Chapter 214

Mu Yichen probably felt my difference, and all his actions stopped abruptly. Open your eyes and look at me. My tearful eyes seem to hurt his heart.

My face is a pain, lips tight, like endless grievances written on my face.

Mu Yichen immediately left me. The thick smoke after the flame went out smoked his face as black as bamboo charcoal. "Do you hate me so much?" he stood in front of the sofa and looked down at me. In his tone, there was doubt and dissatisfaction.

I got up angrily, stood in front of him, looked at him, and said stubbornly, "do I have to show a happy face and full of joy when I was forced to kiss?" I retorted to him.

I stared at him with mockery in my eyes. Why should he be happy to cater when he needs it? I signed a contract with him. Yes, I can not resist, but it doesn't mean that I have to respond enthusiastically.

Mu Yichen bit his teeth and couldn't speak for a long time! The eyes were getting colder and colder. The original ambiguous consulting room was filled with cold air in an instant.

"OK! Mo Yuhan, you're fine!" the voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and Mu Yichen's fierce eyes swept over my face.

Reaching out to pick up the coat on the sofa, he walked out without looking back.

Looking at his straight and lonely back, my heart couldn't help but be stunned. I took a deep breath, and I pressed down the strangeness. After finishing my clothes, I walked towards Letong's ward.

Sitting down in front of the hospital bed, Lotto's head was wrapped with gauze, which deeply hurt my eyes. Her eyes were closed and her face was infinitely pale.

The conversation between mu Yichen and the doctor still echoed in my mind. A warm heat filled my eyes. I closed my mouth tightly and swallowed my tears.

"Happy boy..." I held her hand and whispered in pain.

At this time, Lecong's eyes slowly opened and murmured: "Mom..." the voice was very small, but I heard it clearly, and my body couldn't help trembling.

He looked up and saw the happy boy looking at himself. At that moment, my heart seemed reborn. Lecong's eyes, with a little chaos, covered the original clarity.

As soon as my heart ached, I raised my hand to quickly wipe the tears on my face, sucked my nose, raised the corners of my mouth, and burst out a good-looking smile on my face.

"Happy boy, are you awake? Mom is here, mom is with you!"

Lecong's face also showed a smile, and his eyes looked at me. The original dark eyes returned to light bit by bit.

My mouth is higher, my eyebrows are curved, and my happiness is self-evident.

"Dad..." Le Tong suddenly stopped Mu Yichen who was just leaving.

Hearing the voice of Lecong, he stopped immediately. When he turned back, Lecong was looking at him with an excited face.

Mu Yichen resolutely raised his feet and walked in.

"Dad..." happy boy could not hide his happiness on his face. At present, his small mouth could not help but toot up. His small face was full of grievances: "you haven't come to see me for a long time!"

Mu Yichen smiled apologetically, reached out and gently pinched Lecong's chubby cheek, spoiled and said, "it's dad's fault. Dad will come to see you every day in the future, okay?"

"OK, let's pull the hook!" the music boy stretched out his finger and sent it to Mu Yichen. Her tender voice was like a sweet song. He smiled, stretched out his hand and hooked with the music boy. At this time, I finally couldn't help sitting aside.

"Haven't you gone?" I asked coldly.

I'm obviously dissatisfied that Mu Yichen disturbed our mother and daughter.

"This hospital is all mine. Do I want to report to you?" Mu Yichen retorted.

"OK, let me go!" I got up and was about to step away, but I was grabbed by the music boy.

She pulled my sleeve and asked suspiciously, "Mom, isn't it good for Dad to come to see us? When you just went to bed, you kept shouting his name."

Hearing this, I couldn't help staring at the music boy in amazement. My chest fluctuated and my heart surged, "how can I call his name? Don't talk to children!"

Le Tong pursed his mouth and really didn't dare to speak again. She expressed her dissatisfaction with her pouted mouth. This lovely appearance, but when you look at Mu Yichen, your heart will follow.

"What's mother's name?" Mu Yichen broke the deadlock between our mother and daughter and asked Lecong.

The happy boy stared at me with big round eyes. With a serious face and a small mouth, it seems to be recalling and organizing language.

The next second, she blurted out, "hum, your sister!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Yichen and I couldn't help laughing.

My face was full of relief and I was secretly relieved. I was afraid that my smart daughter would say something that didn't surprise me.

Mu Yichen was simply amused by the happy boy.

"No, no, it's like humming your meat." the music boy bit his index finger and looked at us in front of him.

But I am very happy at this time, and she is also very happy.

"Ah, I remember, it's to touch you!" the music boy held his small fist, pursed his small mouth, and looked sure. The expression is cute and cute.

But now, Mu Yichen and I can't laugh anymore. Mony! This is the English name used by Mu Yichen when communicating with foreign countries!

I can't believe looking at Lecong, I want to ask myself if I really talked in my sleep. But if not, how could happy boy know the name? In front of Mu Yichen, his daughter opened this past.

My heart was in a panic, and I couldn't help hanging on my face.

And Mu Yichen, sitting on one side, flashed a cunning light in his eyes. Then, my eyes fell on my face. When I saw it, it began to get hot. I didn't know whether I was embarrassed or angry? At the moment, I want to make a hole in the ground.

She looked at Lecong helplessly. Sometimes she even wondered if this little guy had been bought by Mu Yichen? Mingming didn't know him for long, but he raised her day and night for nearly three years. Before the wings were hard, they began to turn their elbows out?

Seeing that I didn't speak, the musician patted my hand and asked, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

I endured the dissatisfaction in my heart and slightly held the corner of my mouth: "mom is fine."

It has to be said that although three-year-old children are not old, they know something about the world. Lecong is a very smart and sensitive child. Naturally, I can feel my difference.

"Mom, are you angry with Lecong? Are you unhappy?" Lecong looked at me with a very hurt face. It looks wronged, but it's very cute.

Now, I can't be angry anymore. I smiled and touched Lecong's face, spoiled and said, "mom is not unhappy. Lecong is her mother's favorite baby. Mom won't be angry with Lecong if she is angry with anyone."

Speaking of "who", I deliberately accentuated the syllable and gave Mu Yichen a white look. At that second, my dissatisfaction was engraved on my face. But when I turned around and looked at the happy boy, a smile returned to my face.