1280: C1280 You're Allowed to be Sad

C1280 You're Allowed to be Sad

She snorted coldly and was just about to continue speaking when she was warned by Tong Wanzhi, "You want me to bring this matter to your father before you are willing?"

When Gu Shenghua was mentioned, Mu Shirann's face immediately became stiff.

Tong Wanzhi did not give her the slightest chance to reflect this time. She coldly said, "You want to let your father see what you have become now?"

"Or do you want your father to say exactly what he said to you yesterday?"

Every word was like a curse.

Mu Shirann gloomily pursed her lower lip and sat in her seat without saying anything.

Tong Wanzhi did not heave a sigh of relief and looked at Mu Shinian with a fleeting gaze.

Mu Shinian sat on the sofa and her expression was the same. There was no disappointment, no disappointment, and not even the slightest reaction.

Tong Wanzhi did not know why but she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss.

Mu Shinian seemed to have really walked further and further with her.

She only remembered this mother-daughter relationship.

Mu Shinian seemed to know what she was thinking and pulled her lips. She said. : "It's fine. I won't take it to heart. I won't remember either. I won't let Bo Qian do anything to the Gu family either. If there really is something going on, I won't let anyone else do it. This doesn't conform to my usual style."

"So, you can be at ease. Bo Qian will never lay his hands on the Gu family because of these things. You can be at ease."

Mu Shinian's words directly revealed their motives for coming.

An awkward expression flashed across Tong's face as he held the branch.

She pulled her lips and looked at her with embarrassment.

Mu Shinian's smile did not change.

She was not a person who loved to smile.

If she was left alone, she would not be able to smile for a day.

Thus, as time passed, her personality became fainter.

Her relationship with others became more and more distant.

"Don't worry."

These three words were a promise, and also a promise.

However, there was no disappointment.

Gu Shenghua had instructed Mu Shinian to make a promise and not blame the Gu family for Mu Shirann's mistakes.

This was the only reason she had come.

Now, everyone had pointed it out.

Tong Wanzhi felt that she had really lost all her face.

"If you have anything in the future, you can tell me directly." Mu Shinian stared at those bags and started to laugh, "You are still my mother. Say something to me. You need to prepare some gifts to tell me something... This is only when you treat outsiders. I should not be considered an outsider to you. So, there is no need for gifts. "

..." "

Tong Wanzhi looked at her. Her mouth moved a few times but she still closed it. In the end, she could not help but ask, "Is Bo Qian good to you?"0

"Very good."

Mu Shinian said,, "I am very happy to be with him."

She was happy from the bottom of her heart.

Someone would remind her not to drink cold water.

She would get up early and drink a cup of plain water.

She did not want to stay up late at night.

He had to put on more clothes when he was cold.

After washing your hair and blowing it dry, you can go to sleep.

...

...

A lot of small things.

He would repeat them.

When she heard this, she actually didn't feel annoyed at all.

Because she knew that Bo Qian was doing it for her own good.

Tong Wanzhi looked at her daughter.

For a moment, she could not tell whether this was the truth or a lie.

"Alright, I am relieved that he treats you well." Tong Wanzhi smiled bitterly and said, "Shinian, forgive mother. There are many aspects."

"Okay."

Mu Shirann still wanted to speak but was pulled away by Tong Wanzhi.

Mu Shinian closed the door and stared at the few bags on the sofa. She could not turn her gaze away.

She was almost 18 years old.

She was almost an adult.

The world of adults could hurt the spring and the autumn.

Only children were suited to be carefree.

Then she should be sad.

Otherwise, it did not conform to the mentality that she should have at her age.

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