"Woo, woo, woo... Mommy, Mommy..."
Little Mu'er fell down outside the iron gate of the villa, sitting there pitifully.
The little paper box of cake she had brought was knocked over and rolled out, staining her pretty little skirt.
"Mu'er, Mu'er, don't cry... Mommy is here..."
Seeing Mu'er in such a miserable state, Su Qing's heart ached and she hurried over to hug her baby.
Even though she was so anxious that the cake got on her clothes, Su Qing didn't care.
“Mommy, the cake fell over… wuuuu… Mu’er is stupid…” Little Mu’er sobbed and tried miserably to pick up the cake on her skirt.
That was made by Mommy herself. Daddy will definitely like it very much.
Mu'er is sorry. She actually soiled the cake that Mommy gave to Daddy.
"It's okay, just try again after the cake falls over."
Su Qing wiped little Mu'er's tears. The little thing with tearful eyes was held in Su Qing's arms and comforted softly.
She asked Mu'er in detail what had happened.
But Mu'er just cried, except that she knew her cake was spilled, so she sat there crying.
Su Qing knew nothing else.
Mu'er bit her lower lip and sobbed, her rosy little face was tearful, but she didn't say a word.
Su Qing held her in her arms and looked up at the villa with its door closed.
There seemed to be a figure passing by through a window on the second floor of the villa.
But the next moment, the curtains were drawn tightly.
The Santa Claus that Xiao Mu'er mentioned did not appear, and Xiao Mu'er went up the mountain alone for such a long time, but it seemed that she did not see him.
"Mu'er, be good. Mommy will carry you home." Su Qing knew that there was someone in the villa. She saw the shadow hiding behind the window on the second floor.
Although it was only a moment and the backlight couldn't see clearly, the obviously shaking curtains still revealed the situation inside.
Su Qing was a little angry about this.
She didn't know who lived in this villa, but little Mu'er had obviously fallen outside the villa and cried for a long time.
Before she came, the owner of the villa didn't even open the door and didn't offer any help to Xiao Muer.
If he was really the 'Santa Claus' that Xiao Mu'er mentioned... then Su Qing would really have to doubt the heart of this 'Santa Claus'.
After taking one last look at the second-floor window, Su Qing picked up Mu'er, covered in cream, and went down the mountain.
It was not until the figure of the woman holding the child disappeared outside the gate of the villa and could no longer be seen that He Zhang, who was hiding behind the curtains, turned back with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Master, Miss Su Qing is gone... The young lady is being carried down the mountain by her."
He Zhang didn’t understand, he really didn’t understand, why did Mr. Qiao have to do this
He couldn't help but ask, "Master, I don't understand. Miss Mu'er was so happy to come to see you with a cake, why did you turn Miss Mu'er away and ignore her? She...she waited for you outside the door for several hours, and in the end she accidentally fell while trying to climb over the wall. You are really..."
"You can leave now. I need to rest." Qiao Mohan could naturally hear the confusion in He Zhang's voice.
But he did not answer, instead he gave orders coldly.
The man stood up, held the armrest of the sofa, and walked into the bedroom.
After becoming completely blind, he has gradually adapted to the unfamiliar darkness over the past few months.
He Zhang just looked at Qiao Mohan's tall and straight figure, which seemed a little lonely as he fell into the shadow of the inner room.
Having lost his sight, Mr. Qiao never turned on the light again.
He doesn't need a light.
Therefore, the curtains in his bedroom were drawn all year round, there was no sunlight, and there was no need to turn on the lights - it was always dark, deep and cold.
Next chapter before 18:40 (to be continued)