Mu Xiaoyun came back to his senses because of Li Aiqing's crying, before he could comfort him, his cell phone rang again.After he left in Mu Youbiao's car, the phone would ring every so often.

Without exception, the calls were from Mu Youcheng.

A 13-year-old child in an ordinary family did not have a mobile phone in 2002, so Mu Xiaoyun was an exception.

Mu Xiaoyun looked at the incoming call, frowned, then took out a few tissues and stuffed them into Li Aiqing's hands, saying, "Mom, I'm going to answer the call."

Mu Xiaoyun avoided Li Aiqing's call. He could think of the reason for Mu Youcheng's call. He didn't want Li Aiqing to know that he was driving Mu Youbiao's car all the way back at high speed.Some things are too much trouble to explain.

"Dad." Walking to the door of the ward, Mu Xiaoyun leaned against the wall. At the age of 13, with a height of more than 160 centimeters, Mu Xiaoyun's figure is very slender, coupled with the soul of a mature man, the lazy posture leaning against the wall has an indescribable elegance.

The clear and indifferent youthful voice did not attract Mu Youcheng's attention. As soon as the call was connected, his concern came out from the microphone: "Xiao Yun, your second uncle said that you drove his car away. What's going on? Why aren't you answering the phone? Where are you now?"

Mu Xiaoyun took the phone away.He knew his father's character well.He is not a bad person, but his ears are a little soft.But the father and mother caused such a result, Mu Xiaoyun, as a son, couldn't say whose fault it was.A third party appears in a family, and neither men nor women can escape responsibility.However, people's hearts are biased, he will not allow, at least in this life, he will not allow anyone to bully his mother like in the previous life.

Even if that person is his grandparents, uncles and aunts, or his father, he doesn't allow it.

"I'm in the hospital now." Facing a series of questions from Mu Youcheng, Mu Xiaoyun answered with the best reasons.

"In the hospital? What's going on?" Mu Youcheng's nervous but steady voice was a little unstable now.For Mu Xiaoyun, Mu Youcheng loved, even felt guilty.And in the near future, Mu Xiaoyun took advantage of Mu Youcheng's guilt to repay Yao Jingjing's mother and son well.

"I'm fine, it's my mother in the hospital. I didn't answer my home calls this afternoon, and my mother's phone was turned off. I was very worried, so...so I called the police." Having said that, Mu Xiaoyun paused After a while, he successfully heard Mu Youcheng's breathing suddenly increased because of the word "call the police." The police took my mother to the hospital, and the doctor said that my mother committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills."

"what?"

"But dad, don't worry, we've been rescued now." The corners of his mouth curled up into a playful smile, his gloomy eyes shot out sharp holes like arrows, but no one could see them. The 13-year-old Mu Xiaoyun is very handsome. His height is inherited from Mu Youcheng, but his appearance is very similar to that of Li Aiqing when he was young, very delicate. "Dad, do you want to see my mother?"

Between the lines, Mu Xiaoyun spoke very slowly.Word by word, his clear enunciation can confuse people's nerves.Mu Youcheng didn't answer right away, but Mu Youcheng's hesitation for a few seconds made Mu Xiaoyun's hatred for this father suddenly rise.He spoke unhurriedly, with the unique fragility of a 13-year-old child, he said: "Dad, if you come, can you stop bringing that vixen over here, I'm afraid my mother won't be able to bear it."

"Xiao Yun, you?"

"Dad, if you don't come, can you ask someone to send me some money, my mother's medical expenses have not been paid yet."

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