Chapter 148
Because she can't get it. Even if she gets it, it's too hypocritical as it is now.
Mu Shinian mockingly hooked his lower lip, returned the card to Tong Wanzhi, smiled and raised his chin: "since I was five years old, you left my life. Thirteen years later, you finally remembered to give me money."
Tong Wan Zhi's face was stunned, and then turned white slowly.
Mu Shinian looked at her white cheek and smiled innocently: "Mom, you chose the road. Cry or sweet, I didn't force you."
As soon as she pointed her hand upstairs, she stressed again, "he's up there."
With that, she turned and left.
Tong Wanzhi sat on the sofa, staring at the thin background, twisting the bank card with his fingertips, and his thoughts of struggle were hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Mu Shinian lowered his head and went upstairs. He happened to see a figure, holding his arm, leaning on the wall, staring at her faintly.
Mu Shinian thought of what he might have heard just now. He couldn't help reaching out, grabbed a handful of hair and said, "I'm going to practice calligraphy."
Then she abandoned herself and walked to the study.
The housekeeper saw mu Shinian with some dejected background. He couldn't help rubbing his hands and wailing excitedly: "young master, they are too much. Do you want to teach them a lesson!"
Thin shallow glanced at him. He didn't say good or bad. He raised his feet and followed him upstairs.
In the study, mu Shinian was already holding a pen and copying those calligraphy in distress.
Bo Qian glanced condescending, inexplicably... Sad.
It's hard for him to understand why the words are written like that? More wild than a rough man!
After a few seconds, he couldn't help asking, "are you going to be a doctor in the future?"
How else do you write so scribbled?
Mu Shi didn't raise his mind, and tried to write quickly: "if so, can I not practice calligraphy in the future?"
"... the beauty of thinking."
"I don't want to."
“……”
Thin shallow looked at her suspiciously, as if the girl with a touch of sadness around her just now was not her.
Mu Shinian is even a stone. If he stares at it, he should live.
She raised her head and looked at him puzzled.
Thin and shallow eyes had no time to dodge, and he was not afraid at all. He looked at her so blatantly.
"What's the matter?"
"... No."
Mu Shi read a word back and nodded to write.
Shit.
Thin shallow stomach Fei said, sat back on the sofa, picked up the magazine that didn't remember the slightest content and read it again.
What's wrong with him.
No one else thought there was anything wrong.
Thin and shallow shook his head, and his sight fell on the soft back of his head. Don't open your eyes silently.
Forget it, it's okay.
……
Mu Shiran seldom got up today, washed and ate a small bowl of rice, then cleaned it up and waited anxiously in the living room.
The door opens.
Someone came in.
Mu Shiran stood up excitedly. As a result, he saw that Gu Yan was the one who came in. He immediately felt a clear disappointment on his face, but in the twinkling of an eye, he recovered as usual: "brother, are you back?"
Gu Yan has worked for a day and dealt with several difficult customers, which will be half dead.
He put his coat on the sofa, rushed to the housekeeper and said, "I've eaten outside. I don't need to prepare my dinner."
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