Ling Zihuan is stubborn and stubborn on matters of principle.

Especially today, it is the first time that Sister Seventeen tries on the set, but she can't accompany her, and she feels very uncomfortable.

Thinking about it like this, she was angry and painful, angry with her body, but her aunt's pain was really terrible.

After the little girl pushed Mu Yi away, she turned around and walked forward holding her stomach, and began to shed tears in less than two steps.

She felt like a piece of trash.

Mu Yi stood on the steps and was pushed back by her.

staring at her back as she walked back with her shoulders shrunk, pitiful and helpless.

It was only a few seconds before the sound of sobbing was heard.

Mu Yi's nose fluttered, and he should have turned around and left, but he couldn't take a step.

Seeing Ling Zihuan move into the lobby with a small step, Mu Yi lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his lower lips, and still followed.

He explained to the security guard in front of the hotel, helped drive the car to the parking lot, and he entered the lobby and caught up with Ling Zihuan.

The little girl was sobbing, pressing her stomach hard, crying very sadly.

Mu Yi thought of a sentence: A woman in the aunt period is extremely emotionally unstable.

It seems to be the truth.

The service staff in the lobby and the tourists who pass by from time to time can't help but cast gossip glances at her.

Especially...... The little girl cried so badly, and there was a man in black with a poker face behind her.

This...... Make up a big drama in minutes.

Ling Zihuan didn't notice that Mu Yi was following behind, and after lowering his head and entering the elevator, he directly squatted in the corner holding his stomach, wiping his tears with the back of his hand from time to time.

"Don't cry......"

A crumpled tissue was handed to her with the voice.

This is what Mu Yi just pulled from the front desk of the lobby.

Ling Zihuan put away his crying, squatted on the ground and looked up with teary eyes, under the warm yellow light of the elevator, it was Mu Yi's tense handsome face.

She didn't reach out to take the tissue, but the corners of her mouth were getting deeper and lower, and she was about to burst into tears again, but Mu Yi directly took the tissue and wiped it twice on her face to stop her tears.

The floor of the palace suite arrived, and he looked at her as the door opened.

Ling Zihuan pursed her mouth and raised her arm, "Help me, I can't get up......"

Mu Yi stared at her with cold eyes, but in the end, he couldn't resist the feeling of distress in his heart, leaned over and pulled her up, and then carried the little Ling Zihuan out of the elevator.

She was light, like a feather.

Ling Zihuan nestled in his arms, his hands were still holding his stomach, and his crying voice rustled softly, "Walk slowly, walk slowly, it hurts ......."

Just passing by, the cleaner on the floor pushed the cart and staggered past them.

The cleaner's eyes with a strange look are not to mention how exciting.

Young people nowadays, too indulgent!

Look at the little girl who tossed it.

Too indulgent Mu Yi: "......"

After sending Ling Zihuan back to the room, Mu Yi turned back to the lobby, planning to contact the manager to make a bowl of ginger soup for the little girl.

After arranging this, he stood in the lobby for a few seconds, and finally planned to look at her again.

After Mu Yi turned around and entered the elevator, outside the open sensor door in the lobby, a tall and tall figure walked with the wind.

He pushed the suitcase in his left hand, wore a black trench coat over his shoulder, held the phone with one hand, and when he was connected, he raised his thick eyebrows, and his dark eyes were dyed like stars, "Little ghost, where is it?"

When the words fell, he didn't wait for an answer, but there was a choked sound on the phone that made his heart clench......

Grass, who the bullied his little girl?!

"Why are you crying, what's wrong, tell the second uncle!"