Chapter 213
This man, as if the potential in the inevitable, to take mommy from him?
If you lose Mommy, he really has nothing. No, he won't allow it!
Damn it!
Yun Tianyou clenched his fists tightly and twisted his eyebrows. Looking from afar, his back was covered with a layer of inexpressible loneliness.
He can't lose Mommy
The phone was hung up.
Muyazhe picked up his eyebrows, erased the call record, and threw his cell phone on the sofa.
There was no secret about the gunpowder between their father and son.
He will not let yunshishi know the dialogue between him and the child.
In the same way, the clever child will hide this, and in front of her, he still pretends to be naive.
Back to the bedside, the woman in the bed is still dreaming. Now she is immersed in the dream and has not heard the gunpowder confrontation between the father and son just now.
She curled up the quilt, hummed like a cat, and seemed to be in a dream. Her voice was low and inaudible. He stretched out his hand to arrange the quilt for her, but in her sleep she seemed dissatisfied with the disturbance, murmured a few times, adjusted a comfortable sleeping posture, and fell asleep again.
With a little wine, I wanted to drink. I asked her again in the car. I wanted to go back here and continue. However, she was very tired. On a delicate face, it was hard to hide her tiredness. He planned to let her go tonight.
Yuntianyou's question still seems to be in the ear.
"Don't provoke my mommy!"
Children of a young age, like small animals under threat, are covered with thorns. No matter in words or in tone, they will never stop stabbing people.
However, it can also be understood that although yuntianyou is indifferent, his nature is very simple and innocent. For so many years, in his clean and pure white world, there was only one role she played as a relative.
The meticulous care, the real pain into his bones, there is only one cloud poetry.
A six-year-old child, even if he or she is successful, is very dependent on his or her mother.
Now that he and another child are going to break in, how can yuntianyou not be prepared? How can we not take a defensive stance?
On the phone, although his voice is stiff and estranged, he can hear it vaguely. His words are so helpless and tense, even fear.
But did he really provoke her?
Muyazhe frowned slightly, and had some helplessness on his face.
If he were to provoke her, he would not have let her go six years ago.
He knows his temperament better than anyone, and he never loves a thing easily.
But once he wanted it, he would never give it up.
He is a nostalgic person in his heart. The word "love new and hate old" doesn't apply to him. He also knew that he was born in a big family, more of which was involuntarily.
There are so many powerful families, so many interests are involved, especially those like Mojia. There are so many intrigues and intrigues in them. Every step of walking is like walking on thin ice, and every step is alarming.
A woman like him will not be around for long.
He always admonishes himself that he must not put the truth into practice. No matter what kind of feelings, it's enough to play on occasion. If you use it deeply, how painful it is to leave?
If you lose Mommy, he really has nothing. No, he won't allow it!
Damn it!
Yun Tianyou clenched his fists tightly and twisted his eyebrows. Looking from afar, his back was covered with a layer of inexpressible loneliness.
He can't lose Mommy
The phone was hung up.
Muyazhe picked up his eyebrows, erased the call record, and threw his cell phone on the sofa.
There was no secret about the gunpowder between their father and son.
He will not let yunshishi know the dialogue between him and the child.
In the same way, the clever child will hide this, and in front of her, he still pretends to be naive.
Back to the bedside, the woman in the bed is still dreaming. Now she is immersed in the dream and has not heard the gunpowder confrontation between the father and son just now.
She curled up the quilt, hummed like a cat, and seemed to be in a dream. Her voice was low and inaudible. He stretched out his hand to arrange the quilt for her, but in her sleep she seemed dissatisfied with the disturbance, murmured a few times, adjusted a comfortable sleeping posture, and fell asleep again.
With a little wine, I wanted to drink. I asked her again in the car. I wanted to go back here and continue. However, she was very tired. On a delicate face, it was hard to hide her tiredness. He planned to let her go tonight.
Yuntianyou's question still seems to be in the ear.
"Don't provoke my mommy!"
Children of a young age, like small animals under threat, are covered with thorns. No matter in words or in tone, they will never stop stabbing people.
However, it can also be understood that although yuntianyou is indifferent, his nature is very simple and innocent. For so many years, in his clean and pure white world, there was only one role she played as a relative.
The meticulous care, the real pain into his bones, there is only one cloud poetry.
A six-year-old child, even if he or she is successful, is very dependent on his or her mother.
Now that he and another child are going to break in, how can yuntianyou not be prepared? How can we not take a defensive stance?
On the phone, although his voice is stiff and estranged, he can hear it vaguely. His words are so helpless and tense, even fear.
But did he really provoke her?
Muyazhe frowned slightly, and had some helplessness on his face.
If he were to provoke her, he would not have let her go six years ago.
He knows his temperament better than anyone, and he never loves a thing easily.
But once he wanted it, he would never give it up.
He is a nostalgic person in his heart. The word "love new and hate old" doesn't apply to him. He also knew that he was born in a big family, more of which was involuntarily.
There are so many powerful families, so many interests are involved, especially those like Mojia. There are so many intrigues and intrigues in them. Every step of walking is like walking on thin ice, and every step is alarming.
A woman like him will not be around for long.
He always admonishes himself that he must not put the truth into practice. No matter what kind of feelings, it's enough to play on occasion. If you use it deeply, how painful it is to leave?