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Chapter 937 Jing Yao and Mu Qing when she was a baby
The light in the living room was turned off, and the door of the bedroom was closed from the inside. On the sofa, the man who was originally "drunk like mud" suddenly opened his eyelids, and a star halo shone in from the balcony, covering his eyes, which made the his eyes

, cold and dark.

……

Fortunately, the bed in Qiao Yimo's bedroom was fairly spacious.

Qiao Yimo put Mu Qingxun on the bed, moving as lightly as possible so as not to wake up the sleeping little guy.

Squatting halfway to the side of the bed, she reached out to take off Mu Qingxun's shoes.

Taking off to the left foot, it is inevitable to see the mottled and ugly scar on his left ankle.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips tightly, and her fingertips involuntarily fell to the scar on his ankle, stroking it bit by bit.

Over the past few years, Qiao Yimo didn't understand why every time he saw his left foot, he would feel uncontrollable pain at the position of his heart.

Now she understands.

Because he has always firmly occupied a certain place in her heart, because she cares, because she still loves.

Seeing his bumpy left foot, everything he experienced when he was young and weak will appear in his mind.

Thinking of those, Qiao Yimo's heart softened and hurt.

Everyone seems to have felt self-pity and self-pity, and Qiao Yimo was not surprised.

The truth is, this mood never really went away over the years.

But whenever he saw Mu Qingxun's left foot, Qiao Yimo's mood became weak.

Compared with the disasters and tragedies she has experienced, Mu Qingxun is sadder than herself in some aspects.

At least her childhood was beautiful, at least someone accompanied her sincerely during the lonely time when her mother passed away and her father left...

What about him?

The childhood memory is probably only the disability of his left leg. During the process of growing up, what he bears is the abandonment of his biological mother and the coldness and manipulation of his biological father... How much time is he really happy?
He who has always refused to give up on himself, and has always stuck to his promise to be together for the rest of his life, how much pain did he give him?Can it be estimated? !
Is his heart scabbed or bleeding? !

Qiao Yimo's fingertips trembled violently, and her soft palm gently covered the mark of his left foot.

……

After Qiao Yimo gave Mu Qingxun a brief scrub with a warm towel, he went to the bathroom to wash up. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the big and small lying on the bed, and his heartbeat stopped involuntarily.

Because the sleeping positions of the two of them at this moment, like a rehearsal, are surprisingly consistent.

They all have one arm across their abdomen, one arm wide open horizontally, the body is slightly tilted in the direction of the open arm, one leg is straight, and the other leg is bent domineeringly on the bed.

Qiao Yimo looked at the two people on the bed, walked over unconsciously, sat on the edge of the bed, looked straight at Jing Yao for a while, and Mu Qingxun for a while.

After a while, Qiao Yimo stared straight at Jing Yao's long black eyelashes that were closed tightly.

When she was in the United States before, she felt that Jing Yao's eyes resembled this person's.

At this moment, both of them have their eyes closed, and the eyelashes are plugged in one by one, and that's it, Qiao Yimo actually feels that the eyes of the two are more similar.

slowly.

Qiao Yimo's gaze moved from Jing Yao's eyes to his nose.

Jing Yao was born fat, and his face and facial features were inevitably piled with fat, so his nose looked a little slumped surrounded by a pile of meat.

Qiao Yimo couldn't help opening his mind.

Fingers gently stroked Jing Yao's nose.

Imagine the shape of Jing Yao's nose, lips, and small face after Jing Yao lost weight...

Thinking of the last...

Jing Yao suddenly turned into a tender baby with Bai Shengsheng... And his face was actually the same as Mu Qingxun, who she had seen several times before when she was still in her infancy...

A tremor.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, looked away from Jing Yao in disbelief, stared at a certain point with wide eyes.

I liked Jing Yao so much that I was so dazed that I actually... connected him with someone from his infancy.

It's just nonsensical...

At this time, Qiao Yimo choked suddenly, and couldn't help but turned to look at Jing Yao, her brows were tightly frowned, but there was a certain light in her eyes.

Qiao Yi swallowed his throat, got up, quickly walked around to the other side of the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and suddenly sent a message:
"Sister Ran, do you have any pictures of the little monster when it was a baby? It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't seen the little monster when it was just born."

Seeing the message being sent out, Qiao Yimo didn't know what was wrong with her, her heart was beating fast, and her fingers stuck on the phone screen were shaking violently.

This unbelievable and unreasonable reaction, as well as the sudden message she sent just now, made Qiao Yimo... the blood flowed backwards all over his body, and his heart jumped.

……

Qiao Yi stood stiffly for more than ten minutes, and suddenly there was no news from the other end, probably fell asleep.

Joey's abnormal reaction from hair to toenails gradually returned to normal.

Exhaling slowly, Qiao Yimo put down the phone, and the moment he was about to turn around, the hand near the bed was suddenly grabbed, and the next second, the whole person fell down.

Qiao Yimo's eyes widened in horror, his eyes were blurred and turned upside down, and he was already stuck in the big bed.

Qiao Yimo's mind was blank, and his vision was confused for a while.

Qiao Yimo had no idea when both arms were forced to be raised high and shackled.

When she managed to recover from the fright, her lips were tightly pressed by two soft and moist lips that smelled of sweet wine.

Qiao Yimo's pupils dilated, and her slender waist trembled unconsciously.

The action of blocking her lips carried anger and punishment from the very beginning, as if to crush her lips in a rough manner, and kissed her until she couldn't breathe and suffocated.

Qiao Yimo panicked, even if she didn't react in time, she could instinctively sense the danger.

Qiao Yimo's eyes turned red for a moment, she twisted her body and struggled, she didn't want to be pressed deeper into the bed as soon as she moved, and she was not even given a chance to struggle!
His lips were stuffed tightly, and he was like a wolf licking tender meat that exudes deliciousness, sparing no effort to seize and possess it.

The string in Qiao Yimo's mind was so tense that it would break with a bang in the next second. Panic spread to every cell in her body, and more misery and despair spread from every cell.

at this time.

The huge disparity in power, the boundless gap between the strong and the weak, brought Qiao Yimo back to six years ago in an instant, where he was controlled in Mu Zhai, and under semi-anesthesia, he watched the scalpel dissect him. open your stomach
This son... took away a piece of "meat" from her heart, a piece of "meat" that could kill her!
It was also at that time that Qiao Yimo realized that no matter how strong his thoughts, how brave and fearless a heart is, how vulnerable he is when faced with the persecution of someone stronger than himself.

Even, at this time, self-righteous bravery will only bring him greater pain and despair!
The panic and helplessness in Qiao Yimo's eyes and the mist in her eyes, together with the light, are fading from her eyes inch by inch.

The skin touched by the palm of his hand felt slightly cold in an instant.

A drop of transparent pearl that seemed to have frozen into ice slipped from the corner of Qiao Yimo's eye and sank into her ink-like hair.

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingxun with the extreme indifference in her eyes that made Mu Qingxun feel suffocated when she thought of it for so many years.

Mu Qingxuan clenched his fists tightly, and there was an uncontrollable low hissing sound from the depth of his throat. He stared at Qiao Yimo's eyes, which slowly turned blood red, and the red was covered with transparency.

In the air, there is a death-like cold air.

After a long time, Mu Qingxun's stiff body turned and got out of bed, like a walking dead with no soul and no warmth, she stepped into the bathroom step by step.

The moment the bathroom door was closed, Qiao Yimo closed his eyes, treated himself like a puppet, and threw himself into the darkness at will.

……

Qiao Yimo was awakened by the weight that fell on him suddenly.

The moment he opened his eyes, a flushed face filled his pupils.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

"Little Momo, are you awake?"

There was a little shyness in Jing Yao's extremely warm and oily voice.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, so as not to be overwhelmed by the little guy.

"Little Momo, we will be a family from now on, and I will be responsible for you." Jing Yao pursed his lips and whispered sweetly.

"?"

Seeing Qiao Yimo looking at him in confusion, Jing Yao poked a chubby finger on the side of the bed hintingly.

Qiao Yimo glanced at his fingers, blinked, but didn't understand.

"How stupid!"

Jing Yao threw his head into Qiao Yimo's neck, and his small breath was hot on Qiao Yimo's neck, with a mouthful of water in his mouth, Gu Lun said, "We all slept together last night."

Qiao Yimo was taken aback, and three black lines slid down from his forehead.

……

Since waking up in the morning, Jing Yao has been in a state of inexplicable excitement, obviously he can wear clothes, but insists on pestering Qiao Yimo to wear them for him.

Qiao Yimo took great pains to put it on for him, and was about to lead him to the bathroom to wash up, when his eyes fell on the closed door of the bathroom, Qiao Yimo hesitated.

She knew that Mu Qingxun went to the bathroom last night...

As for whether she came out or not, she didn't know.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yimo let go of Jing Yao's hand and said to him, "Go out first and see if your father is awake, I'll come out right away."

"Little Momo, I haven't washed my face yet."

Jing Yao said.

"...I know, wash it later."

Jing Yao pursed his lips, reluctantly, "Okay."

Seeing Jing Yao go out, and still not forgetting to close the door for her, Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched slightly.

……

Qiao Yimo unscrewed the door of the bathroom, and scanned the bathroom, but did not see Mu Qingxun.

Joey frowned.

Did it go out?
Standing at the door for a few seconds, Qiao Yimo exhaled, thinking that he had to wash up, and walked in.

It's just that she hasn't waited for her to walk to the sink.

With a bang, the door suddenly closed behind her.

Qiao Yimo shrank her shoulders in shock, and turned her head to look back in a little panic.

When he saw the man standing in front of the door, staring at him with dark eyes, Qiao Yimo was really frightened. He took several small steps back with his feet until his back was pressed against the sink, and there was no way to retreat.

(End of this chapter)