My Modern Mother's

The Woon-Hoo

"It's me..I miss you so much, Eun-Kyun" said the man

For some reason, Eun-Kyun's body suddenly freezes and can't do anything about it

'This sound..'

"Let go!" eun-kyun said coldly

"Why should I let you go? ..I really miss you, " said the man

"I said get off!" repeat Eun-Kyun, but the man tightens his arms.

"You've forgotten me?.. Why did you leave me instead?. You made me so long-lost" she said unfinished before her body suddenly floated in the air and slammed violently. It hurts!

"Arghhai!" strangler

Thas right. Eun-Kyun teaches this man a lesson, a b4jatan who dares to hug him without getting permission.

She hated this man, just like the real 'Eun-Kyun', she hated him.

Only b4jatan want to damage without wanting to fix it. Just want to fertilize it without wanting to account for what he has made. This b4 bastard, he hates it!

Missed?. left?

'Stop kidding! ..You're the one who left him!..You're the one who broke him!... You're making it worse!.. You're the one who made him feel guilty about that little boy!.. Basic B4JINGAN!.. Just die there b4ngsat!

Eun-Kyun looks at her with annoyance, anger, dislike, hate and all sorts of resentment.

His hands clenched hard, before the man could get up, Eun-Kyun had already given him a raw bogeman on her cheeks and stomach

Bugg..Bugg!

"What do you want, br3ngsek?!" he had to hold back, lest his emotions eat up his consciousness so as to unknowingly take the life of this b4 son of a bitch.

Woon-Hoo, this is it.

Woon-Hoo is still surprised by Eun-Kyun's flipping action and slamming her body to the floor, the man is further surprised by Eun-Kyun's angry reaction and chastising her.

The man felt the smell of blood in his mouth, his stomach also felt very painful after being beaten by this woman. Eun-Kyun actually used a lot of energy when beating her up

Eun-Kyun is upset, the memories of this man suddenly come attacking her. His head starts to get dizzy, before Woon-Hoo can hold it there Eun-Kyun's steps have sped up and left the man in pain.

Upon learning that Eun-Kyun wants to escape again, Woon-Hoo gets up and chases after her, but she is late because Eun-Kyun has gotten into the elevator and left the ground floor. "Eun-Kyun! .. Eun-Kyun, stop there! .. Eun-kyun!"

Eun-Kyun who was already in the elevator felt her head ache, her heart also started beating quickly and this was painful, different when she was with Jun-Hee earlier.

Eun-Kyun's eyes begin to darken, she has to take her medicine now, but she doesn't take it right now and the medicine is in her room. His body could not be supported anymore, he began to fall in the elevator.

The elevator suddenly stopped on the fifth floor, and the door opened. The person in front of the elevator is surprised to see Eun-Kyun who is in a semi-conscious state inside

"Nona?" Luckily, it was Dong-Min. He is so shocked that he quickly enters the elevator and supports Eun-Kyun's body

"Noona..Noona, you need to stay with me..Noona, you hear me?" Dong-Min pats Eun-Kyun on the cheek slowly, pressing the upstairs button with the closed door leading them to the top floor.

Tiing!

After the door opens, Dong-Min immediately sends Eun-Kyun to room 140, where her apartment is located.

Eun-Kyun still has consciousness, fortunately she meets Dong-Min whom she has known.

Upon arriving at the door, Eun-Kyun raises her hand and presses the fingerprints on the door, after which the door opens.

"That, there in my room, on the table." Eun-Kyun said.

Dong-Min immediately takes the medicine in Eun-Kyun's room, when entering it is seen a medicine tube on the nightstand.

After taking a glass of water, Dong-Min helps Eun-Kyun take medicine then lets her rest for a while on the sofa.

Dong-Min has learned Eun-Kyun's current condition, heart disease is a disease that has a high risk.

Eun-Kyun feels a little better, asking Dong-Min to help her into the room before the young man leaves.

It's been a fucking night. How could Woon-Hoo know where he lives? But he also had to be grateful, at least the man did not know what number his apartment was.

Woon-Hoo, who is still on the ground floor, sees the number next to the elevator door, when the elevator stops on the 5th floor, he thinks Eun-Kyun's apartment is located there.

Right now, she is really curious about Eun-Kyun who suddenly disappeared five years ago and appeared with a child after five years later.

Not only about Eun-Kyun, but she is also curious about the child who calls Eun-Kyun 'Eomma'

If it's Eun-Kyun's son, then who's the father?

There's no way it's Jun-Hee, though, because everyone knows if the man is not married and only dated a few women before now there are rumors that say if his date is a new actress in the entertainment world.

However, Jun-Hee's recent post has certainly made a lot of media splash, she has an undisclosed son?

Is this the kid? Who called her with 'Papa' while she was in the hospital the other day?

And again, what is the relationship between Eun-Kyun and Jun-Hee, why doesn't she know anything?

She sees clearly earlier, as Jun-Hee kisses her then flees the woman has also been upset but embarrassed by her red face.

Her hands clench when she remembers Eun-Kyun's embarrassed face on Jun-Hee, but is instead angry when she shows up.

By force, Woon-Hoo leaves the place and will return later.

His wife called and asked him where he was.

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On the other hand, Jun-Hee who has arrived at his house feels a drastically changed mood.

Especially when he entered the living room, the face he hated the most was there.

Looking at Jun-Hee who had arrived, the middle-aged man got up from his seat angrily, "Let's go! ..Where have you been, huhh?.. Why did you call you once?"

Jun-Hee looks at her father angrily, her eyes shifting at the woman sitting crying on another sofa and being soothed by a 4-headed woman.

"Darling, can't you teach your son to be kind to this sweet ana? .. Look, she keeps crying." said the woman staring sinisterly at Jun-Hee

'Keep acting, see to what extent you keep acting like this.' Jun-Hee's inner self

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