Chapter 815 A Mother (2)

And he could only keep calling her sister. He owed her "mother" for thirty years, and he owed himself more than thirty years.

"Mom, you are fine! You are the greatest mother in the world, and I am proud of you."

Mu Zhilan's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at Mu Jinchen with a rare loss of composure, "Chen'er, what did you call me just now?"

Mu Jinchen took Mu Zhilan's hands. The burly man looked at his mother with his deep eyes. In a voice as rich as an aged wine, he spoke out something that sounded like the sound of nature in Mu Zhilan's ears. Calling, "Mother!"

Mu Zhilan fell into her son's arms and cried bitterly. There are not many mothers in the world who can understand the feeling of hearing their son call me sister every day. She thought she would never hear her eldest son call her sister in her life. I have been my mother all my life.

Mu Jinchen controlled his emotions very well, but he was also very excited. This was different from the mood when he called Xia Muxue his mother. Over the years, he had known that Xia Muxue was his mother and could not recognize her when they met. The pressure on his heart was not the same. No less than Xia Muxue, such thoughts began to decrease little by little until adulthood and mature thinking.

His youth and maturity are related to his character, and of course to his experiences.

Wushuang came in with Mu Baichuan on his arm and looked at this scene, and was a little shocked at the moment.

Mu Zhilan hugged Mu Jinchen and cried until her heart broke. Mu Jinchen's mood also fluctuated in a rare and extremely rare way, and his deep eyes were red and frightening. Wushuang was really frightened. He didn't know what happened. Seeing her Mr. Mu looking so sad made her heart feel sour.

"What happened?" Her voice was choked, and tears fell down all of a sudden. She could relate to Mu Jinchen's emotions, although she didn't know why his eyes looked so sad. In short, she felt sad just by looking at him like that.

"Okay, why are you crying? I made both of you cry too..."

Only then did Wushuang realize that he had shed tears.

Mu Baichuan sighed softly. He knew what happened, but Wushuang didn't know about it. He couldn't explain this kind of thing for a while, so he felt sad.

Only then did Mu Jinchen help Mu Zhilan up.

Looking up again, Mu Zhilan was smiling like a flower. She was wiping her tears with a silk scarf. When she saw Wushuang's reddish eyes, her heart felt warm again. "Look at Wushuang's silly child. Why are you crying? It's my tears." Keep it low, nothing will happen.”

When Mu Jinchen saw that Mu Zhilan's mood had calmed down, he hugged her shoulders again and called "Grandpa" before standing up and walking towards Wushuang.

Mu Jinchen sighed softly. The women in his family were all heartbreakingly gentle, including Mu Zhilan and Wushuang. They were all made of water.

The man's heart felt another kind of slight pain. He hugged the little woman, rubbed her arms a few times, kissed the top of her hair, and whispered, "Silly girl."

Wushuang was a little embarrassed. She couldn't say that she shed tears when she saw her man's jealous eyes. She had no choice but to let the man hug her and lower her head without saying anything.

Not wanting to let this atmosphere continue, Mu Baichuan changed the topic, "Chen'er, I just heard Shuangshuang talk about the Xia family in detail, and I also talked to Jingshan on the phone. It's not easy for him to suffer this disaster. It’s okay to help a little more.”