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It was not too early when Yan Muqi arrived at the old house.The servants hired by the family had already rested, Yan's mother was sitting on the sofa, and Yan's father went to the study early to read.

The TV at home was on, but Yan's mother was not paying attention to the TV in front of her at all. She held up the photo in her hand and looked at it tirelessly.

"mom."

Yan Muqi's sudden utterance made Yan's mother hurriedly put away the photo in her hand, and pressed the corners of her eyes.

"Why are you back again? It's so late. Fang Muchu is not afraid of anything happening at home alone with the child." The relationship between Yan's mother and them gradually eased a lot.

Yan Muqi sat on the small sofa next to Yan's mother, took out a cigarette, put it in his hand and thought about it, but still didn't light it up: "I called back and said I would come here tonight. Mom, I have something to ask you."

Yan's mother took a look at Yan Muqi, not understanding what he had to say.Seeing that Yan Muqi didn't keep his eyes on her all the time, he picked up the photo in his hand and put it into the open iron box on the coffee table without haste.

Unexpectedly, Yan Muqi took it halfway before putting it in.I wanted to grab those photos with all my strength, but I was afraid of damaging the photos, so Yan's mother had no choice but to let Yan Muqi take the photos.

On the photo is a cute child who looks only a few months old, smiling at the camera and drooling.

At the beginning of this month, Wen Jingcheng sent back a lot of photos.Every time I send back a lot of photos of my children, only one of my photos is a photo with my children.

Yan Muqi's hand holding the photo trembled a little. He looked at the people in the photo in disbelief, almost wanting to see a hole in the photo.

"Wen Jingcheng is still alive, isn't he?" Yan Muqi suddenly stood up, looking at Yan's mother and shouting like crazy.

Yan's mother took the photo in his hand, and patted the non-existent ash on it distressedly: "Don't ruin my baby's photo."

Seeing that Yan's mother was unwilling to answer her question about Wen Jingcheng directly, Yan Muqi got excited and swept the photo that Yan's mother kept as a treasure to the ground along with the iron box.

"You wicked son! What are you going to do!" Yan's mother looked at the photos of her precious grandson scattered on the ground, and she would feel distressed for a long time even if she accidentally dropped them on the ground, but now she was swept to the ground like this.

"Let me tell you, is Wen Jingcheng still alive?" Yan Muqi's eyes were wide open, and even the red blood was clearly visible in the white of the eyes.

Yan's mother frowned and looked at Yan Muqi's appearance, and suddenly felt that her son was very funny.

"Why should I tell you?"

"..."

"Are you going to get Jing Cheng back? Find it and continue to hurt him?"

When Yan Muqi heard his mother's rhetorical question, he subconsciously retorted: "No..."

"Yan Muqi, I beg you as a mother, don't hurt Jing Cheng anymore. If you can't guarantee the best life for him, can you stop bothering him. Get him back What's the use of it, you forced him away at the beginning, you forced him to leave the house alone with a big belly, are you looking for him now to continue playing with him?"

"No, no, I want to treat him well..."

When Yan's mother heard Yan Muqi's words, she laughed suddenly: "How do you treat him well? Can you make up for the damage you did to him before? Yan Muqi, before you think clearly, I hope you Don't disturb Jing Cheng's peaceful and happy life now. Don't think that you will not be able to live without anyone. Without Jing Cheng, you will only live a much better life than before. You are not worthy of being a husband, let alone a father. "

Yan's mother squatted on the ground, and carefully picked up the photo that Yan Muqi swept down on the ground: "It's been a long time since he smiled so happily, Yan Muqi, don't break him again."

Yan Muqi was nailed in place by his mother's words, every word was Ling Chi to him, and every word dug out what he saw at Wen Jingcheng's back then.

"You could be a successful businessman and a good boss."

"However, you are an unqualified husband and an unqualified father."

"It's even more of an unqualified child. Look at what you've got now."

"You made your own parents not want to see you. Yan Muqi, take a good look at yourself. When you figure it out and know what Wen Jingcheng needs, you can go to him again."

"Don't stand there, it's getting late, go back to your house, don't leave Mu Chu alone at home."

If that's the case, why don't you let him go?

His mother's words, as well as what Qin Ling had said to him back then, echoed in Yan Muqi's mind.

"What I did...was it really that excessive?"