My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby
Chapter 595

Chapter 595

"Does Moya know why her mother is angry?"

Mu Chen tries to find out what the reporters have said from her daughter's mouth. "Does Moya know what those bad uncles and bad aunts said?"

Muya looks up at Muchen with her head askew. That expression means she can't describe it.

Dad, I'm only two years old, your daughter. Although I'm in the stage of learning, I can't learn much.

After thinking about it, Muya slipped off the ground. After she landed on her feet, she kicked Muchen's feet with her little feet. Muchen didn't know why. Then Muya fell to the ground.

"Moya."

Mu Chen hurriedly picks up her daughter, but still doesn't quite understand her meaning.

"Bad aunt."

Moya explains with difficulty.

Mu Chen eyebrows a Cu, handsome face a sink, ask: "Mu Ya mean to have bad aunt trip mother, mother fall to the ground?"

Muya nods. "Muya is afraid."

Zhang Xiao's trip was sudden. She didn't have any psychological preparation, especially Muya. Both mother and daughter fell down at the same time. Muya was really scared. Fortunately, Zhang Xiao protected her tightly, so she didn't hit the ground.

"Damn it!"

"Daddy, it hurts..."

Moya burst into tears.

It turned out that Mu Chen was too angry. As soon as he put his hands together, Mu ya, who was held by him, felt that her little body would be crushed by her father.

Mu Chen, who had come back to God, quickly loosened his strength and apologized to his daughter. He took her downstairs and called Ning Zhiyuan, asking him to help him stare at the woman who tripped Zhang Xiao first, and then calculate the account after autumn.

"Moya, let's go to mom."

After putting her daughter in the car, I felt that the child was too small to be held by an adult, so it was not safe to take the car. Mu Chen then changed into that Audi, has the child safety chair.

Hearing that daddy was going to take her to her mother, Muya sat obediently in the child safety chair.

Zhang Xiao's cell phone is still off.

When she is in a bad mood, her favorite place is the cemetery.

This is what Yi Xiujie told Mu Chen.

"Auntie LAN."

Mu Chen cries, after LAN Yi runs out, he orders: "get in the car." Since he wants to go to the cemetery to find Zhang Xiao, he doesn't want to take Muya into the cemetery with him. He asks LAN Yi to go with him, and can leave LAN Yi to look after Muya in the car.

"Good."

Auntie LAN asked nothing and got on the bus directly.

After leaving the door, Mu Chen did not hesitate at all, and went directly to the direction of the cemetery.

The overcast sky became more and more overcast, as if it was going to rain.

When it rains in winter, the temperature is lower.

God, I don't think I'm in a good mood. It's really raining. It's drizzling.

It doesn't rain much, but it's cold.

Zhang Xiao sat on the taxi and watched the drizzle outside the window.

The taxi driver turned to Zhang Xiao and said, "girl, it's raining. Do you want to go to the cemetery? The weather is not good at all. It's an evil place again. Don't go there. "

Zhang Xiao said lightly, "I'll add another 100 yuan to your fare."

Many taxi drivers are reluctant to come to the cemetery and crematorium. They think those two places are unlucky places. If you want to take a taxi to those two places, you must pay more.

It's fine during the day. You can get there safely with more money.

If at night, give more money, few people will go.

It's daytime now, but it's always cloudy in winter. Now it's raining again, and the cemetery is a place of evil. No wonder the taxi driver wants to persuade Zhang Xiao not to go.

However, after Zhang Xiao said that he would add another 100 yuan to the fare, the taxi driver stopped persuading and just muttered.

A hundred meters away from the cemetery, the taxi driver refused to go. After collecting money and leaving Zhang Xiao, he hurried away, as if a ghost were chasing him behind.

The bitter cold wind and drizzle came to Zhang Xiao's face. Soon, Zhang Xiao's head was stained with white dots, which were small raindrops.

It's quiet all around.

The road was lined with straight pines and cypresses.

Zhang Xiao walked there.

There are several shops near the entrance of the cemetery that are dedicated to making money for the dead. The door is open. The door is empty and there is no car. It's not the Qingming season. The business here will be a little colder.

There is a sound of playing mahjong in the shop.

When Zhang Xiao's people appeared at the door of the shop, those mahjong players were rubbing vigorously. They suddenly saw a person come out, all stopped their movements, and looked at Zhang Xiao as if they were analyzing whether Zhang Xiao was a man or a ghost.

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Zhang Xiaowen and to open up.

Four people exchanged eyes.

"I am human."

Four people were seen through Zhang Xiao's mind and all laughed. One of the aunts stood up and came to greet Zhang Xiao to enter the shop, and touched Zhang Xiao's hand without trace. Although it was a little cold, it was still popular, which completely believed that Zhang Xiao was an individual.

Zhang Xiao thought it was funny.

They all earn money from the dead. What strange things have not happened? There will be times of fear.

Zhang Xiao is wrong, because they earn money from the dead. They are afraid of anything strange, but they are reluctant to do business and money.

"Girl, I'm sorry. It's really cold and rainy. Ghosts don't want to go out, but girl wants to come here, so we Bah bah, don't mention ghosts. Don't talk about them in such places. "

Aunt is also a laugh, but also broken read.

Zhang Xiao didn't say that he was in a bad mood. He chose two chrysanthemums, paid for them, and then went away with two chrysanthemums in his arms.

"Girl."

The aunt called Zhang Xiao. When Zhang Xiao stopped, she went to fetch an umbrella and handed it to Zhang Xiao. She said, "you have to visit your relatives in this weather, and you can't go like this. It's raining outside. Don't look at the drizzle. When you come out from inside, you will be soaked. This umbrella is a little shabby. It's better not to give it to the girl. You don't have to return it. "

Zhang Xiao took the old umbrella and thanked his aunt. He left the shop with a bouquet and an old umbrella.

The old man guarding the cemetery is eating chicken feet, peanuts and beer alone. When he saw someone passing by, he thought he was dazzled.

Why do people come to the cemetery in this weather?

Isn't it a ghost?

The old man wanted to go out to have a look. In the end, he didn't come out. If the ghost doesn't find him, he shouldn't bother him.

Zhang Xiao, who was regarded as a ghost by the tomb keeper, first went to the grave of her grandparents, put a bunch of chrysanthemums gently in front of the tombstone, holding an umbrella in one hand, and holding another bunch of chrysanthemums in the other hand. She looked at the photos of her grandparents.

"Grandpa, grandma, Xiao'er has come to see you."

She hasn't been bothering her grandparents for a long time.

The cold wind howled.

It seems that the two old people are telling about the pain of missing their granddaughter.

Zhang Xiao squatted down and put another bunch of chrysanthemums on her thigh. She was able to free up a hand. Then she stroked the cold tombstone and said softly, "Grandpa, grandma, Xiao'er is a little confused. It seems that she can't find her way."

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