Seeing each other happily: beautiful men can't be provoked

Chapter 412

Seeing Ying Wuxie holding Mu Xiaoxia into the carriage, Mu Xue hugged Xiao Shuyun with a hurt face.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, none of them can bear this child.

If it wasn't for the situation, Mu Xue would rather die than let her daughter enter the palace to be the empress in the face of righteousness.

She has seen and experienced those bastards in the deep palace, isn't it rare?
When Mu Ruoxi and his wife came back from a tryst, they immediately wanted to hug their little granddaughter. When she learned that Mu Xue was an unfilial daughter who "sold her daughter for safety", Ying Ningshuang jumped up angrily and called her an asshole.

It was as if the granddaughter was her own, and the daughter was picked up at random.

Since the two had a granddaughter, 70.00% of the preferences have changed the protagonist.

Mu Ruoxi was calm after hearing the cause and effect, Ying Ningshuang almost killed Mu Xue directly to vent her hatred.

Mu Xue also knew that she should scold, so she listened silently, not daring to contradict even a word.

When Ying Ningshuang got tired of scolding, Mu Xue offered a cup of tea sullenly, "Daddy, put the fire away, there will be children in the future."

Ying Ningshuang gave her a hard roll of the eyes, which made her heart ache faster. "If you really have a little filial piety, bring back that child Mo Yan. Your mother has been fighting for many years, and her bones have long been diseased."

Having said that, Mu Xue knew that her father was just giving herself a step down.

However, what should she do with Mo Yan?

Hate it, think about it carefully, I still can't let go of more.

But how to speak between them?
"Daughter, try." Mu Xue replied, although she knew that she would have to go to the snow-capped mountains, but she didn't expect to be able to save anything.

On the snow-capped mountain, a man in white came out slowly with a tiny medicine pick in his hand.

The same eyes, but a little more cold and tolerant, clear and compassionate, with a mysterious and distant light, reflecting the starry night.

The owner of the eyes was wearing a white coat that was very old and starched, his face was pale and pale, and his body was gone, as if he was suffering from illness.

However, this does not affect his unparalleled demeanor at all.His smile is gentle and warm, like a heavenly man, which makes people hold their breath.

When did he stop wearing blue-gray robes? It turns out that besides blue-gray, he also has clothes of other colors.

Mo Yan was digging for the poor food with difficulty.

Mu Xue looked at his figure with a difficult yet gentle and calm look.

Somehow, the corners of her eyes got wet.

Seeing his gentle expression through the misty tears, her heart fell again at a speed she couldn't think of.

Thinking of his kindness to her at the beginning, she saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart, but she didn't know what to get in return...

A person's feelings should not be concluded because of one incident. Whether he loves her or not is determined by his heart. His willingness to sacrifice his life like that should not be just because of Xi Yan.

Today's Mo Yan is almost no different from ordinary weak men. He who has lost his martial arts is indeed as they said on the snow-capped mountains, and it is almost impossible to survive.

He couldn't even hear her coming. In his impression, he would always find her figure within ten steps.

"A smiling flower

Think about the transformation of the world

In the end it doesn't matter whether you win or lose
day and night ebb and flow
Wealth and nobility are hard to last
This morning's face is older than last night
Put one word wide between eyebrows
look at the scenery of the world

Who doesn't taste the joys and sorrows
Hailiantian can't finish
grievances are difficult to calculate
Yesterday should not be forgotten today..."

Mu Xue sang loudly, this was the song she "pirated" for him back then.

He didn't speak, but slowly, turning his head, he suddenly smiled warmly, and the smile bloomed, and the world seemed to be silently mourning for it, and in an instant, the snow was blowing, and the wind was blowing, welcoming the deadline.

Did she have hallucinations again? Sure enough, she was not far from death. In this way, she would never hate him again.

(End of this chapter)