The infatuated president lives up to his addiction to spoiling his wife

Yin Susu didn't go far, she wanted to leave quickly, even though Uncle Ma chased her mother back, she didn't plan to meet her, but her heart softened.

She just stayed where she was, in a daze.

Lu Lan left when she couldn't run, and she had to crawl to see her daughter.

God finally opened his eyes!

The distance between Yin Susu and Lu Lan is getting closer and closer, so close that they can see each other's figure clearly.

Lulan was hysterical, and shouted "Susu" with all his might.

At the moment when she saw her mother, Yin Susu's tears were like broken pearls, falling one by one without end.

mom.

mom.

But for some reason, Yin Susu didn't take the initiative to step forward.

"Su Su!"

Lu Lan flew to hug her daughter, hugged her and cried, "My Susu."

The child really appeared in front of her, not a dream, not a dream.

"You child, you've already arrived at the door, why don't you go in?" Lu Lan looked at Yin Susu with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, Yin Susu's clothes were simple, and she couldn't tell whether she was doing well or not.

The long pink dress wrapped her slender waist, and the shoes under her feet were even simpler, a pair of short high heels with no discernible brand.

Yin Susu didn't have a backpack, and besides a bunch of car keys, she had nothing else in her hand.

Lu Lan's heart is dying of pain, is the little girl having a bad time?

"Susu, you've lost weight, child, you've lost weight!"

How can you be so thin?It wasn't like this when she just returned to China two years ago!

At this moment, Lu Lan, like all mothers in the world, is concerned about the life and diet of the child.

"Susu, did you not eat well?"

It's strange that Yin Susu didn't even hug her mother, other than shed tears, let alone answer her mother's questions.

"Are you still blaming mom?" Lu Lan's nose was so sore that he finally gritted his teeth and said it.

"Mother."

"Mother."

Yin Susu finally shouted those two words with difficulty, those two words that she was not allowed to call for almost ten years, provided that person existed.

She didn't dare to expect too much, just being able to call Lu Lan "Mom" was enough.

"Hey, Susu." Lu Lan responded.

She hadn't heard her younger daughter call her that for almost a year.

Lu Lan's hand stroked Yin Susu's brow. Somehow, the optimistic and cheerful little daughter learned to frown. She was eager to help Susu smooth it.

Seeing the sad expression between her daughter's brows, Lu Lan felt very sad.

It was she who was useless and caused the child to suffer.

"Son, go home, go home, mom has a lot of things she wants to talk to you about."

Lu Lan grabbed Yin Susu's wrist, not knowing whether it was too much strength or something, Yin Susu cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Lu Lan looked nervous.

The palm holding her daughter was released instantly, and when she saw the scar on Yin Susu's wrist, Lu Lan's tears fell again in an instant.

This is an old wound!

The bruise on the wrist hadn't faded yet, leaving lighter traces.

What happened to Susu?

"Susu, tell mom," Lu Lan wiped away tears, "Did he treat you badly? Did that man treat you badly?"

Besides, there was nothing she could do.

"No."

Yin Susu refused to mention Ling Jinyan. Wasn't her mother also afraid of that man to death?

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow." lulan covered his mouth and cried out, it was their obsession that killed their daughter.

"I'm really fine."

Yin Susu's eyes were slightly red, and she said her comforting words for the first time in more than a year, although they were very blunt, but she barely listened to them.

"Susu, go home, stay at home for a while, my mother will cook for you your favorite dish when you were young."

Lu Lan pulled Yin Susu's wrist more carefully.

Favorite dish?

Does mom remember her favorite food?

But Yin Susu didn't dare to think too much, she was afraid that the greater her expectation, the greater her disappointment.