Chapter 870 love is a superstition of the right place at the right time

After hearing what little feather said, Mu Ru suddenly remembered that she had called Pu Zhihui a few days ago. Pu Zhihui had suddenly said that she was coming to Binhai. She had thought that she had something to do, but it turned out that she was here to pick up little feather?

"Do you know that you want to go back to Korea for your summer vacation? " Mu Ru picked up a lion's head for little feather and placed it in her bowl. However, she frowned instinctively. Based on her intuition, Dongfang Mo probably wouldn't agree to it This was because he was making the best use of his time to develop a father-daughter relationship with feather. How could he allow feather to leave him?

"Daddy has been busy these past two days. I've had time to talk to him about this, " feather said nonchalantly. "Besides, doesn't daddy still have the baby in your belly "He's slowly developing a relationship with the baby. I want to go back and accompany my daddy. I feel that my relationship with daddy has become distant. "

Alright, Mu ru admitted that some things would become deeply ingrained after a long time, such as feelings!

When little feather was born, it was Che Qixuan who carried her first. It was Che Qixuan who had accompanied her growing up. Before she knew Dongfang Mo, Che Qixuan had always been her father in little feather's heart.

Such feelings were not for a day or two, but for a full five years. And those five years were the five years that a child relied on a father the most. It was also the five years that a child fixed a father in his heart.

She admitted that Dongfang Mo worked very hard and had always been trying to curry favor with little feather. And little feather no longer called him a liar but called him daddy.

Unfortunately, these were all just formalities. In the depths of little feather's heart, no one could replace him, not even her biological father, Dongfang Mo..

She had no objection to little feather wanting to go back to Korea for a vacation during the summer vacation, because she herself also wanted to go back to Korea. However, she knew that it would be useless if she had no objections. Dongfang Mo had to have no objections.

Mu Ru planned to wait for Dongfang Mo to come back in the evening and tell him about this matter. At the same time, she also mentioned that she wanted to accompany little feather back to Korea for a vacation. She hoped that he would agree immediately.

However, who knew that she would wait in the room until midnight and Dongfang Mo still hadn't returned. Finally, she couldn't hold it in anymore and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the SOFA. Her sore neck reminded her that she was the only one in the room last night, and that man, Dongfang Mo, who kept saying that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, hadn't returned all night.

Alright, he hadn't returned all night. Perhaps he had gone on a business trip somewhere. Mu Ru didn't take it to heart. She only muttered in her heart, "seriously, why didn't he call me when he was on a business trip? Didn't he know that he would be waiting for me? "?

Thinking of this, Mu Ru instinctively jumped in fright. It seemed that she had already gotten used to waiting for Dongfang Mo to return home. Could this be considered the life of a resentful woman?

AIYO, damn it She used her hands to rub her forehead. It seemed that she was losing her fighting spirit. She was clearly a professional woman in the new era. She was clearly full of fighting spirit and vitality every day.

Damn it, it was all that Damn Dongfang Mo. he was the one who had captured her from Paris and brought her back to this one inch ink city. He was the one who had broken her wings. He was the one who had prevented her from flying freely, turning her into a resentful woman.

Thinking of this, she could not help but feel frustrated. It seemed that she had been staying by Dongfang Mo's side for too long. She had become more and more lazy. No, she could not continue living like a Zombie without fighting spirit or vitality.