Chapter 1190

"Every year these days have been together with Chenzhou, although still clever, but the words are less and less, always a person sitting there in a daze, looking at people heartache." Ms. Lu spoke softly.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were sour and said in a soft voice, "I know, mom, I'm going back."

Ms. Lu nodded and said, "go ahead. My driver is downstairs. I'll take care of Beiting here."

"Good." Su nodded to the late, and looked at Mu Beiting anxiously, and then left.

Su Xiangwan first made a phone call to Mu Chenzhou, determined where he was every year, and then went straight to the company.

When Su Xiang arrived late, she was sitting on the sofa in the lounge with her head down every year. Her two short legs were on the edge, and a red toy car was stuffed with rice grains in her hand.

Rice grain will be sitting next to him and coax him in a low voice.

But as if he could not hear anything, he kept silent, staring at the car and did not know what he was thinking.

Su Xiangwan felt a pain in her heart and quickly stepped forward to pick him up.

Every year Leng Leng Leng, look up to always people.

When he saw that it was su Xiangwan, his eyes were bright. His two short arms held Su Xiangwan's neck tightly. When he sipped his small mouth, jindoudou began to fall down one by one, an unspeakable grievance.

"It's mom who's not good. Mom shouldn't have left you." Su Xiangwan has sour eyes and kisses her little face every year.

"Baba?" Every year, his face was still covered with tears. He stretched his neck and looked at Su Xiangwan's back, looking for mu Beiting's figure.

Su Xiangwan thought about it for a while and said in a low voice, "Dad is ill. When Dad gets better, will he come to see him every year?"

Looking at Su Xiangwan every year, he was silent.

"Ma Ma is taking care of his father recently. He doesn't get angry every year, does he?"

Every year, I nodded my head vigorously this time, obviously more energetic than before.

Su Xiangwan was relieved and said to Mi Li, "it's been a hard time for you."

"I love playing with him." Rice grain smiles at Su Xiangwan.

Su Xiangwan's eyes fell on every year, hesitated for a moment and said, "do you want to see dad every year?"

Every year, some excited, heavily nodded: "yes!"

"The hemp belt goes to see his father every year, but after seeing him every year, he should be good and don't disturb him until he has a rest, OK?"

Su Xiangwan thought that although he was still young every year, he still had a muddled meaning.

Even if he can say less, he has already expressed his needs in the simplest way.

Maybe she shouldn't keep it from him, she thought.

Separated from his parents for such a long time, he must feel afraid and uneasy.

Su Xiangwan felt more and more ashamed that she was not a good mother.

Mi Li seemed to see what she thought and comforted in a low voice: "no one is born to be a mother. She always wants to learn and grow up with her children."

Su Xiangwan nodded softly and said in a soft voice, "thank you. You and Chenzhou have been working hard for this period of time, but Beiting hasn't woken up yet. Maybe you'll have to work hard for some time."

"Don't worry." Rice grain rare is not sleepy eyes, more than usual wipe serious and gentle.

After thanking her, Su Xiangwan plans to take Mu Beiting to the hospital every year.

She thought that maybe Mu Beiting might be touched by the sound of every year.

Even if not, it will make you feel at ease every year.