The Growth of the Music Goddess

Chapter 22 Start all over
After hanging up the phone, Nangongmo raised his head and met a pair of deep eyes.

Those eyes are like an endless ocean, unfathomable.

Nangong Mo closed his eyes in fright, and stretched out his hand to cover his little heart.

It took him a while to open his eyes leisurely, and looked at Nangong Yuting who was standing at the top of the stairs with a face of accusation: "Uncle, you are going to scare me to death! You don't even make a sound when you walk?"

Nangong Yuting glanced at him, pursed her thin lips slightly, and said in a cold voice, "What? Did you do something wrong?"

While talking, he walked down the stairs and walked towards the tea room.

Nangong was dumbfounded, subconsciously retorted: "What? Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong!"

After talking about it, Nangong Mo realized that he had put the cart before the horse...

No, what is he doing so excited!

Wouldn't it make more sense?
It's all my uncle's fault!If he hadn't appeared suddenly, he wouldn't have been frightened.

Well, thinking about it this way, Nangong Mo felt much more at ease.

After pouring out the water, Nangong Yuting sat lazily on a group of sofas, elegantly blowing the hot air in the cup, and said casually: "Speak."

Those two words that were so light and fluffy made Nangong Mo tremble with fright.

He immediately corrected his sitting posture, like a good baby, and told everything he did just now.

Of course, he ignored the part about complaining to Quan Jing about his grievances.

For some reason, he always felt that he couldn't tell Uncle about this...

Hearing the news about Quan Jing again, Nangong Yuting's eyes flickered.

During this period of time, he deliberately didn't let himself pay attention to her, just because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and wanted to put her under his wings, protect her, and prevent her from being hurt in the slightest.

But, in that case, she would probably resist.

After all, to her now, he is just a stranger who doesn't know her... that's all.

Moreover, her life has not experienced floating dust like in her previous life.

She is also the jewel in the palm of the Quan family, the young lady who everyone envies.

Thinking of what happened in the past, Nangong Yuting's heart ached as if being pricked by a needle.

Nangong Mo was always paying attention to his uncle, seeing that his face was a little pale at the moment, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle, are you alright?"

Nangong Mo's voice sounded next to his ear, and Nangong Yuting was in a trance for a moment before he came back to his senses.

Looking at the familiar plants and trees in the old house, he realized that everything had returned to the starting point... What he was afraid of hadn't happened yet...

Fortunately, he can start from scratch.

Nangong Mo carefully looked at the man rubbing his forehead, wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't say a word.

How does he feel that after my uncle came back this time, his whole person has changed?

However, no matter how he changes, he is always his uncle.

Nangong Mo struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally found a chance to speak: "Uncle, you really don't need me to call a doctor for you?"

The uncle's face was terrible, he had never seen him like this before.

Nangong Yuting shook his head and refused.

The matter of rebirth was too weird, and it was difficult for him to explain it to others.

If someone else asked, he really couldn't explain it.

In this way, more things are worse than less things.

Fortunately, Nangong Mo is obedient.

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Quan Rin, who witnessed his sister replying to Nangong Mo's message the whole time with his own eyes: "..." Who will tell him how that bastard added his sister's WeChat!

Quan Rin, who was suspicious, frequently looked up at Quan Jing, hesitating to speak.

Quan Jing didn't even raise his head, and his light voice fell into Quan Rin's ears word by word.

She said, "Fat Rin, what are you doing staring at me?"

(End of this chapter)