Chapter 442

Mu Xiaoyou asked Muqiao, "Mom, when will grandfather wake up?"

Muqiao choked several times before he said, "grandfather, I've gone to heaven."

On the day of Mo's cremation, Muqiao received a call from Mo Han in the middle of the night. Since he lived across the street, Muqiao changed the habit of sleeping on his mobile phone.

Pick up the phone, there is wind inside, it sounds like on the roadside.

"Wife, I miss you."

For the first time, when he called her that, she just felt her heart pounding. She sat up and said, "where are you?"

There was no sound inside for a while.

"Wife, I feel sick."

Muqiao listened carefully. Mohan's voice felt drunk. She inhaled, "Mohan, tell me where you are. I'll go to find you."

"Hello, Miss mu. I'm Mr. Mo's assistant. Mr. Mo is here in the Jiuyang building now. He won't let us near. Would you please come here?"

Muqiao frowned, got up and dressed. In the early spring of a city, the temperature was still very low at night. She wore a long black coat, tied a scarf casually and went out directly.

When he arrived at the designated place, Mo Han was leaning against the pole, his coat was hanging on his right shoulder, and he was wearing a white shirt with his head down. There were four or five people in black standing around him. Fortunately, it was three o'clock in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Otherwise, he would not be able to write anything about it.

This is Mohan, a stranger to Muqiao.

She approached him, gently pushed him, and cried: "Mohan"

hearing the sound, Mohan slowly looked up and saw Muqiao's face. As soon as she reached out, she directly pulled her into her arms, "wife."

His voice was full of grievance and sadness.

Obviously drunk, but not too bad smell of wine, wood Joe moved in his arms, "Mohan, let's go home first, OK?"

This side said, push away him, take up the clothes on his shoulder, put them on him, "put on the clothes first, it will be frozen."

The man was unexpectedly obedient and put on his clothes.

The assistant and several bodyguards next to him all looked silly. Sure enough, they could conquer the gang with softness.

After taking Mo Han home with the assistant, Muqiao cooked some ginger soup for him. It was so cold outside that she was afraid that he would freeze.

Fortunately, after being drunk, Mo Han was very obedient. When he took the first sip, he frowned and thought it was spicy. Muqiao closed his eyes and drank the bowl of soup.

He took a towel to wipe his body. After tossing, it was almost five o'clock in the morning.

Muqiao covered him up and went home.

She just cleaned herself up. She heard her father's cough. He woke up at 6 o'clock every day. She knew that.

Hearing a noise in her room, her father knocked on Joe's door. "Joel, are you awake?"

Muqiao looked at himself, found nothing different, just opened the door, "Dad."

"How did you wake up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up." Joe felt guilty.

"It's still early. I'll go out for a walk. By the way, I'll bring you breakfast."

"All right, Dad."

Joe was relieved to hear the door closing.

She was a little worried about the drunken Mohan, so after a while, she thought that her father should have come downstairs, so she quickly quietly opened the door, ready to see Mohan.

Mohan's house, with a password lock, she just entered the password, step into one.

Behind him came his father's voice, "Joel."

Muqiao opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She took a breath and closed the door again. She turned and looked at her father standing at the entrance of the safe stairway. She asked calmly, "Dad, you haven't gone out yet?"

Mufu stepped forward, stared at her, raised his chin, "open the door."

"Dad."

Muqiao shook his head, her father's physical condition, she really dare not stimulate him.

"Open the door."

"Dad, let's go home first. I'll tell you about it before you decide, OK? Your heart... "

"And you know I have a heart problem?" My father's voice rose abruptly.

Muqiao quickly came forward, holding his father's arm, "Dad, don't be angry, let's go home, go home, I'll tell you everything, don't get excited, will you?"

At this time, the door opened, mother rubbed her eyes, "I heard your voice inside, what's the matter?" Turning to see Muqiao in his pajamas, "Joel, why did you get up so early today?"

Muqiao bit her lip and had a headache for a moment. Originally, she wanted to wait until Mohan's work was almost settled, and then slowly do her parents' ideological work, which was good. She was directly caught. She looked at her father and always felt that he had just deliberately lured her out, "Mom, please persuade him to come in first. Please let him calm down. I'll do everything with you They saidIn the end, the mother had a better way, and finally coaxed her father in.

It's 6:30 in the morning. It's just a little light.

"It's Mohan, isn't it?" Father's voice was low, but Muqiao could hear it. He was angry.

His mother frowned and sat down beside him. "Joel, you said to your mother that you didn't come back a few days ago, right across the street?"

Muqiao nodded, then looked at his father, "Dad, you Don't get excited. Listen to me

Then, Muqiao told the two old men what they had experienced and what they had done from city B to city a, including those years when he died and came back to life.

At the end of the talk, it was already daybreak, and the first ray of sunlight came into the house through the balcony. Muqiao breathed heavily.

The mother nodded heavily on her forehead, "you Joel, how can you do things without consulting us? Don't you understand? You marry, you marry not only Mohan, even if as you say, he likes you, but, what the hell? If I don't approve of you, I can't say it will happen again. "

The father looked at his mother with approval in his eyes.

Muqiao bowed her head. She never thought about this problem. She was too naive at that time. Now, she has understood that it's never just a person to marry. She has understood the reason why her parents always let her marry in the right family.

In particular, Mo Han's mother is still such a person. What her mother said is really not impossible.

"Then wait for his mother's approval and marry again."

Father stood up in vain, pointing to Muqiao, "you don't hit the south wall, you don't look back!"

Muqiao did not dare to contradict his father. "Dad, don't worry, I won't be good at making decisions this time. If his mother doesn't approve of me, I will never marry."

The father sighed a low, to the mouth of the words, and swallow back, desire and stop appearance, after, pointing to the mother, "you say."

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