Lu Xiaomu walked into the villa and looked at the place that became empty in an instant, and her heart seemed to have been suddenly hollowed out.

Things are human and wrong, maybe they can't be used to describe her heart at this moment.

Especially when Pei Lang removed the furniture, it looked even more desolate.

She looked around the living room with wide eyes, but somehow noticed that something was missing.

She wrinkled her eyebrows.

What about the old lady? Where did it go?

She turned to look at Pei Lang.

"Where did you drive the old lady?"

Pei Lang looked around, then twisted his eyebrows.

"I.... Wasn't it still here? What about people? ”

Lu Xiaomu's red eyes stared at him for a few seconds, and he lowered his eyes in fright.

"Mu, I swear, she was really sitting on the sofa just now, as if she was crazy, she kept smirking, and kept talking about Lu Peiyun, I think the old lady is thinking that her son is crazy.

Hearing this, Lu Xiaomu's heart ached a little inexplicably.

Mo Qi, who was standing on the side, said suddenly.

"Little lady, if that's the case, it may be in Mr. Lu's room, and the old lady wants to be anxious."

Lu Xiaomu got up and went upstairs.

It seems that every step under her feet is so desolate, her father is here, her home is there, her father is gone, it seems that there is nothing, maybe this is her Lu Xiaomu's current situation!

went upstairs and saw from a distance that the door of his father's room was open, and Lu Xiaomu paused in place for a long time.

She wanted to go, but she was afraid to go, because there might still be her father's breath there, and she missed it, but she was afraid.

Fear that thoughts will flood again.

In the end, he walked over slowly.

When I walked to the door, I saw the old lady holding something in her hand and sitting under the curtain, as if she was coaxing the sound of a child.

Looking at that lonely back, Lu Xiaomu's heart ached inexplicably.

She understands one thing, a mother's love is like water.

No matter how old you are, no matter how far away you are, you can't stop a mother from loving her son.

She just looked at the lonely back.

The old lady laughed for a while and cried for a while, Lu Xiaomu's heart was very distressed.

She knew that the old lady was crazy, really crazy.

She walked slowly over to her, and the old lady raised her eyes to look at the little dot that appeared in front of her.

She clutched the pillow in her hands with both hands.

"Shhh

Lu Xiaomu looked at the pillow in her hand, and her heart began to ache again.

It was her father's pillow, she thought, it must still have his scent, the smell of his favorite perfume!

She wanted to cry, tears rolling in her eyes.

The old lady looked at Lu Xiaomu, who wanted to cry.

She pulled back the corners of her lips and laughed.

"My son is handsome!"

Lu Xiaomu's throat tightened violently.

"Handsome, very handsome." She used to think that the most handsome man in the world would belong to her father, but since she met Ye Liting, her father has become the second handsome.

The old lady smiled.

"That's it."

After she finished speaking, she began to shake the pillow in her hand again, as if she was really coaxing a child.

Lu Xiaomu's heart began to hurt like a cloud.

She leaned over and crouched down beside her.

stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her, hugging her tightly.

"I miss him too, I miss him very much."

The old lady's body stiffened, and some refused.

"If you touch my Ah Yun, he will hurt."

Lu Xiaomu bit her lip tightly to keep herself from crying, but in the end she couldn't help it.

Because the breath on the pillow spread between her nose little by little.

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