Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Chapter 1210 One Eye Ten Thousand Years

Just when Su Muying was looking at An Xianyang, An Xianyang also saw Su Muying for the first time, all kinds of pedestrians shuttled between the two of them, this kind of staring at each other felt a bit like a thousand years.

"Mu Ying! What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Even though Su Muying had wiped away the tears on his face, and the redness and swelling of his eyes was not very obvious, An Xianyang still could see that something was wrong with Su Muying.

Su Muying smiled weakly at An Xianyang, and said in relief: "It's nothing, it's just that the wind just blinded my eyes."

After finishing speaking, she pulled An Xianyang and walked forward quickly, hoping to leave this place quickly.

And An Xianyang immediately pulled her back, obviously having too much doubt about her words, but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, hoping that Su Muying would take the initiative to confide in him.

The two confronted each other like this, Xiao Shunlai in An Xianyang's arms also seemed to feel that the surrounding atmosphere was not right, his mouth shrunk, as if he was about to cry or not.

It was Su Muying who was defeated first, she lowered her head slowly, and softly called An Xianyang's name, An Xianyang felt distressed, and rubbed Su Muying into her arms fiercely.

Su Muying's head was buried in An Xianyang's arms, just for a while, An Xianyang felt a burst of wetness on his shoulders, he didn't say anything, but hugged the person in his arms tighter.

An Xianyang stayed with her all the time, waiting for her, and only when Su Muying's mood improved, did he tell An Xianyang what happened just now.

"Okay, don't think about these things, today is the new year, our family is happy together, that's the most important thing, isn't it?"

An Xianyang knew that Su Muying had some respect for these ghosts and gods in his heart, and it was for the sake of respecting her. An Xianyang didn't say that it was all a lie.

After comforting Su Muying for a while, she looked better, but insisted on holding the baby herself to feel at ease, An Xianyang breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and stayed by Su Muying's side all the time.

When walking back, it was almost dark, and there were more and more people on the road. Su Muying held the child in her arms, but her spirit was not very good. She kept thinking about everything that happened in the temple before , I don't know what is muttering in my mouth.

The accident happened in an instant.

As Su Muying was walking, she suddenly felt a lightness in her arm, and before she could recover, the child in her hand had been carried away.

And An Xianyang also followed Su Muying all the time, and didn't notice what happened in front of Su Muying.

By the time the two of them regained their composure, it was already too late, and Xiao Shun had disappeared.

"Come on? Come on!"

Su Muying murmured in a low voice first, then suddenly called out her son's name loudly, and then excitedly shouted everywhere: "Come on Xiao Shun, come on Shun! Where are you!"

An Xianyang was also looking anxiously, but he was worried about Su Muying's mental state, so he didn't stay far away from her.

After looking for Su Muying, he suddenly squatted down, An Xianyang was startled, and hurried forward, nervously checking Su Muying's current condition, whether he was injured in any way.

"Show off, show off."

With dull eyes, Su Muying called An Xianyang's name in a low voice.

An Xianyang looked at her nervously, and quickly replied: "Yes, I am, Mu Ying, look up at me, I am in front of you."

After hearing what he said, Su Muying raised her head slowly, only then did An Xianyang realize that her face was covered with tears, no matter how distressed she was, An Xianyang still restrained herself, and just softly coaxed: "Mu Ying , don't be sad, let's find Xiaoshun together, shall we?"

But Su Muying didn't seem to understand, just simply repeated An Xianyang's words, and said in a low voice: "Come on, Xiaoshun, ours."

An Xianyang said without hesitation: "Yes, yes, our Shunlai, shall we go find him together?"

Su Muying nodded invisibly, just when An Xianyang thought he had succeeded in persuading him, Su Muying pushed him away and rushed into the crowd, An Xianyang quickly followed.

In the meantime, Su Muying grabbed the passers-by and kept muttering: "Save my child, save my child!"

Passers-by looked at her like they were avoiding a lunatic, lest they avoid her.

Su Muying pulled another passerby, but the other person pushed her away, one of his feet lost his footing, and Su Muying fell to the ground.

In a trance, Su Muying felt that everything in front of her was familiar yet strange. After thinking for a while, she realized that everything in front of her seemed to coincide with the dream she had not long ago.

"Old woman, it's old woman!"

Su Muying whispered as if talking to herself.

An Xianyang saw Su Muying fall, and rushed over, but when he got closer, he heard Su Muying repeating the words "grandma", he patted Su Muying's back comfortingly, and pinned her hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears, Asked softly: "Mu Ying, Mu Ying, what old lady? What are you talking about?"

Su Muying raised her head abruptly, she looked directly at An Xianyang, her eyes were full of fear, and said tremblingly: "Xianyang, Xianyang, it's the old lady, it's the old lady who took our child away, she has been in my dream, I know she stole my child!"

The more she talked, the more Su Muying collapsed. Seeing An Xianyang's unbelievable expression, she angrily shook off him, staggered to the middle of the road, and shouted at the crowd: "Is there anyone, is there anyone watching?" Come to my child, my son, please, please tell me, where is my child, where is he!"

Her cry became smaller and smaller, until Su Muying knelt down on the ground straight and upright, An Xianyang ran over to hug her, but it was still a step too late, and injury was inevitable.

"Su Muying! Look up at me!"

An Xianyang seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. After Su Muying had a child, her personality softened a lot.

However, he didn't want such Su Muying to hurt herself.

"Su Muying, cheer me up! Our child hasn't been found, are you going to collapse first! Then who will come to him! Su Muying, do you hear that!"

Su Muying raised her head slowly, An Xianyang was in the sunlight, embracing her like her guardian angel.

Her eyes were stung by the dazzling light, and she groaned uncomfortably. When An Xianyang saw her, he hurriedly hugged her in his arms and said incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mu Ying, I didn't want to stimulate you, I just wanted to Let you cheer up, we haven't found Shunlai yet, you can't collapse first."

"Xian Yang,"

Su Muying called his name in a low voice, and said: "I didn't lie to you, I really had a dream, that dream was very real, just like now, I have a hunch that our child must have been snatched away by an old woman , can you trust me, please, please trust me?"

While talking, Su Muying slowly fell into An Xianyang's arms as if she couldn't bear the stimulation.

"Mu Ying? Mu Ying?"

An Xianyang shook her body slightly, looked at her drowsy face worriedly, then picked up Su Muying by the waist, and ran towards the hospital.

The child has been lost, Su Muying must not let anything happen again, otherwise this family will really be ruined.

The young year who was supposed to be happy has turned into this in the end, which is really sad.