The Queen's Rebirth: Your Highness, please bow your head

Mu Boyun leaned on the back of the chair behind him, and smiled noncommittally: "I have been secretly monitoring since the car accident, and she has not behaved abnormally, Yuluo, maybe you really think too much? "

"Dad! Leng Suying is not a kind person, don't be fooled by her, it will be too late when she turns the Mu family upside down!"

"Yuluo, even if you don't like this stepmother, you can't just insist that she will be bad for the Mu family!"

"Could it be that she beat me in private and caused you to be involved in a car accident? Can't these prove everything? No matter how much she hides it, her nature will never change! Dad! Believe me, I don't care what happens in the future I know!" Her tone became a little urgent.

"Do you have the ability to predict the future?"

"..." She became quiet for an instant, wondering if she should tell about her rebirth, and if she told her, would her father believe it. . .

"She beat you last time, and later she told me the cause and effect. She acted in a moment of anxiety. If she is really what you said, it won't be too late to drive her away on the day I see it with my own eyes. Anger is very It's easy to deceive people."

"Dad, I'm actually..." She was about to tell the story of her rebirth when she was interrupted bluntly by Mu Boyun.

"Okay, Yuluo, you should become more mature, otherwise I can only stand by her side!" Mu Boyun put on the gold-rimmed glasses on the table, picked up the documents and looked at them, and started to work. He cannot be disturbed.

"Dad, do you still love Mom?"

Even though she's been dead for two years.

Mu Boyun's movements froze, his eyes stopped looking at the document, and he let out a long breath, "...she has been away for too long..."

"And do you remember what next Wednesday is?" she asked.

Seeing Mu Boyun's bewildered look, her heart turned cold.

Mu Yuluo looked at him in disbelief, her eyes were gradually stained with disappointment, she couldn't control the water in her eyes, and finally turned her back, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I understand..."

Then he closed the door and walked out of the study with some determination.

At night, the silver-white moonlight sprinkled evenly on the lifeless window sill, and the unlit room seemed to be sprinkled with frost, with a chilling chill.

Her father's last words deeply hurt her heart. She looked at the old photos on the table by the moonlight. Lips, the woman in the photo is smiling brightly, like a beam of golden sunlight that warms people's hearts, but now. . .

Only a few years after the woman in the photo passed away, my father couldn't wait to marry his stepmother. Maybe she shouldn't interfere with my father's right to find happiness, but forgetting is tantamount to betrayal.

The moonlight is cold, the small figure is curled up on the bed, burying its head in the arms to seek a little bit of warmth, the face between the arms seems to be a fragility hidden in the clouds, the trembling heart seems to bid farewell to the long-term numbness, Re-stained with a flood of loss.

Next Wednesday. . .It's Mother's Day. . .

It was the screen of the mobile phone on the bed that lit up, and a call came in, making a low vibrating sound.

She raised her head in surprise, looked at the flashing words on the phone screen, and pressed the answer button. . . . . .