Chapter 391 (1/2)

Mu Xiaoqi laughed: ”I don't want you. I'm just busy.”

”Oh ~ are you at home alone?”

Mu Xiaoqi is a kid with a lot of spirit.

”Yes, I'm at home alone.” She turned the camera to the other side and showed him around.

I feel that her son is just like the Discipline Inspection Commission coming to inspect.

”Why? Isn't my father here? ”

Mu Anqi is very sweaty. If he had been earlier, he would have seen him. Now, if he wanted to send a video with her, it would be fake. If he wanted to check her, it would be true, little devil.

”No, he's busy, too. Well, it's late. You can sleep well. Remember to take cold medicine. The teacher said that you should have two more days' rest at home. You won't have to go to kindergarten tomorrow, and you have to listen to grandma. ”

”I see, Mommy. Good night, Mommy!”

”Good night, huh!”

Hang up the video, she stood up and stretched. Her mobile phone rang and opened to see that it was a short message. Leng Lingtian sent it to her and asked her what she was doing. In just five words, she was deeply missing.

After thinking for a while, she replied: she drew some things by the way while sorting out the photos taken today.

She put down her cell phone and went to one side to make a cup of coffee for herself. She stood in front of the window with the coffee in her hand. The night wind was slowly blowing, but it was not cool. It was hot and humid.

The cell phone rang again: show it to me tomorrow.

Well, yes, you can go to bed early.

She put the mobile phone into her pocket after sending it. The mobile phone didn't vibrate any more. She thought Leng Lingtian should be busy or have a rest, so she didn't think any more. She returned to the table with coffee and continued to finish the unfinished painting, but she was not satisfied with several paintings, and finally threw them away. She was not in a good mood.

A lot of paper balls have been lost on the ground, which she was dissatisfied with after painting. She always felt that there was something missing, which was not so good.

It is said that creative people are easy to kill brain cells. It seems that this is true at all.

The mobile phone rings again. She thinks it's Leng Lingtian again, but when she opens it, she finds it's a strange text message.

”Do you want to know why there was a big fire? Want to know why you don't have the memory of nine? If you want to, please return the information. ”

She stares at the text message, hoping to see the person who sent it through the screen of her mobile phone.

Who is this person and why do you want to send such a text message to her? How did he know about her? Did he keep watching her in the dark?

At the thought of this, she had a creepy feeling that the temperature of her whole body had dropped several degrees.

She instinctively looked out of the window for several times, but it was dark outside. She didn't see anything, let alone people. There wasn't even a bird in the air.

But the feeling of being peeped is so strong, he clearly understands her every move, knows her many secrets, but she doesn't know who this person is, doesn't know where he is hiding, that kind of being seen through, but doesn't know who other people are, the feeling of flustered is really uncomfortable.

Just as she was about to collapse, her cell phone rang again.

”Are you afraid? Are you looking for me? Don't look. You can't find me. ”