This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 579 Hope, everything goes well!

  Ling Zihuan's petite body was hugged by Qiao Mu, with his head on his shoulders.

  Worrying about his injury, she couldn’t help but stood on her toes, trying to make the posture he leans on more comfortable: "Second Uncle? Second Uncle, are you okay?"

  Qiao Mu’s forehead leaned against her thin shoulders, sighed tremblingly, raised his hand to touch her heart, and said weakly: "It's okay, cough cough cough, good, don't worry."

  Yan Shiqi, Wen Cheng, Mu Yi: "..."

  It's a shame not to be an actor!

  How could Ling Zihuan's immature mind understand the twists and turns in Qiao Mu's heart.

  After a long time of quarreling, and also arguing for a long time, the fact that I was going to be sent away still can't be changed.

  The little girl stood on tiptoe, her thin arms supported Qiao Mu hard. She blinked her hot eyes, her voice was soft and dumb, "Second Uncle, I can't be obedient!"

  Qiao Mu's heart is particularly uncomfortable.

  He tightened his palms, grasped fiercely, and closed his eyes to force down the surging emotions under his eyes.

  He kept taking deep breaths, looping his arms to bring Ling Zihuan into the depths of his chest. He stroked her back and coaxed in a deep voice, "Study hard and wait for me."

  In addition to these, he doesn't know what else to say.

  But he thought, as long as all the troubles of Qiao’s family were solved, he would definitely go abroad to find her as soon as possible.

  Be with her, with her, in all her time, engraved with his symbols and imprints.

  Ling Zihuan nodded in his arms and shed a drop of tears. She backed away from each other and stretched out her hand to carefully place his heart, "Second Uncle, then you have to be well and don't get hurt anymore."

   "Well, no more."

  Qiao Mu raised his hand and rubbed her hair, the soft and handsome face was obvious pampering, "Let's go, Second Uncle... I won't give it to you."

  Ling Zihuan nodded with difficulty, glanced at Qiao Mu deeply, turned around and squeezed the corners of his mouth, to sort out his small suitcase.

  She only brought a few pieces of clothing, and after a simple packing, she can set off.

  In Ling Zihuan’s small world, she suddenly hated separation.

  Obviously it was not a major event of life or death, but she felt that the separation from her second uncle stung her heart slightly.

  I don’t know why, at least at this moment she doesn’t understand.

  When Ling Zihuan left the ward, the moment she closed the door, she glanced inward through the crack of the door.

   In her eyes, Qiao Mu stood in front of the window with her back facing her, his hands propped on the edge of the window, his head slightly lowered, his back was still so wide and hidden, she waited for a few seconds, but still did not wait for the second uncle to look back.

  Some grievances, more reluctance, she sighed heavily, pulled her suitcase, followed Yan Shiqi and Wen Cheng's side, and left his world step by step.

  Roughly, the parting emotion is too strong, and the little girl is absent-minded.

  Even after getting in the nanny car and noticing Wen Cheng, after Yan Shiqi’s introduction, she just called out to sister Wen.

  She was full of eyes, and she was the back of her second uncle.

  So that, in the future school days, when she is not accompanied by Qiao Mu, she will always sit on the bay window in a daze, recalling that scene, as if engraved into the bone marrow, how can it be forgotten.

  Ling Zihuan once again set foot on the plane going abroad. At the airport, in the crowded waiting hall, Yan Shiqi stood in place looking at her thin and lonely back, and sighed distressedly.

  I hope everything goes well and I will return as soon as possible!

  Ling Zihuan left full of loss, taking away two people's attachments.

   And Mu Yi watched her leaving figure, a wave of no longer calm was set off in his dark eyes...

  Everyone has their own thoughts, and in the noisy airport, Wu feels the complexity of his heart.

  Not long after, Wen Cheng’s cell phone rang. Lei Ruixiu called...

the end.

  (End of this chapter)