As soon as Mu Xiaoai walked out of the door, a fresh and cool breath rushed to her face, with a faint fragrance and a good smell of flowers, as well as a faint smell of earth, which made people feel instantly refreshed. (.fastest update)

In the distance, the trees stood straight and straight, and the sunlight passed through, and the trees reflected in the green lawn were unusually beautiful, and the sun had just risen, and the mountains were still shrouded in a light mist.

The birds in the woods are chirping and waving their wings, and the green lawn in front of them is a gravel path in the middle of it, and there are street lamps next to it, like a fairyland on earth.

She didn't see much last night, but at the moment under the sun, there was a different kind of beauty, there was a large maple forest growing behind the villa, the red maple leaves were swaying in the wind, and there were a few spins that fell from the sky and fell on the lawn on the ground.

The villa is pure European style, romantic, elegant, noble, luxurious, but also has a kind of pastoral tranquility, and the pothos rattan crawling on it is full of a natural charm.

On the grass in the distance, there were people in black standing there, and everyone looked at the little boy on the ground, and Mu Xiaoai walked over involuntarily.

The bodyguard was naturally vigilant, except for the little boy on the ground, everyone saw Mu Xiaoai coming over, and was about to say hello, Mu Xiaoai shook his head with a smile, and everyone nodded without making a sound.

The little guy is dressed in a small black casual suit today, with a black scarf around his neck, looking handsome and charming, and his feet are stepping on medium-cut leather boots, which are wet and stained with green grass.

The jet-black hair is a little messy, the delicate facial features are cold, obviously in a bad mood, the face is covered with beads of sweat, and the face is very cold, obviously a miniature version of Sikong Jue.

His small mouth pursed slightly, his eyes looked coldly at the target a hundred meters away, wearing black leather gloves on his small hands, holding an ancient bow and arrow, the bow and arrow were not big, obviously specially made for him, but he looked a little difficult to pull up.

The little one's face was expressionless, but the clenched hands showed that he had used a lot of force, drawing the bow, releasing the arrow, and a series of movements to do it in a good way.

With a "whoosh", the arrow was off the string.

Di Yu hid in the dark, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the quiet target in the distance, and the voice of ridicule came from the walkie-talkie next to him.

"Tsk, little master, you didn't wake up, and the light is not good and affects your eyesight, look... Look, don't talk about red hearts, if you can touch the target, I won't say anything, look at you, if you let Sister Leng know, I can guarantee that she is embarrassed to say that your archery was taught by her."

The little guy is obviously in a bad mood, holding arrows, drawing bows, shooting arrows, off the string.

"Little master, look at what your little hands are shaking, I can see it from a hundred meters away, do I still need to look at the target?"

Saucer Yu continued to sigh and sigh.

Mu Xiaoai looked at him, her heart hurt slightly, and she walked over involuntarily, and when she reacted, she was already standing behind Xiao Ziheng.

Xiao Ziheng didn't care about the woman's words, but coldly picked up an arrow again, Mu Xiaoai frowned, and when she reacted, her hand had already reached over and held the middle of the arrow.

The kid Heng was slightly stunned, he seemed to know that she was standing by his side, he didn't turn his head to look at her, but pumped hard, and the arrow slid through Mu Xiaoai's palm.

The pain of drilling her heart slipped through Mu Xiaoai's palm, and she was stunned, but a cut had been made in her palm, and blood was dripping in an instant.

"Miss Mu..."

The faces of the few people next to him changed, and they wanted to step forward, but they were waved by her.

Xiao Ziheng also seemed to realize what he had just done, he first looked at her bleeding palm, his eyes flashed with a hint of apology, and then looked at Mu Xiaoai, his mouth seemed to want to speak, but in the end he bit his lip tightly and turned around silently.

He threw the bow and arrow on the lawn.

"Rob..." The little guy has a cool opening.

The bodyguards next to him looked at each other, looked at Mu Xiaoai, and then looked at Xiao Ziheng on the ground, a little hesitant, Mu Xiaoai clenched the wound, and blood dripped down the palms of his hands.

She frowned, but she didn't feel pain, she looked at the bodyguards around her who were looking at her, and she wondered a little, she wasn't a mommy, why did they all seem to be asking for her permission?

She thought about it, then reached out, and one of the bodyguards put a black pistol in his hand with special cooperation. (Go. Fastest update)

She handed it to the little one.

Xiao Ziheng obviously didn't expect it to evolve like this, he glanced at Mu Xiaoai's eyes, and reached out to take the gun, but he didn't expect that in the next second, his brows furrowed, and Mu Xiaoai was firmly held by Mu Xiaoai, and he couldn't pull the snatch out of her hand.

Everyone looked at these two figures, there were doubts, puzzles, and curiosity...

The two figures, one big and one small, just stood coldly, looking at each other.

The crowd looked at each other and left silently.

"Little one, you don't seem to be very happy today?" Mu Xiaoai smiled and spoke softly.

Xiao Ziheng glanced at her, retracted his hand, and stood coldly without speaking, Mu Xiaoai smiled and sat on the lawn.

"What if there's anything you can tell me, maybe I can fix it for you?"

The little one snorted coldly this time, turned his head to look at her, and then his gaze fell on her bleeding palm, and then looked away.

Does it have anything to do with her?

Mu Xiaoai couldn't figure it out, where did she offend the little master Sikong?

In the next second, Xiao Ziheng suddenly ripped off the gauze around his neck and squatted in front of her, his little hands flexibly bandaged her wounds, although he was not very skilled, but he did it well, and Mu Xiaoxin's soft mouth hurt slightly.

She looked at the child in front of her, if Ziheng was still there, would it be the same as him, her eyes were a little sloppy, until Xiao Ziheng spoke again, she came back to her senses.

"You lied to me?"

"Huh?" Mu Xiaoai was stunned, when did she deceive him?

Seeing her obviously forgotten expression, Xiao Ziheng's eyes were cold, and he immediately put them away, his eyes turned red, and he sniffed and stopped talking.

Mu Xiaoai was powerless to support his forehead, and reached out to hold him in his arms, Xiao Ziheng's body instantly stiffened, and he looked up at Mu Xiaoai.

"Tell me, how did Auntie lie to you?" She found that she had very little patience to coax the child, maybe she was subconsciously treating him as Ziheng.

The little guy looked up at her, bit his lip tightly, his eyes flashed with tears, and said, "You said you wanted to sleep with me last night, but you lied!" ”

"Ahem..." Mu Xiaoai was directly choked by her own saliva, dare to love for this?

Did she say that?

Said!

But can you blame her?

Her eyes opened, and she didn't know where she was.

The little one seemed to be angry, and turned his head away from her, ignoring her.

"You really can't blame Auntie for what happened last night, you see if Auntie fell asleep with you at that time"

Xiao Ziheng lowered his head and thought about it, then nodded.

"But Auntie didn't know that she woke up and went back to her room!"

Khan, she's telling the truth.

Xiao Ziheng stopped talking, his brows furrowed, and then raised his expectant gaze to look at her, and said weakly, "Then can you sleep with me tonight?" ”

Mu Xiaoai wanted to refuse, she still thought that she would return to the Snow Palace later, but at this moment, when she saw the little guy's tearful eyes, she couldn't say anything about refusal.

"Good!"

"I'll wake up in the morning to see you!"

"Good!"

Two in a row, how can Mu Xiaoai feel as if she has been deceived.

"Does it still hurt?" Xiao Ziheng raised her hand and asked.

"It doesn't hurt" Mu Xiaoai smiled and looked at him.

The little guy's face returned to a smile, "Plop plop..." In the distant woods, the panicked sound of a bird was suddenly heard.

A wicked smile flashed at the corner of Xiao Ziheng's mouth, he got up, and picked up the bow and arrow on the ground unhurriedly, before Mu Xiaoai could see it clearly, the arrow was off the string.

"Ahhh Little Master·· I was wrong..."

Then a black shadow fell from the tree and slammed into the ground, holding the arrow that Xiao Ziheng had shot just now.

The boy Heng blinked his eyes, showed a bright smile, and made a flying kiss to the girl in the distance, and then turned his head to her and said, "Let's go!" ”

The little guy was obviously overcast and cloudy, Mu Xiaoai squatted down, held him in his arms and walked towards the villa.

"Aunt Xiaoai, shall we go strawberry picking later?"

The little one was in her arms, clearly excited.

"Good!"

Mu Xiaoai smiled and nodded, how did she feel that she was bewitched by the little guy.

As soon as the two of them reached the door, they saw Sikong Jue with a dark face.

"Where did you go?"

Mu Xiaoai bit her lip and put Ziheng on the ground, Xiao Ziheng looked at the daddy in front of him with a little timidity, and his little hand slowly behind his back.

Mu Xiaoai rubbed his head with his hand and motioned for him to go in first, Xiao Ziheng turned his head to look at her, and then looked at his father, and then walked into the villa.

"Are you hurt??"

The man was already approaching, and his injured hand had been firmly grasped in his hand, his face was instantly gloomy, and his cold eyes were cold.

In the next second, the scarf on her hand had been torn apart, and the original bleeding had stopped, but it was stuck with the scarf, and the wound was broken open again.

"I..."

Before Mu Xiaoai's words were finished, she had already been held in his arms and walked into the villa, and the man was full of great displeasure and coldness.

"How did you get hurt?"

He put her on the sofa, squatted in front of her and asked coldly, a pair of spiritual eyes looked at her coldly, as if he would go to the culprit in the next second, and the body would be broken into pieces.

"Ahem... Sikong Jue, don't look at me like that, let people see it, and think how nervous you are about me? ”

She was stared at by his burning gaze, a little breathless, and said a particularly idiotic word, originally thought that in the next second, he would be furious, but in fact it was not.

"Lao Tzu has only been nervous about you from the beginning to the end!" Sikong Jue opened his mouth domineeringly, but at this time, a childish voice interjected.

"Daddy, what about me?"

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