MTL - Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey-Chapter 8 We stumbled and we met again.

In the early morning of the winter, the heavy mist shrouded the earth, and the air was filled with cold and cold chills. It was silky and straight into the bones, which made people unprepared. In the dwarf and depressed residential area, a black figure was white and the ice crystals came over the hair.

Qiao Mu left the bag full of vegetables, and the red and swollen right hand pulled the handle of the unit door. "It's so cold!" The cold feeling from the big iron door made her shudder.

Carefully stepping up the steps, on the right hand side of the second floor, a few bright red characters on the green security door that has been lacquered - debts are paid back!

"Even if you write a hundred times, I have no money to pay you back." I remembered a few days ago, she exposed the scene of a group of people screaming, Jo Mu coveted, there is no emotion in the eyes.

"Get used to it." Qiao Mu looked up and comforted himself. She has been used to it already, isn't she?

Pulling out the key to open the door, Qiao Mu squatted into the kitchen with a vegetable bag, regardless of the coldness of the tap water, picked up the sleeves and began to wash the small vegetables, and the red and swollen little hands shivered slightly. She has to cook quickly and send it to her mother.

No heating fees were paid for the property. Qiao Mu had a hot water bottle at the end of the night, and a hot water bottle in his arms to fall asleep. He was often awake in the middle of the night, freezing his hands and feet.

After half an hour.

Qiao Mu took the rice cooker and carefully poured the steamed millet porridge into the insulated bucket. Then put the small green vegetables and two boiled eggs into the upper layer, add two pieces of scallion cake and cover.

Scrape the millet porridge in the rice cooker and pick up the remaining piece of scallion cake. Part-time three jobs can barely maintain the mother's treatment costs and home, although hard, but Qiao Mu is very satisfied.

After rushing to eat, carry a schoolbag, carry the insulated bucket, go to the hospital with the mother in the morning, and send the book to the customer in the afternoon. Qiao Mu figure walked out of the community and disappeared around the corner. A tall and straight-eyed man in the corner of the car stooped out.

The black long and ankle coat, slender and large hand with buckskin gloves, the men's body is tall and straight, graceful, with a trace of expensive, and the old and broken houses are incompatible.

The man frowned and looked at the dilapidated residential building in front of him. There was no expression on the face of Jun, but the deep-eyed eyes were ups and downs, and the long legs took a step toward the unit door that Joe Mu came out.

Seeing the left side of the line, quickly take two steps and open the rusty unit door. The man walked up the steps very slowly, looking at the broken voice control lights, rusty handrails, and mottled walls. On the second floor, the man was long and standing, and his eyebrows looked at the bright red characters on the green security door.

The left side looked at the president who stared blankly at the security door, and he was worried. He couldn't predict the temper of his chief executive. He had to open his head and swear open. "President, do you need to open the door?"

The man’s eyes are awkward, he can’t see the emotions of his eyes, his lips are light, and the warmth of the spurt immediately turns into a white mist, and his voice is low, “key.”

If Joe Mu saw it, he would definitely jump. He immediately called the police uncle, and the bad guy stole the key to her home.

The room was cold and cold, and the tall figure stood in the small living room, which seemed to be more narrow and crowded. The man bowed slightly and entered the small room with the doll hanging on the door frame.

The line of sight swept left and right and quickly landed on a photo frame. It seems that a hammer suddenly hits the heart, the pain spreads all over the body, and the fingertips can't help but tremble. The cold scorpion of the man became gentle, and the eyes of the calm water seemed to waver, and the mist in the eyelids lingered. "Little girl, I finally found you."

Although I already guessed it, the smiling little man in the photo still makes the man change color instantly.

"Big brother, don't you cry, look, the cherry blossoms are opening." The crisp voice came, and the boy turned his head and looked at the extremely bright little girl who was wearing a ponytail and laughing.

"Use your tube, small broken child, go away!" The teenager stared at the distressed clothes of the little girl, with a trace of disappointment, yelling.

The little girl was smashed, and the little hand licked the corner of her clothes. After a while, she looked at the teenager who barely wiped her tears, and spoke again, with a few groaning voices.

"You don't want to cry..."

"Which eyes do you see, I cried, get out!"

The little girl didn't talk, and she looked at him with her innocent big eyes. The dark eyes were clear and flawless. Suddenly, she grinned at him, as the morning lily blooms, and the dewdrops are fragrant and eye-catching.

In the years that followed, whenever the night was quiet, when he remembered the little girl, he always thought, maybe it was the last smile of the little girl, who laughed into his heart and opened the heart that he had been depressed for a long time.

Although I guess that Qiao Mu was the little girl in the same year, but once again saw the familiar little face in memory, the man still could not restrain the excitement of the heart, the joy is like a huge wave, and the face is overwhelming.

The man looked at the photo in his hand greedily, or the old little clothes, or the tall ponytail, or the little smile in memory, the man smiled, the lips swelled high, and the eyes had dead people. Gentle.

"You don't want to cry..." The crisp voice seemed to echo in the ear.

In the lower right corner of the blackened wooden photo frame, there is a small ball-point pen written by a small 6-year-old, twisted and twisted, and the handwriting is tender.

"Hey, stinky, we met again!" Xi Muqiao raised his head slightly and took back the tears in his eyes.

On the other photo frames next to it, 10 years old, 15 years old, 18 years old, the small facial features gradually opened, the long hair changed into short hair, the tender handwriting became clear and beautiful, the same is still the smile in each photo. A small face like a flower. Xi Muqiao's nose is sour, the eyelids are swollen, and the picture in memory has been turned over for fourteen years.

He couldn't witness his little girl growing up. I don't know how the little girl took it from the age of 6 to 20, but he could feel the stubbornness of the little girl from beginning to end.

A few photos made up for the inner vacancy of Xi Muqiao for many years. He was very fortunate that the hardships of life did not crush her, nor did he wear off the bright smile on the little face. It was not too late.

Many years ago, he lost his little girl, and now he found her. Although she can't recognize him, what does it matter? This time he will hold on to her and will not give her a chance to leave her.

Seeing that the little Mickey doll had faded on the bed, Xi Muqiao’s face was somewhat relieved. He sent her Mickey for so many years, she still kept.

The kitchen was clean and tidy, with a hint of fragrance, but there was no room for a small buttock. Pick up the lid on the plate, a few new onion cakes in the morning with the temperature, Xi Muqiao with appreciation, pick up a mouth to send to the mouth, "little bastard, this will be the interest that you left me with trauma Let's go."

After eating, Xi Muqiao wiped his hands, his lips twitched in a shallow arc, and his face was like a flower. He can even imagine how the little **** would look after the pie was missing.

Out of the kitchen, the man touched the corner of his mouth, and the eyebrows were in a comfortable color. For so many years, he felt his heart so calm for the first time. Beckoning towards the left circle behind him, "You, go to the hospital..."