Sweet Mommy, Go!

At the same time, at the same place, even the Guchenzhe himself wasn't sure if he was deliberately doing this to gain an understanding.    

Muxiangwan looked at his phone and sent a text message. He then casually threw his phone on the bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax.    

However, the more he acted in such a way, the more confused he became.    

One Guchenzhe, two Guchenzhe s. Memories from the past flashed through his mind like a movie. Even though it didn't last long, every little detail was wonderful.    

And there was also the Xiaoqi. Was he really not his biological son, who at the age of five knew that in order to lighten his burdens, make money from games, and blame himself for not being able to buy a ring for himself?    

Muxiangwan had always felt that he was lucky. Although he had accidentally given birth to a child, he was overly obedient and sensible. Later on, when he found the child's biological father, he also formed a happy family.    

But now, it seemed, she was unfortunate.    

Six years ago, the heavens sent the Xiaoqi to her side, but six years later, they had to take away everything that they had obtained along with him.    

She clearly knew in her heart that if she wasn't Xiaoqi's biological mother, then she wouldn't be able to stay by his side. From a legal point of view, it could not be taken away. From an emotional point of view, the Guchenzhe …    

Muxiangwan did not want to think about it anymore.    

Annoyed, she opened her cell phone and ordered a case of beer.    

Ancient Man Yun, three cups of great Dao, one drunk to clear a thousand worries. But there are clouds too. Raising a glass is more worrisome.    

But the Muxiangwan couldn't care so much now, whether it was from a physiological or mental point of view, alcohol was the only thing that could numb her nerves.    

Just like this, the Muxiangwan didn't eat anything and drank a case of ice-cold beer to the end.    

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong.    

Muxiangwan was already drunk. He clearly heard the knocking on the door and struggled to open it, but he did not have the strength.    

Linmuyang was worried that Muxiangwan would not be able to eat alone so he bought some food and brought it over. However, no one opened the door and seeing that the lights in the room were on, it proved that there was someone at home.    

"Muxiangwan, it's my Linmuyang."    

"Muxiangwan, Muxiangwan!"    

Linmuyang increased his strength, but no one opened the door, no one even answered.    

It was actually opened by the person facing him.    

Linmuyang did not come back often, so he did not know any of the neighbors. However, because of his extraordinary bearing, he received a good treatment, "Stop knocking, I just went downstairs to walk my dog. When I came back, I saw that this family had ordered a case of beer.    

"Thank you." Linmuyang thanked him, but his heart was even more anxious. As he muttered his apologies, he took out the spare key and opened the door.    

Upon entering, a strong smell of alcohol wafted into his nose. Other than the messy bottles that littered the floor, he had never been in a state to drink anywhere else in the room.    

Muxiangwan laid on the sofa, had already given up on opening the door, and shakily brought half a bottle of beer to his mouth.    

Linmuyang snatched the bottle and threw it on the tea table, "Stop drinking."    

Muxiangwan looked up. Linmuyang looked at him worriedly, his mouth was opening and closing, and no one could hear what he was saying. Anyway, he definitely wasn't blaming himself for messing up his house.    

While thinking, Muxiangwan's tears gushed out.    

Just a moment ago, she was expecting Guchenzhe to knock on the door. It was laughable. The love that had once been the pride of others was instantly broken down between distrust and one another.    

"Ugh." The Muxiangwan retched, staggered, and ran to the bathroom, supporting herself with the toilet, she spat out the wine she had just drank.    

Linmuyang quickly followed and lightly patted her back. She passed two handwritten paper over and received a cup of warm water to send over.    

After Muxiangwan finished gargling, he drank the remaining half cup of water.    

"How do you feel?" Linmuyang's concerned voice drifted into his ears.    

After spitting out half of the alcohol in his stomach and drinking half a cup of warm water, he became much more clear-headed. He waved his hand at Linmuyang and said, "It's alright, I'll be troubling you."    

He casually said that everything was fine, but his body was not up to the task. His stomach felt like it was filled with a sharp pain. Muxiangwan could not help but kneel down, a layer of sweat covered her fair cheeks.    

"How long have you been out of the hospital and you're already drinking? You're going to lose your life." The Linmuyang couldn't care so much anymore as he carried the Muxiangwan downstairs and prepared to send him to the hospital.    

Muxiangwan subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the pain on her body was too much for her, so she simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to be manipulated by Linmuyang. However, what she didn't know was that in her subconscious, she had long treated this person who had taken care of her with utmost care as Guchenzhe.    

In the hospital, Linmuyang covered the unconscious Muxiangwan with a blanket. He wanted to leave, but his wrist was grabbed.    

"Guchenzhe."    

Linmuyang was stunned on the spot, but he did not make any other movements.    

"You really don't want me anymore, Guchenzhe." There was a hint of sobs in the sound of sleep.    

Linmuyang took a deep breath, withdrew his hand and walked out of the sickroom.    

From the moment Muxiangwan called out his name in his sleep, Linmuyang knew that he would never be able to be with Muxiangwan in his entire life.    

Although they hadn't known each other that long, their feelings might not be as sincere. However, his heart was still empty.    

If he was still a man, then he would take good care of Muxiangwan. If not, then he would just have to let Muxiangwan live a life of mutual torture and live a better life.    

They would not forget each other in the martial arts world.    

However, the Linmuyang had forgotten that he was a noob in terms of emotions. Thus, he did not understand that even if there were people who were in pain, they would choose to torture each other until their hair turned white.    

The medicinal liquid in the bottle dripped down as time flowed on. No one had ever stopped for anyone.    

Muxiangwan opened his eyes slightly, his mind had never been so clear before.    

The essence of life may be to let go of the situation and let go of the situation. The Laotianye has closed a door for you, and will open a window for you.    

Her Muxiangwan wouldn't stop because of anyone, otherwise, she definitely wouldn't forgive her current self after so many years.    

Muxiangwan was very clear that the Linmuyang was outside the sickroom. This man she had just met gave her enough peace of mind so that she could take a breather while holding the bottle.    

The sunlight shone through the clear glass into the room and onto Muxiangwan, warming him up.    

Muxiangwan opened his eyes. There was a cup of milk on the bedside table, obviously prepared for him.    

Linmuyang supported his head with one hand and fell asleep on the table.    

Muxiangwan touched his empty stomach, supporting himself with both hands, wanting to sit up and drink the milk.    

Linmuyang did not sleep very deeply, he immediately woke up after hearing the commotion. He helped Muxiangwan sit up and passed the milk over, "Drink this first, I'll go buy some porridge for you."