My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

"Why? Why kill him? He is just a child!" Yan Sulin finally stopped beating me. For nearly two hours, I was beaten by her like a doll, and now I have collapsed to the ground, covered with scars.

What can I answer? I don't care about anything.

"Why????" Yan Sulin suddenly fell to her knees, crying on her back, like a child, just repeating the sentence: "Why? Why? Why? Why kill him?"

Her cry stimulates my eardrums and hits my heart even more. If I can stop my violent self, nothing like this will happen. I can’t give my life back to you, so no matter how you hit me, I It doesn't matter.

I was barely able to stand up and I was going to walk in front of her, even if she killed me. I thought so at that time! But, she just held my arms tightly with both hands, shook my body vigorously, and continued to question in my ear: "Why?" Tears fell into my mouth with her shaking, slightly salty teardrops. Suddenly it became extremely bitter, which made me frown, deeply!

Maybe she was tired from playing, she was tired from shaking, or she was tired from crying, she slumped on the ground quickly, expressionless and silent. And my heart seemed to collapse in an instant, facing such a mother, everything is white. I had to squat down and stretch out an arm that has not been removed and gently wrap her around her. Give her the only warmth.

The noon sun was a bit dazzling, I covered my hands and looked towards the sky, thinking about the reason why I didn’t see Nie Yueqing at that time must be because if it weren’t for him, Nie Linkai would be able to participate in the training of the reincarnation gate instead of running to the tropics. The rain forest also ran into a mad woman who was walking violently. At that time, he must have been hurt a lot.

"Let's go home." Mu Qiu walked forward and took my hand and said naturally.

I did not resist, nor did I speak, I just followed him. Now I really don’t know if I should choose. Because the man in Hong Kong who I love is still in my heart.

After returning home, he took a good rest for two months under Mu Qiu's close supervision, and he was moldy! ! I am absolutely not exaggerating. Mu Qiu was so annoyed by my "excellent performance" some time ago. When I got home, I was furious. To be honest, I have never seen him in a volcanic eruption, and I swear that I don’t want to see him in the future. His angry appearance is not much worse than when Satan was doing harm to the world. Even a tough person like me usually feels cold behind his back, it seems that he is really not good-looking!

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Qiu's voice was still cold. In the past two months, whenever I tried to go out, he would stand behind me and ask. And I could only turn around and smile indifferently: "Hehe, I just want to get some air and look at the scenery outside."

"There is nothing to look good in on a hot day. Come back and rest." Mu Qiu said, dragging me back to the house with my collar, and said: "Didn't you say that you don't have time to watch anime? Now you have time to watch it, don't Later I complained that I wouldn't let you see it."

Watching anime is of course great, but I glanced at the room I haven't left for more than two months, and started fighting again: "Aren't you a doctor? You should know that just resting in the house is not enough.

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