ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Mu Hui." Mu Anyou called in a cold voice to the figure playing with toys on the bed, with suppressed anger in his voice.

Mu Hui, who was having a lot of fun, raised his head when he heard the sound, with a clear smile on his face: "Mom, are you back?" He was chewing something while talking, with a trace of food hanging on the corner of his lips.

The color of the remaining stains should be chocolate or something like that.

Mu Anyou did not walk over and pick up his son with a chuckle as usual, but his face became more and more ugly, and his voice rose a little higher: "Mu Hui, what did mom tell you before she left?"

At this time, the little man finally saw the anger on his mother's face and pursed his lips slightly, like a child who made a mistake.

"Say." Mu An frowned tightly, her tone undiminished.

Mu Hui pursed his lips: "Mom is not at home, so you can't open the door to strangers."

"Then what did you do? Did you listen to your mother's words?" Mu Anyou felt the fire in his heart rising up, and he couldn't suppress it, and he almost lost his mind.

Mu Hui's eyes were red, his face was aggrieved, and his voice was choked: "But Uncle Zhan is not a stranger."

Mu Anyou's face turned pale with anger. Mu Hui was obviously scared and started crying: "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Seeing her son's tearful face, Mu Anyou felt a pain in her heart. Unable to hide the sourness in her eyes, she turned around and left the house.

Mu Hui behind him cried even louder. He watched her turn around and hurriedly wanted to follow her out. Zhan Aofan held him in his arms and coaxed softly: "Hui Hui, be good, stop crying.

Mom is definitely not angry with Huihui. Uncle Zhan will go out later and ask your mother if there is anything unhappy about her, but Huihui, you can't cry anymore, or your mother will feel distressed, right?"

After repeated coaxing in a low voice, Mu Hui's crying finally turned into sobbing, and finally stopped.

After settling him, Zhan Aofan walked out of the hut and walked towards the slender figure on the drying platform.

Sure enough, Mu Anyou was also crying.

"Is there...something bothering you?" Zhan Aofan thought for a moment and asked tentatively.

Mu Anyou wiped the tears from her face and ignored the voice in her ears.

Zhan Aofan pursed his lips, and then spoke softly: "He is still a child, and he was frightened when you suddenly walked away like this."

"The matter between our mother and son has nothing to do with you." Mu Anyou said coldly before turning and leaving.

But Zhan Aofan grabbed her arm: "You..." He just shouted one word, as if he suddenly thought of something, and immediately changed his words: "Mu... Anyou, I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to come and see Hui

Hui, play with him for a while, he is yours and will not be taken away by anyone." With the difficult title and careful explanation, Zhan Aofan felt that he had never been so humble to a woman in his life.

Mu Anyou's face flashed with embarrassment of having her thoughts revealed. Yes, he guessed it accurately. At that moment, looking at the picture of a loving father and son enjoying themselves, an inexplicable panic flashed through her heart. It seemed like something

Feeling of loss, eager to find an outlet to vent.

"He was originally mine, Zhan Aofan, since you know it so well, what are you doing here!" She said coldly, with a hint of disgust. Yes, she was annoyed that he bothered them so frequently.

The life of mother and son made him look like he was giving charity.

Zhan Aofan held her arm tightly and said slowly: "I can come and see Huihui. This is what you promised before."

Mu Anyou shook her arm fiercely and agreed. If he hadn't threatened to appeal in the first place, would she have compromised?

"Now that you've finished reading, you can leave." Mu Anyou said coldly, took a step forward as if he suddenly remembered something, and then said: "Also, take everything you brought and leave. We don't need you.

of mercy and alms.”

"Do you think I am pitying and giving you alms?" Zhan Aofan spoke in a low voice, his face was a bit colder and his voice was a bit stiff.

"Isn't it?" Mu Anyou asked back, with a thin chill hanging from the corners of his lips, a somewhat mocking arc.

Those eyes and expressions hurt Zhan Aofan's heart. Looking at her face that turned pale with anger, the words stuck in her throat were stuck in her throat.

Mu Anyou walked into the house and threw the donkey-hide gelatin and nutritional powder he brought at the door.

There was also the toy in Mu Hui's hand. Just as he was about to go up and get it, when he saw the aggrieved and fearful look in his son's eyes, his heart softened and he stopped taking action.

"Mom, I'll give this to you too. I won't play with you anymore, okay? Can you not be angry?" Mu Hui walked up to Mu Anyou and tugged on her arm.

Mu Anyou lowered her eyes and looked at the little hand holding her. Although the wound on her wrist had been threaded, it still left a hideous wound. She slowly squatted down, holding a wry smile at the corner of her lips, and hugged her heartily.

He passed his son and whispered: "Did Mom scare you just now?"

Mu Hui nodded aggrievedly. He had never seen his mother behave like this before. She was even angrier than the last time he had a fight with a child.

Mu Anyou sighed and murmured: "Hui Hui, it's my mother's fault. You have to forgive her and don't blame her, okay?"

Mu Hui shook his head quickly: "I don't blame mom, I'm just afraid that mom will abandon Hui Hui."

"How could mom abandon Huihui? You are mom's life." Tears blurred her vision, and Mu Anyou hugged her son tightly.

After a while, his mood recovered a little, Mu Anyou took the paper bag thrown aside and took out the curry rice inside.

"Hui Hui, are you hungry? Mom bought your favorite curry rice."

After all, he is a child. As soon as he heard that there was delicious food and that his mother bought it, all the bad moods disappeared. His eyes lit up when he smelled the aroma of the rice bowl.

Mu Anyou looked at his son who was easily satisfied, and couldn't tell whether he was moved or sad. Various emotions were mixed in his chest, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhan Aofan did not leave, but stood quietly at the door, looking at the mother and son inside through the half-open door, and heard sounds reaching his ears from time to time.

"Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious. Mom will also take a bite."

"Mom doesn't like to eat, Hui Hui, hurry up and finish it. Mom also bought you new clothes."

…

Zhan Aofan watched as she took the empty lunch box from her son's hand and threw it into the trash can. Then she took out a set of clothes and sneakers from another unmarked paper bag and put them on Mu Hui, who looked happy and satisfied.

...And the clothes she wore were too ordinary, a T-shirt and cropped pants, which had lost some of their original color after being washed. She didn't know how long she had worn them. Fortunately, she had a good figure and was not too shabby.

Zhan Aofan clenched his hands tightly in his trouser pockets and suddenly realized that since the first time he saw her, apart from work clothes, she had never worn a second set of clothes.

He knew that her life was not very good, raising her children alone and working hard to support her family, but he never thought that it was so bad...

A simple rented house in Zhongyuan District, cheap clothes, a distant and indifferent temperament, reluctant to eat more vegetables, slightly rough hands, skilled housework...

It wasn't until this moment that he clearly realized that the charming and charming daughter of an official family back then had been tempered by the bitterness of life. Only now was this woman who was so emaciated from running around for a living...

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——Zhan Aofan, if I hadn’t seen that you still have the intention to repent, I, Chang Mo, would have destroyed you today!

That night, Mozi beat him hard, punch after punch. From beginning to end, he never retorted or fought back.

It's because such a punishment seems too merciful for the mistakes he committed.

Pity? Charity? How could it be? He was just so eager to make amends that he forgot her pride and self-esteem that had not been worn away even by the pressure of life.

I don't know how long it took, but after Mu Anyou coaxed his son to take a nap, he quietly got up, tucked him into a small quilt, and prepared to tidy up the messy house.

Suddenly, she heard a slight noise coming from behind her. She came back to her senses with a start. She blamed herself a little angrily for forgetting to close the door tightly. She looked coldly at the figure who came in and carefully put the things she had thrown out back on the table one by one.

superior.

"Whether you believe it or not, I really haven't given anything to you. You should know your body well. I asked the doctor and they said that anemia is not a big problem and it will be fine after you nurse it back to health. But if you don't pay attention, it will cause other diseases.

, have you ever thought about what Huihui will do if your body collapses? Are you willing to

Do you want him to follow me?" His voice was deliberately lowered and slightly hoarse. Zhan Aofan spoke slowly, his eyes staring at her thoughtful expression. After a moment of silence, he saw that she did not throw it to him again, knowing that she was listening.

After walking in, I breathed a sigh of relief, took another look at the sleeping little man on the bed, and then turned around and left...

Walking out of the alley, Zhan Aofan felt as if something had entered his eyes. It stung uncomfortably, and his chest felt tangled and suffocating. Was the midday sun too poisonous?

Many people gathered around the white Bentley, pointing and talking from time to time, with eyes full of curiosity and envy, and deep greed in their eyes.

Seeing him approaching, everyone turned to look at him and looked at him unscrupulously. One of them was Mu Anyou's landlady. After staring for a long time, she seemed to recognize him and shouted: "

Hey, did Miss Mu bring you back that night..."

Zhan Aofan frowned, not wanting to cause too much trouble to Mu Anyou, so he stepped across the car and walked away. He opened his phone and was about to call the driver to pick him up, but he heard the chatter behind him. He didn't suppress it deliberately, and he didn't

I walked far away, so I heard them all.

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Thank you for your support. After writing this chapter, what do you think is the next fate of Zhan Tongshoe? To torture or not to torture? Uh-huh?