Two years later, Master Mu's condition deteriorated again and he was bedridden.

Mu Zichuan returned from abroad and formally took over the Mu's enterprise.

Compared with before, he has grown taller and darker. He has taken off the thin and handsome as a boy, and has become a tall and strong man with cold eyes and aggressive momentum.

Bai Wei was afraid of him for some reason.

Especially the eyes he looked at her were as aggressive as before leaving, as if he loved her and hated her.

She is not good at handling such complicated and sensitive relationships, so she can only avoid him and avoid him as much as possible.

The mother's change fell in the eyes of the young Murong Cheng and was also remembered in his heart.

Murong Cheng began to hate Mu Zichuan, because every time his mother saw Mu Zichuan, she would be frightened and tranced from time to time, muttering strange things to herself.

...

It was a cloudless weather that day.

Bai Wei took the scissors and cut a few tulips in the garden, preparing to arrange the bedroom where Master Mu would rest.

Master Mu is in poor health now, and he is reluctant to sit in a wheelchair. He can only lie on the bed with flowers and plants in the room, which will make him feel more comfortable.

She held up a bouquet of flowers and was about to go back. When she turned around, she found Mu Zichuan standing in front of her, staring at her blankly.

Bai Wei suddenly panicked. The bright tulips fell on the ground, and the scissors almost fell. They fell into the air and were caught by Mu Zichuan and held them firmly in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and passed the scissors.

Bai Wei hesitated for a while, holding the other end of the scissors.

Pulling slightly hard, the scissors didn't move, Bai Wei pursed her lips, and raised her eyes to look at Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan said nothing.

The two stood face to face like this, stalemate in the flower garden.

Suddenly a group of black shadows flew up and hit Mu Zichuan's back with a slap, splashing mud spots.

Bai Wei widened her eyes in surprise.

Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked sideways at him——

Murong Cheng stood far away, his childish little face full of resentment: "Stay away from my mother!"

Mu Zichuan smiled, with a sense of indifference and sarcasm, he lowered his eyes, gently swept away the mud on his shoulders, and turned away.

Murong Cheng is like an aggressive little milk leopard, staring at Mu Zichuan's back vigilantly, until he walks away, Murong Cheng ran to Bai Wei and asked: "Mom, did he just want to bully you? ?"

"No..." Bai Wei felt her fingers stiff while holding the scissors.

She moved her knuckles a little, then slowly squatted down, picked up the tulips on the ground, and said softly: "He didn't bully his mother. He was just... just talking to her mother and tolerating. You will not be allowed to hit people with mud in the future. It's very rude, you know?"

The bottom of the little boy's eyes was cruel and inconsistent with his age, "It's just mud, not stone."

"No matter what it is, it is wrong to use it to smash people." Bai Wei has a headache and helplessness towards her son's temper, "I really don't know who you look like."

Murong Cheng disagreed, and asked, "Mom, what did he say to you just now?"

Bai Wei was startled when she heard the words.

After a while, she slowly stood up, took her son's little hand, and walked back step by step, "Nothing to say, let's go back..."

He says--

"Are you using these hands to take care of him? You must be very tired?"

tired……

Yes, very tired.

These hands, turned over and scrubbed for him every day, massaged his limbs, cooked food for him... Numerous times, he woke up in the middle of the night, hurriedly ran to Master Mu's bed, carefully testing his breathing.

Feeling the gentle breathing ups and downs, her tense nerves will relax.

Worried that he would be choked with phlegm when he was asleep, and die silently...If that's the case, what should she do?

Her life is like a fog, and Master Mu is a lamp in the fog. He told her that she is his caregiver, so she only needs to take care of him with care.

But this lamp is about to go out. By then, who will guide her?