Mu Chengduo glanced at Mu Qiancheng with some disappointment, and left with Mu Shaoheng in his arms. Because of their sister's early death, the three brothers have always been as fond of Mu Qiancheng as their own sister.

transferred his love for Xiaojiu to Mu Qiancheng, but in the past six months, Mu Chengduo felt that Mu Qiancheng had changed, becoming a little greedy and a little false.

After Mu Chengduo went out with Mu Shaoheng, who was crying and sobbing, Mu Chenghe looked at Mu Qiancheng: "Qiancheng, parents can't stand the toss, so you settle down a little." ”

The words were not too much, but the tone was very cold, so that Mu Qiancheng stood in place and did not dare to squeak.

Mu Chenghe turned around and left after speaking, after all, there are a lot of big Mu Qiancheng. For this sister, there has never been less than what should be. But they don't get along much, like there is a generation gap.

Mu Chengduo hugged the crying little guy and went to his room on the second floor, sat down at the desk and let Mu Shaoheng sit on his lap, and wiped the tears on the children's faces with his big hands: "Okay, don't cry, don't cry, little uncle will fix the painting for you, okay?"

Mu Shaoheng wiped his tears while sobbing and nodding, his eyes full of anticipation.

Mu Chengduo picked up the little guy and asked him to sit on the desk, then took out the glue stick and a new white paper from the drawer, and began to put together the torn pieces of paper.

Mu Shaoheng forgot to cry since his uncle glued the first fragment, and watched Mu Chengduo's movements nervously with holding his breath, with a pool of tears in his eyes, red and cute.

It took half an hour to put together a picture, a little wrinkled, but I could see what was drawn.

Mu Chengduo looked at the ugly and miserable, very abstract painting, and the corners of his eyes twitched. Rubbing the little guy's head: "Who is Hengheng drawing?"

"Mom and Hengheng. Mu Shaoheng happily looked at the glued painting, although there were some wrinkles and gaps.

I picked it up like a treasure and looked at it again.

Mu Chengduo couldn't cry or laugh: "The mother in Hengheng's heart looks like this?"

Mu Shaoheng nodded shyly, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, the mother in his mind is like this, and he painted it according to Aunt Jiang Jiuxi.

The aunt has beautiful hair, big eyes and a small mouth, and he wants the aunt to wear a beautiful princess dress.

Mu Chengduo couldn't bear to hit the child's innocence, and praised it very unwillingly: "Well, the mother painted by Hengheng is so good-looking." ”

Mu Chenghe went to see Father Mu, and chatted with Father Mu for a while before he came up, and saw Mu Shaoheng sitting on the edge of the desk dangling his calves, holding a piece of paper happily.

"Coaxed?"

Mu Chengduo sighed: "That is, I have been very good at handicraft since I was a child. ”

Mu Shaoheng didn't have much joy when he saw Mu Chenghe, but his grandmother shouted: "Dad." ”

The main Mu Chenghe saw him too little, less than ten times a year, and he came and went in a hurry every time, so he didn't have a sense of intimacy with his father.

Mu Chenghe also nodded slightly to this nominal son, and said to Mu Chengduo: "Will Qiancheng take Hengheng to the variety show tomorrow, if not, he will withdraw it." ”

Mu Chengduo nodded: "I think so too, we can afford the liquidated damages." ”

Mu Shaoheng understood, and reached out and tugged at the sleeve of the little uncle: "Little uncle, I want to go." ”

If you go, you can see Aunt Jiang Jiuxi.

Mu Chengduo was a little surprised: "Aren't you afraid that your aunt will murder you again?"

Mu Shaoheng shrank in his heart and shook his head: "Don't be afraid, Hengheng will be very well-behaved and obedient." ”

As long as he can meet Aunt Jiang Jiuxi, he is not afraid of anything.