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Chapter 258 It Hurts You to Death

When Mu Qingcheng saw Qin Xianyu's message, she was stunned for half a second, then she crawled to open the door.

Why do we say rolling and crawling?

Because Uncle Mu was really anxious and he was wearing plush slippers, he accidentally fell down.

Or the kind that is lying on its back.

Someone outside the door heard the noise inside and his face twitched.

So Uncle Mu opened the door while rubbing his buttocks which were broken into eight pieces.

Looking at Xianyu, who was standing outside the door with Xiao Ming hanging around his neck and Xiao Qi in his arms, and whose face had obviously darkened, Mu Qingcheng smiled awkwardly, feeling the death gazes from the father and daughter.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm used to it..."

Mu Qingcheng always locked the door every time she returned to live in the mountain town.

Qin Chuyu didn't say anything to her, but just sighed slightly, then put Xiaoqi and Xiaoming down and handed her an insulated box.

"What is this?" Mu Qingcheng took the insulated box and asked.

"Pork offal porridge with pig blood added."

Qin Chuyu said calmly: "I'm going to go out for a while. Since you're here, please help me look after Xiaoqi and the others. Their aunt will be free tomorrow."

After saying that, Qin Chuyu turned around and left.

Mu Qingcheng looked at the insulated box in her hand for a long while, then suddenly remembered the purpose of her coming here this time, and chased after him directly:

"and many more!"

“Salted fish!”

Qin Chuyu, who had just pressed the elevator button, saw Mu Qingcheng chasing after him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I, I, I want to talk to you..."

"May I?"

When facing Qin Xianyu, Mu Qingcheng finally backed down and couldn't say it out loud at the first moment.

Even though the words were at her throat and on the tip of her lips, she couldn't utter them.

It’s not that she didn’t have the courage to admit her mistake, but that she didn’t have the courage to face the result given by Qin Chuyu.

Looking at Mu Qingcheng who lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at her, and avoiding her gaze, Qin Chuyu pursed her lips and asked calmly, "Is it urgent? If not, let's talk about it when I come back. I still have something to deal with."

Mu Qingcheng held the plastic bag tightly in her hand, lowered her head, bit her red lips, and finally did not say anything, but just said:

"Okay... I'll wait for you to come back. We'll talk when you come back."

"Ah."

Ding dong.

The elevator door opened just in time, and Qin Chuyu walked in. Looking at Mu Qingcheng, whose body was trembling slightly outside the elevator door, he lowered his eyes slightly, and a helpless expression appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then the elevator door slowly closed.

Mu Qingcheng stood blankly in front of the elevator door for a long time, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Finally, he returned to the room in a daze, sat limply on the sofa, his eyes were dead, and he stared at the bowl of pork porridge with a dull look.

Even when faced with her favorite pork offal porridge, Mu Qingcheng no longer had the mood to eat it.

He just took a few bites and then gave it to his two daughters.

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Ming, remember to wash your face and brush your teeth after eating. Mom is tired. Go back to the room and rest for a while. Call me if you need anything."

"Oh well."

Xiao Qi watched Mu Qingcheng walk back to the room like a zombie, chewing on her rice sausage. She seemed to have remembered something and said, "Mom, why don't you eat a few more bites? This is what Dad bought especially for you."

"If you don't want to eat, you can eat."

Mu Qingcheng's mood was extremely depressed.

She did not go back to the big room where Xiaoqi and the others lived, but came to the small room where Qin Xianyu usually lived.

She took off her shoes, unbuttoned her coat, curled up in the small quilt, and smelled the familiar scent. After a while, Mu Qingcheng's eyelids closed.

Outside, the rain was still falling and the wind was still blowing.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by a rumble of thunder.

The lightning shone on Mu Qingcheng's body. She curled up in the quilt and hid in the corner. She looked helpless and pitiful.

It's like a piece of land that has no way to reach the harbor in the storm, and there is no reliable harbor to shelter it from the wind and rain.

It was not quiet outside, and Mu Qingcheng, who was sleeping, had not gone anywhere.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he looked sad, and sometimes he seemed about to cry.

Her red lips trembled and opened from time to time, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

A touch of crystal light gradually slid down the delicate cheek along with the trembling body.

Gradually, the rain stopped and the wind died down.

Mu Qingcheng covered her stomach with one hand in her sleep, her whole body curled up like a cooked shrimp, her brows furrowed, and she let out a groan of pain from time to time.

crunch.

The door was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in and sat beside the bed.

A warm big hand gently covered the head of Mu Qingcheng who was groaning in pain.

As a warm and gentle red light gradually lit up, Mu Qingcheng's originally trembling body gradually relaxed.

The frowned brows gradually relaxed.

"Really? Why are you chasing me like that? You don't even have the Two of Hearts with you, and you didn't even eat a few more bites of the pork porridge I brought for you. You must be in so much pain."

"Standing at the door for a long time like a fool, you'll freeze to death."

Qin Chuyu patted Mu Qingcheng's head gently, his tone sounding like anger and helplessness.

Perhaps she sensed that he was by her side, or perhaps she had dreamed about something in her sleep, Mu Qingcheng turned over and rested her head on Qin Chuyu's thigh, and her rapid breathing slowly calmed down.

Qin Chuyu gently stroked Mu Qingcheng's beautiful cheek, his fingertips entwined with her soft hair, closed his eyes, and his slightly tense nerves slowly relaxed at this moment.

Just like they did five years ago, the two of them slept leaning against each other.

A night of silence.

It was already noon when Mu Qingcheng woke up.

A ray of sunshine after a storm is always warm.

After being exposed to the warm sunlight for a while, Mu Qingcheng slowly woke up.

"Well, I slept so comfortably..."

"Huh? Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?"

Mu Qingcheng rubbed her belly, a little surprised.

She knew that she had a stomachache last night, but she was haunted by nightmares and it was as if someone had sewn her eyes together with needle and thread, and she couldn't open them.

But later, those nightmares inexplicably disappeared, and were replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling.

Mu Qingcheng touched her cold mobile phone from the bedside, took a look, and saw that it was already 11:30 in the afternoon.

The phone also showed a series of unanswered calls.

However, Mu Qingcheng was not in a panic. She directly sent a WeChat message and asked someone to go to work for her.

Someone: Embarrassing!

Putting on her coat and fluffy slippers, Mu Qingcheng walked out of the room.

"Morning, Mom."

"Mom, morning."

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Ming, good morning."

Seeing her two daughters, Mu Qingcheng smiled gently and greeted them.

"Where's Dad? Is he back?"

Xiao Ming stuffed a kumquat in his mouth and said, "I'm back, but my dad went out early in the morning."

"Oh, by the way, Dad asked me to tell you, when you wake up, remember to take the medicine on the table and drink the bowl of soup in the clay pot in the kitchen."