"Dad, I feel so bad. My heart is empty."
Can't cry, she can't find the outlet to vent, all the sad negative emotions are pressing her, she feels going crazy.
"You see, the baby is nearly seven months old. Why don't you wait? You will be a grandfather soon."
Mu Chu Di covers her stomach. Only in this way can she feel the rhythm in her stomach and feel the feeling of being alive.
Mu Chu Di suddenly reaches out to hold Mu Rui's tombstone, just like she used to hold Mu Rui as a coquettish, "Dad, I've been here with you, OK, I don't go, OK?"
She was reluctant to leave.
If she left, who would come to visit dad, bring him his favorite food and sweep his grave?
She lost her freedom, and Mu Shanshan and Yang Yalan couldn't get in touch with each other. Isn't dad, just like the tombstone over there, growing grass like crazy and nobody cares?
The sky was overcast, just like her mood at this time.
The more it rained, the more it got wet.
In autumn, the wind is a little cool, coupled with rain, the temperature drops a lot.
Mu Chu Di suddenly cold hands and feet.
Nevertheless, she still didn't want to leave.
Mu Chu flute is like this, holding the tombstone, letting the rain drench her thoroughly.
Far away, a black Maybach stopped.
Huo Xiao just went to the Mu family to deal with the internal affairs of the Mu family. When he came to the cemetery, he saw the bright black in the empty cemetery from a distance.
Huo Xiao, holding an umbrella, got out of the car quickly and walked slowly to Mu Chu di.
Her face, more and more clear.
The rain drenched her, and her hair pressed tightly against her cheek. She looked down and pitiful.
Mu Chu Di is still talking to Mu Rui about the interesting things before. Suddenly, there is no rain on her body. It seems that there is something to cover her.
In front of her, a shadow covered her.
Mu Chu Di raised her eyes slowly, facing an angular handsome face.
He was all black. I don't know if he happened to wear it or intentionally. This suit is very matching today.
He moved the umbrella to her, and the rain splashed on the black suit. All of a sudden, the color of the suit became darker.
Huo Xiao kneels half on one knee, but his thin and cool eyes are with rare tenderness and slender fingertips, pinning the hair on his face behind his ears.
Jun face slightly to Mu Chu flute, thin lip, stick on her cold cheek, kiss, seems to comfort her.
"I'm with you!"
Mu Chu Di's eyes dilate rapidly, and the moment when Huo Xiao refuses her suddenly comes to mind.
She suddenly changed her mood and pushed Huo Xiao away.
"No, you go. I don't want your company!"
"You go, my father won't want to see you, you refused to help him, you refused!"
"You refused!"
Mu Chu flute's hoarse voice reverberates on the silent and empty cemetery. Huo Xiao is pushed back by her.
Her resistance, her estrangement, like an invisible knife, stabbed his heart hard.
She said, he refused to help her?
No, he didn't!
Huo Xiao opens his mouth to explain, but mu Chudi's emotion is too excited. Maybe it's because of Mu Rui's funeral, so when he comes to his lips, he swallows it again.
He didn't want to stimulate her.
Mu Chu Di watched Huo Xiao leave, she also knew that at that time, even if Huo Xiao agreed, Dr. Luo could not arrive at the scene so soon.
His father's death has nothing to do with Huo Xiao.
She just, in anger at him, at the thought that he refused her in that situation, she couldn't control her emotions.
Because I love him, because I have greed for him, not like before, so jealousy makes her no longer her.