C167 Cardiac injury

Until Lin Shumo's mechanical movements slowly stopped, and the sounds of sighs in his ears also calmed down.

The curtains in the office were tightly drawn, and only a few rays of sunlight were reflected in the room, dispelling the cold and gloomy feeling from the bottom of his heart. Mu Ziyao's breathing was shallow, if he did not listen carefully, it would seem like he had stopped, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, like a lifeless rag doll.

Lin Shumo's boiling hot body tightly sealed her, the world suddenly stopped, and all the tiny particles that were flying in the air started to dance and sway uncontrollably in front of her.

Mu Xiaoxi's shout outside the office was gradually becoming softer and softer. It was as if a bellows had been installed in Mu Ziyao's heart to blow away all of the remaining fantasies he had about Lin Shumo.

"Is that enough?"

An ice-cold voice that did not carry a single trace of emotion came out of Mu Ziyao's throat, but her eyes were still staring far away, as if she felt that it was dirty just by looking at Lin Shumo a little more.

"Yao Yao …"

Lin Shumo's reasoning was like an animal being surrounded, quickly gathering together. His body suddenly stiffened, all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Lin Shumo's hung on both sides of his body, and after tightening and loosening up, they tightly clenched. His eyes followed the crowd that surrounded Mu Ziyao, trying to discern some slight emotions from her face, but to no avail.

Mu Ziyao's face was flushed, but her expression was cold and empty. The professional suit that was originally well-cut was now hanging loosely on his body, adding a very deep crease to it.

"Director Lin, can I go now?"

Mu Ziyao stared at the man in front of him with his dark and heavy eyes, like a silent accusation, and that feeling was as if he was no longer willing to have anything to do with him, an expression of extreme anger.

Even though he was in control of the entire situation, Lin Shumo, who was commanding the wind and commanding the rain in this huge city, was momentarily unable to control his frustration. His pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at Mu Ziyao, whose expression was calm and unperturbed as he slowly put on his clothes.

"Yao Yao, I … "Just now …"

"Stop, don't say a word. I feel disgusted just by looking at you."

As he said that, he twisted the door handle, causing Lin Shumo to immediately extend his hand out to block him. This time, Mu Ziyao violently flung off his hand, looking at her determined figure, her face became gloomy and gloomy, a dark vortex appeared in her eyes.

Mu Yi Yao pushed open the door and the sunlight shined onto the glass. In that instant, Mu Yi Yao came to a realization. The anger and frustration in her heart had accumulated to a certain point, but she couldn't find a way to vent it.

"Yao Yao, are you alright …" "Yao Yao …"

When Mu Xiaoxi saw his own mother coming out from the office, his originally listless and listless head instantly came to life. He sprinted to Mu Ziyao's side with his short legs and hugged her thighs tightly like a koala. His eyes were still wet and his voice was a little hoarse, looking pitiful.

"It's fine, baby Xiaoxi, what's wrong with mother? She's fine."

Mu Ziyao hugged Xiaoxi and felt the soft and warm feeling from the little ball of meat. Only then did she manage to force a smile, because she couldn't bring such an unpleasant matter to Xiaoxi.

"Come, Mommy will take you home." As he said that, he carried Mu Xiaoxi and walked towards the main entrance of the company, naturally filtering the motors that allowed the office to automatically search for gossip and eat melon.

"Yaoyao …" Don't be sad, you and me. " Mu Xiaoxi carefully observed Mommy's expression. Although Mommy said that she was fine, he knew that Mommy was only comforting him. He definitely wouldn't let Lin Shumo go.

Mu Xiaoxi was very angry in her heart, this man, Uncle Lin was too much.

Just now, he dragged Mommy into the office like Mommy did something unforgivable. Hmph, anyone who bullies Mommy should die. It seems like he has to reassess whether he should accept this cheap old man.

Mu Xiaoxi's words were undoubtedly like a tear gas, Mu Ziyao's tears could not stop falling down as she buried her head into Mu Xiaoxi's little shoulder. This was her child, a child born in October, she was the only one.

Mu Xiaoxi knew that his mother was feeling terrible inside. Seeing her like this, he didn't dare to make a sound. His small hands lightly patted her back.

On the other side. Ever since Mu Ziyao and her son had left, Lin Shumo had been sitting on the sofa, unmoving. When the assistant came in to deliver the documents, he was so intimidated by the low pressure that even the sound of his footsteps could be heard.

The sky outside the window was dark and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

Lin Shumo kept recalling the scenes from the afternoon. Mu Ziyao's cold and expressionless face extinguished the last bit of guilt in his heart.