Chapter 52 (1/2)

Lingyuan finish saying, do not wait for linglie to open up, hang up the phone!

Because linglie doesn't have to talk.

He's a mute!

It's no need to guess. You can think of it with your toes. It must be Meng Xiaolong who found his father, and what agreement has been reached between his father and Lingyuan. It doesn't matter whether Mu's family can get snow silk. Mu's family values Mu Tianxing's future happiness more.

The whole world is bullying him!

Bullying him is a cripple who can't talk or walk!

Thinking of the dreamy face of Mu Tianxing and the feelings between her and Meng Xiaolong, Ling lie couldn't help but wry smile: ”you only know that one little girl can't fight the four of us, but you didn't think that the whole world is bullying me, including you!”

Last night, Mu Tianxing set an alarm clock with his mobile phone.

She knew that today was linglie's mother's death day. Generally speaking, she went to the grave in the morning. So she didn't dare to be late.

Get up early and start dressing.

A snow-white dress with long hair like ink and a little skin cream on the face. It's young and beautiful, with fair complexion. It's really unnecessary for Shenma cosmetics.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw that both Zhuoshi and zhuoran were ready.

There is also a bottle of golden champagne on the tea table, which should be taken to the cemetery.

”Morning, Miss mu.”

”Early miss mu.”

Everyone said hello to her, she nodded slightly, looked at the direction of the study subconsciously, and said softly, ”Uncle hasn't come out yet?”

Qushiwen said with a smile, ”four little are in the study.”

Mu Tianxing nodded, walked to the past, even knocked on the door, and directly opened the door.

In everyone's surprised eyes, she suddenly realized that she could be so unbridled in front of linglie?

Think of him is like their own, so they will acquiesce in their unbridled, Mu Tianxing's little face slightly red, not only do not convergence, but also think more unbridled, in order to contrast his special to her.

”Uncle.”

She saw him in a wheelchair, staring at the French windows.

There is no light in the study, only the soft sunshine in the early morning is reflected through the floor to ceiling window, shaking down the ground of fine gold.

She stepped forward, smelled the coffee aroma in the air and smiled, ”it's the taste of latte!”

He didn't move or speak. He was full of danger of strangers not entering.

But she's really not afraid.

Step forward, whether he wants to or not, and directly turn his wheelchair around and walk towards the outside: ”take a bath, change clothes, we should start!”

Linglie squints her eyes, some don't understand her.

She then said, ”is the cemetery far from here? If it's too far, let's go first, and buy breakfast on the way. Don't delay your time. I was in Qingcheng when I was a child, and every time I visited my ancestors' tombs, I finished before noon. ”

He was silent and allowed her to push herself into the living room, then suddenly raised her hand.

She paused: ”uncle?”

Linglie looked at Zhuoshi with reproach in her eyes.

Zhuoshi hurried forward and took over the wheelchair from Mu Tianxing: ”Miss mu, let me come!”

Mu Tianxing is a little nervous. He goes around linglie's face and looks at him: ”what's the matter?”

Finally, he raised his eyelids, as if giving her a look, took out the pen and paper from the interlayer of the wheelchair on his side, wrote down a word, and handed it to Zhuo ran.

Zhuo ran took over and looked at the word.

Points.