really some can't accept.

Muhuan didn't move or cry. She just knelt there and let them pull her clothes, blame her and push her

When Bo Junyan returned to the tent after handling the important funeral process, they released muhuan and wept bitterly.

Bo Junyan didn't let people touch them.

Because if muhuan doesn't want them to scold her and move her, no one can move her.

He also didn't speak, because at this time, no matter how much comforting words were, he came to muhuan, knelt down, and burned paper in the fire pot with her.

After the funeral, muhuan lost a lot of weight.

The eyes are no longer as divine as they used to be.

Bo Junyan looks at this kind of her very heartache, but his comfort is useless, even, she resists him very much, does not want to see him very much.

No matter how difficult a business is, Bo Junyan can come up with solutions. Just like before, when so many groups besieged him, they not only wanted his company but also his life, but all of them were solved by him.

What Bo Junyan said to old man Meng is true. After giving him a few days, he can put everything in order.

But, he did not believe Bo Junyan, no, should say, he believed, also want to take the opportunity to drive away muhuan.

His ambition, one hand brewing the tragedy of the present.

It's so difficult that Bo Junyan can't do it. Facing this kind of muhuan, he doesn't know how to do it.

Sometimes, there are some things that people can't do.

For example, the pain of bereavement, for example, the Revenge of killing the father.

It's useless no matter what people do.

Muhuan knows that it's not bo Junyan's fault. He's also a victim, but he can't face it.

She didn't know how to face Bo Junyan and all the people in the Bo family.

Once she felt that there was nothing in the world that could separate her from Bo Junyan, but now she felt that she could not go on with Bo Junyan.

It should also be said that I don't know how to go

She doesn't know, really doesn't know

Don't let old man Meng die. She can't accept it. But let old man Meng die. The Bo family and his wife are finished

She didn't know what to do or how to deal with it.

This made her, who had never escaped, choose to escape for the first time. No one could see her hiding in Mu's house.

Every day we live in a fog.

Until, in a starry night.

A tall man came out of the night. He was holding a white Persian cat. It was as cold as the moon.

Mu Huan looks up at each other and lowers her head.

Completely ignore each other's magnificent beauty.

I don't care who he is or why he appears here.

Does he want her life.

Now she thinks it doesn't matter.

(add another chapter, see you tomorrow