Chapter 1188 ●-●

Nobody likes you.

No one will ever like you.

—Don’t say that kind of thing again.

Mu Zening felt that Tangtang was just a child living in chaos, who was driven to do things by a ghost raiser since he was a child. He had no moral values, and no basic sense of social norms. If he tried to tell her the principles of justice and love, she would not understand. .

But if you tell her that no one likes her, no one loves her, she will understand and hold grudges.

The sullenness on Mu Zi's face gradually faded away.

She looked at Mu Zening indifferently, and asked, "Did you treat Qiao Jingjia the same way back then?"

Mu Zening frowned.

Mu Zi said as if describing a formula: "Qiao Jingjia is a child from a poor family. She has no father and no mother. She lived in the elders' house and suffered all kinds of stares. Through her own efforts, she finally entered the procuratorate. It is rare for the procuratorate to admit a female worker. , Qiao Jingjia is the hardest one among them.

But she fell in love with a married man. In order not to cause trouble for him, she suppressed it hard. When she saw that he was injured because of herself, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked for help for his treatment, and concealed his wife.

What a kind and gentle woman, isn't she? I want to treat you wholeheartedly without destroying your family, so I can't refuse, right?

Mu Zening, it's their fault that they are pitiful, this is no reason to hurt me!

Have you ever wondered how it feels when I come back and see my husband hugging my assistant?

Have you ever thought about how it would feel when Tangtang got into my stomach and made me risk my life to give birth to a ghost?

They are very poor, what about me? Do I deserve to be treated like this? ! ! "

After Mu Zi finished speaking, her eyes were already red, there were no tears, only anger.

Mu Zening looked at her with a sullen face.

Maybe he was ashamed to mention Qiao Jingjia's incident again, Mu Zening's pale complexion flushed red, as if he was burning with anger.

Mu Zi thought he would say something.

But he just stared at her, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, for a long time, he walked out of the room without saying a word.

...

From this day forward, they became more silent.

Mu Zening didn't speak, and Mu Zi didn't have anything to say, and stayed in their respective rooms from morning to night except for meeting at dinner.

In this lifeless house, the only vitality probably comes from Tangtang's talking, laughing, running, and the sound effects of watching animation.

Ironically, the person who lives most like a person is not a person.

After a few days, it was Christmas.

There is no festive atmosphere in the village, and they don't even go out of their way to buy festive items.

There was no Christmas tree, no presents, so Mu Zening built a big snowman for Tangtang, put on a scarf and hat, and found two dead tree branches, and stuck them in the snowballs as hands. Tangtang liked it very much, Mu Zening's He was also in a good mood, and there was a smile on his face that had been gloomy for many days.

He stood in the snow, casually lit a cigarette, and watched Tangtang running around in the yard while smoking.

For those who don't know them, seeing this scene may feel very warm.

But Mu Zi only felt it was illusory.

She stood by the window, silently looking at the sky outside, her long-difficult situation was about to drive her crazy.

She became more and more impatient and restless. Whenever she wanted to calm down and think about countermeasures, her thoughts would unknowingly turn into resentment and resentment.

Reason, almost exhausted in this captivity.

Not long after Christmas, Mu Zi was confinement, and Mu Zening showed mercy and loosened her shackles, allowing her to move outside for an hour a day.

The absence of fetters does not mean less restraint.

Tangtang will follow her, and those looming ghosts will also follow her, surrounding her feet like a shadow.