Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Chapter 1020 Why is it you?

Feeling the warmth coming from his back and pulling on his windbreaker, Lin Yiran subconsciously raised his head: "Brother Qingmo..."

"Um."

Mu Qingmo raised his eyebrows, "I'm here."

"nothing."

Muttering softly, Lin Yiran murmured: "I just wanted to call you."

With a chuckle, Mu Qingmo deliberately teased her: "What, are you kidding me?"

The light was slightly dim, and Lin still couldn't see Mu Qingmo's expression clearly.

Thinking that he was really angry, Lin Yiran shook his head quickly: "No... no."

"Just kidding."

Raising his hand to move Lin's hair that was still stuck to her face, Mu Qingmo pulled her up.

"Okay, don't cry, I'm almost a little cat."

With that said, Mu Qingmo took out his handkerchief.

"Wipe your tears and I'll take you back."

"Um."

Nodding, Lin still clutched the handkerchief given by Mu Qingmo and followed Mu Qingmo slowly.

Knowing that Lin Yiran was in a bad mood, Mu Qingmo didn't say anything and slowed down.

On the way back, neither of them spoke.

But that was fine. Originally, Lin would still be worried about what Mu Qingmo would ask, and he would still have to work hard to lie.

Arriving at the door of the apartment, Lin still opened the car door.

What they didn't know was that the excitement in the apartment next door was watching them both.

"Brother Qingmo."

After shouting, Lin still held Mu Qingmo's windbreaker and whispered: "I'll return the clothes and handkerchief to you after I wash them. I'm sorry."

"fine."

Mu Qingmo raised his chin: "Go in, I'll watch you go in."

"good."

Nodding, Lin Yiran seemed to remember something, "Brother Qingmo, what happened at my dad's place today..."

"Know."

Mu Qingmo raised his eyebrows: "Our secret will not be told to Nan Sheng, don't worry."

"good."

Nodding, Lin Yiran waved: "Goodbye, Brother Qingmo."

"Well, let's go in."

Without saying anything else, Lin entered the apartment anyway.

Mu Qingmo didn't drive away until the lights on her floor were turned on.

Hearing the sound of the car leaving, Lin Yiran carefully put up Mu Qingmo's windbreaker on a hanger.

Raising his hand and touching it, Lin Yiran dragged his tired body to the balcony.

The evening breeze blew slightly, bringing a bit of coolness. The green radish grows lushly, the leaves sway gently, and it is full of green.

Sitting in the rocking chair, Lin Yiran sighed. When he thought of what Lin Changqing said, he felt unworthy for his mother.

The sour feeling came back again, and she put down the phone. Lin still hugged herself tightly, lowered her head and sobbed softly.

No matter how many times she warned herself to be strong and not to be affected by Lin Changqing's words, how old is she now and how strong her self-control and calmness can be?

The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and my crying voice became louder and louder. I didn't even notice the neighbor standing on the balcony next door.

It can only be said that her disappointment in Lin Changqing is getting bigger and bigger now. Today he can let her use sleeping pills in such an obscure way, but tomorrow he will let her do other dirty tricks again.

She felt that in Lin Changqing's heart, she was nothing more than a tool for him to climb up. He had never regarded her as his family.

Lin Yiran didn't dare to tell Mu Qingmo about this.

If he found out, he would be furious, but the situation would be difficult to control.

Just as Lin Yiran was hugging his knees and crying softly, the doorbell rang.

After being stunned for a long time, Lin Yiran wiped his tears casually, stood up and went to open the door.

Feeling confused, Lin Yiran didn't think much and opened the door directly.

"Who?"

With a hint of hoarseness in his voice, Lin Yiran raised his eyes to look at the person.

Noticing the familiar face opposite, Lin Yiran's eyes widened slightly and he took a step back in surprise.

"why you?"