Chapter 1407 Life Is Like a Fog

Two years later, Master Mu's condition worsened again and he became bedridden.

Mu Zichuan came back from abroad and formally took over the Mu's business.

Compared with before, he has grown taller and darker. He has lost his youthful thinness and elegance, and has become a tall and strong man with cold eyes and aggressive aura.

Bai Wei was afraid of him for some reason.

Especially the way he looked at her was as aggressive as before leaving, as if he loved her, but also seemed to hate her.

She is not good at dealing with such a complicated and sensitive relationship, so she can only try to avoid him and avoid him.

The change of mother fell into the eyes of the young Murong Cheng, and he also remembered it in his heart.

Murong Cheng began to hate Mu Zichuan, because every time his mother saw Mu Zichuan, she would be frightened, and would be in a daze from time to time, muttering strange things to herself.

...

It was a cloudless day that day.

Bai Wei took the scissors and cut a few tulips in the garden, preparing to decorate the bedroom where Master Mu rests.

Master Mu's health is so poor that he can hardly even sit in a wheelchair, so he can only lie on the bed, and placing flowers and plants in the room will make him feel more comfortable.

She held up a bunch of flowers and was about to go back, but when she turned around, she found Mu Zichuan standing in front of her, staring at her expressionlessly.

Bai Wei panicked suddenly, the bright tulips scattered all over the ground, the scissors almost fell off, fell in the air and was caught by Mu Zichuan, holding them firmly in his hands.

He reached out and handed over the scissors.

Bai Wei hesitated for a while, then took the other end of the scissors.

Twitching slightly, the scissors did not move at all, Bai Wei pursed her lips, and looked up at Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan remained silent.

The two stood facing each other like this, stalemate in the garden.

Suddenly a group of black shadows flew over and hit Mu Zichuan's back with a slap, splashing mud spots in all directions.

Bai Wei opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked sideways——

Murong Cheng stood in the distance, his childish face was full of resentment: "Stay away from my mother!"

Mu Zichuan smiled, with a hint of indifference and sarcasm, he lowered his eyes, gently wiped the mud off his shoulders, turned and left.

Murong Cheng was like an aggressive little leopard, staring at Mu Zichuan's back vigilantly until he walked away, then Murong Cheng ran up to Bai Wei and asked, "Mom, did he try to bully you just now?" ?”

"No..." Bai Wei held the scissors, feeling her fingers stiff.

She moved her finger joints slightly, then squatted down slowly, picked up the tulips on the ground, and said softly: "He didn't bully mom, he just... just talked to mom, Rong Cheng, don't hit people with mud again, That's rude, you know?"

The little boy's eyes were full of cruelty that didn't match his age, "It's just mud, not stone."

"No matter what it is, it's wrong to use it to hit people." Bai Wei had a headache and felt helpless about her son's temper, "I really don't know who you look like."

Murong Cheng didn't take it seriously, and asked, "Mom, what did he talk to you just now?"

Bai Wei was startled when she heard this.

After a while, she stood up slowly, held her son's little hand, and walked back step by step, "I didn't say anything, let's go back..."

He said--

"Are you taking care of him with these hands, must be very tired?"

tired……

Yes, very tired.

These hands turned over and scrubbed him every day, massaged his limbs, cooked food for him...Woke up countless times in the middle of the night, ran to Mr. Mu's bed in a panic, and carefully tested his breathing.

Feeling the gentle ups and downs of breathing, her tense nerves will relax.

Worried that he would be choked on phlegm while he was asleep, and die silently... If so, what should she do?

Her life was like a mist, and Mr. Mu was a light in the mist. He told her that she was his caretaker, so she only needed to take care of him without distraction.

But this light is about to go out, and at that time, who will guide her?