Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 593
"Why do you look angrier than me?"

Some distance away from Hu's house, Mu Zhanchen looked at him with amused concern.

"Sitting at the same table with a fool, I have a little indigestion."

Caring little face is tight.

Mu Zhanchen turned his gaze back to concentrate on driving.

After a while, Qing Juan's eyes were serious, and he said softly, "Young girl, please stop swearing."

"..."

Hey!
Who is she angry about?
Don't you just call me a fool?

Could it be that Hu Ying's 24K pure idiot is dangling in front of her eyes, and she is not allowed to curse?

Seeing the little girl is even more angry.

Mu Zhanchen didn't speak any more.

It's just that the corners of the mouth unconsciously evoked a pleasant arc.

Joy is like a flower that blooms in the heart.

One, two...

Until it overflowed from the chest cavity and turned into a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of the brows and eyes.

The feeling of being cared about.

Like sugar juice in your mouth.

The tip of the tongue is lightly pressed, and the sweetness in the mouth is open.

Caring looked at the shops outside the car window.

It was cooler than usual, and many shops were not open yet.

The road is not as congested as usual, and the road is unimpeded.

The phone ringing interrupted her contemplation.

He took it out and looked at the string of numbers on the caller ID, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pressed to answer.

A moment later, a hint of indifference appeared on the fine eyebrows and eyes.

There was a sneer on his lips, "Don't interfere, just follow. Leave someone to guard the store and find a chance to get my things back first."

After only a few brief instructions, he hung up the phone.

Mu Zhanchen tilted his head to look concerned, "What happened?"

"Master Xu was taken away yesterday."

Caring and narrowing his eyes, he stared at his manicured nails.

Mu Zhanchen frowned, and quickly judged the other party's purpose, "Is it because of the bead sent over yesterday?"

He didn't know, he cared when someone was sent.

"Ah."

Caring responded lightly, leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes.

It seems that he does not intend to continue to say anything.

"Then shall we go home now or where?"

Seeing that she didn't plan to say more, Mu Zhanchen slowed down the car and asked.

"Go home first."

Hearing Mu Zhanchen's words to go home, Guan Guan felt that his mood seemed to be much better.

At this time, there is nothing to be done by following, but it is easy to scare the snake.

It's better to go back and wait for the news.

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South City,

Mu Ziyang finally met He Zhimei as he wished.

In just a few months, he almost didn't recognize the woman in front of him.

Her face was haggard, and her long hair, which was always smooth and beautiful, was cut into short hair that reached the ears.

But he didn't look capable, and he seemed more and more listless.

There are many white hairs in the short hair.

The whole person seems to be 20 years older.

The small prison clothes were empty on his body.

Both hands were handcuffed together.

Even when she saw Mu Ziyang, her eyes were filled with stagnant water.

It didn't seem to arouse her any interest.

Go to the glass and sit down.

Mu Ziyang picked up the microphone.

She didn't mean to pick it up.

As if come over, just take a break.

Not to see his son.

Mu Ziyang began to suspect that her father said that she was clamoring to see him, and even committed suicide because of it.

Is it real.

"mom."

Mu Ziyang's throat was severely congested.

This woman, no matter how many things she did wrong.

Nothing can erase the love I had for him.

No matter how much resentment and incomprehension he has, it can't change the fact that she is his mother.

The glass is soundproof.

He Zhimei didn't hear his voice, but saw his mouth shape.

In the eyes that were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, ripples appeared and gradually gathered light.

Not strong, like a firefly in the sun.

She raised her hands up.

Because of the handcuffs, I had to lift it with both hands.

He picked up the microphone and put it to his ear with difficulty.

With a pair of eyes fixed on Mu Ziyang, he didn't rush to speak.

Mu Ziyang was frightened by her gaze.

Enduring the discomfort in my heart, I called again, "Mom."

The corners of He Zhi's eyebrows and mouth moved, and a smile appeared.

That smile didn't seem like happiness, but more like sarcasm, "Do you still recognize me as a mother?"

Her voice is no longer domineering and gentle.

It sounds rough and hoarse.

"I heard that you committed suicide in order to see me."

Mu Ziyang was stung by this voice and almost shed tears.

His voice was muffled.

He couldn't face such a mother.

His mother is proud, but also gentle.

But alone, he shouldn't be so depressed, like an old man on the verge of death.

"Yes."

He Zhimei suddenly smiled.

On the wrinkled old face, some ugly creases were squeezed out.

She looked straight at Mu Ziyang, "I want you to find a way to bail me out from here. My dear son, are you willing?"

Mu Ziyang felt panicked.

He Zhimei looked like crazy.

Does he dare?
He was afraid that if he was released on bail today, He Zhimei would take the bomb and go to Mu Zhai to die with him tomorrow.

Dad and Aunt Lin are still at home.

Grandpa doesn't plan to travel anymore for the time being.

He can sympathize with He Zhimei, but he must not use the lives of other relatives to sympathize.

Not much speculation.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, you should serve your sentence well and strive for early release. When you get out of prison, I may already be working, and I will give you a pension."

He suddenly felt that there was no need to tell her about his father and Aunt Lin.

Seeing He Zhimei like this made him uncomfortable.

But there is also a kind of relief.

He Zhimei is his mother, and this will never change.

No matter how paranoid she becomes.

But he won't indulge her blindly.

Filial piety does not mean stupid filial piety.

"Bastard! I have worked so hard to raise my son for 18 years, and this is how he treats me? Mu Ziyang, have you..."

Seeing the disappointment in Mu Ziyang's eyes, He Zhimei suddenly became irritable.

Mu Ziyang put down the receiver and blocked all the violent voices behind the glass.

Looking sadly at the crazy woman behind the glass window.

He Zhimei was furious and stood up from the chair angrily.

Opening and closing her mouth, she released her anger at his son.

The prison guard guarding behind her stepped forward, pressed her shoulders from left to right, and forcibly took her away.

Mu Ziyang didn't leave in a hurry, he just stood there and watched quietly.

Once cold, but it was difficult to hide the innocent eyes, which were occupied by strong sadness.

He watched his mother bark like a madman.

Watching her being taken away by the shoulders.

Watching her change her attitude, she turned her head and struggled, and looked at him pleadingly.

There should be some soft words begging for mercy in his mouth.

until no one can be seen.

Only then did Mu Ziyang walk out of the prison with heavy steps.

Outside the prison, Mu Mingyuan stood beside the car.

Seeing him come out, she couldn't hide her worry.

Years later the air is still cold.

Even the sun hanging in the sky is just for lighting.

There is not much warmth when it shines on the body.

However, Mu Ziyang felt that his frozen blood seemed to be warming up gradually.

Flow slowly resumed.

The person who looked at him with concern was his father.

(End of this chapter)