It was drizzling.
Mu Chu Di half knelt on the grass, holding the baby that almost became black charcoal, motionless, seems to become a fossil.
Although we know that a baby who is just born is shot, the chance of survival is very small, let alone after the explosion?
But why is Gu Manning saved, but her baby is not saved?
If it was not for Gu Manning, the gangsters would not have captured her and the baby, and the baby would not have died.
Gu Manning, Huo Xiao, they all live well, but her baby, however, is burned to black charcoal, even death, is beyond recognition.
How she hates it!
Hate their own incompetence, hate Gu Manning's ruthlessness, hate Huoxiao's unfeeling.
Now it's the only hate that supports her.
"Yaya, Mommy will take revenge for you."
"Yaya, wait for Mommy. Mommy will come with you when she's done with it."
Finally, just when the little boy thought that mu Chudi didn't intend to let go of the black charcoal, mu Chudi gave it a devout kiss, and then carefully put it into the pit.
The cold wind blows her hair, and the drizzle falls down. He feels that Mu Chu flute seems to be plated with a layer of brilliance. How can it be so dazzling.
It's a mother's aura.
At that moment, the little boy's heart ached for a moment, and in the middle of it, a strange feeling appeared in his heart, which was called guilt.
Little by little, time passed until Mu Chu Di filled the soil and the little boy's clothes were half soaked.
He has never been patient. He is not worried at all. Instead, he is waiting for her patiently.
Mu Chu Di buried her baby. She stood up and shook her body slightly.
The little boy reached out to help him, but mu Chu Di stopped him.
"Don't worry, I won't fall down again!"
Just because she was weak and incompetent, she fell down, so the baby would die so soon.
"Oh."
The little boy withdrew his hand with a slight pity.
"What's your name? Why did you save me? "
Hearing Mu Chu Di ask his name, the little boy is very happy, "my name is fanque. As for why I want to save you, I have to ask Mr. Wu, but he doesn't like people to be disobedient."
"You don't look like an obedient person."
A 12-year-old boy who had just known her for a few hours said she didn't look obedient?
Huo Xiao's proud face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he also made her obedient.
Mu Chu Di hooked his lips, "I'm not going to be obedient."
be good? She only wants to listen to herself.
"Tell your husband that I want to see him."
She knows that the other party is willing to save her, and she has her mission. In this case, there is no need to cover up and waste time.
"You go back to your room and have a rest. I'll ask your husband and get back to you then."
Not long after Mu Chu Di came back to her room, she began to have a fever and fell into a dream.
In her dream, she watched the baby being robbed and killed. The man with the gun turned his back to her. Mu Chudi went crazy and pulled the man's shoulder, only to find that it was Huo Xiao's face.
Pain, heart twitching pain.
Mu Chu Di grasped something tightly, and a clear tear fell from the corner of his eyes.
After a long night, mu Chudi's eyes were not comfortable because of the glare of the light. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a deep and beautiful face.
Unlike the Chinese, his eyes are blue and his nose is more vigorous.
He was staring at her with a bantering smile, while her hand was holding his sleeve tightly.