Mu Jingxuan followed behind Li Junyan and chased him out.

Mu Jingxuan's heart was flustered.

When Mu Jingxuan saw Grandpa Tai for the first time, he could feel that Grandpa Tai loved him from the bottom of his heart. However, he only had time to get together with his grandfather for one night, and his grandfather left him forever.

Mu Jingxuan felt that the people he could rely on, one left, the other fell, no matter how precocious and precocious he was, after all, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy.

Mu Jingxuan was very afraid, afraid that the family he had waited for for thirteen years, and finally waited for him, would leave him in an instant.

Mu Jingxuan was also afraid that Shao Jingci would dislike him for being an ominous person, as soon as he came to this home, his grandfather passed away, and Shao Jingci fell ill again.

Mu Jingxuan looked forward to it more than anyone else, and from Liu Qingwu's mouth, he heard the news that Shao Jingci was safe and sound.

"Qingwu, what's wrong with Jingci?" Li Junyan's voice was as faint as water.

Liu Qingwu didn't pay attention to him at all, and left directly, his high heels stepped on the marble floor, and the master's mood could be heard from the footsteps, which was really not very good.

"Liu Qingwu, what are you crazy about? Can you say something well?" Li Junyan's voice was as clear as water, but there was a strong force that could not be refused.

Liu Qingwu suddenly stopped without warning, turned around, approached Li Junyan step by step, and asked one after another: "You have been with Shao Jingci all day, he has worked day and night at the expense of his health, how do you watch him? How many times have I told you? He needs to rest and recuperate well, do you take it as the wind in your ears?"

The corners of Li Junyan's lips curled slightly, and his smile was a little cold: "Do you say much about Shao Jingci these words? Is he a person who can listen to other people's words?"

Li Junyan has an independent immortal face, and the words that come out of the cold timbre can always choke a person to death.

Liu Qingwu was speechless, so she could only turn around and leave.

"Where are you going again? Shao Jingci hasn't woken up yet, you don't care about him?" Li Junyan had to keep her, he really couldn't handle those drip hanging needles.

Liu Qingwu didn't look back, walked to the kitchen without stopping, and said angrily: "I'll go and cook medicinal food for Shao Jingci to regulate my body." Don't worry, I won't leave, I'm afraid Shao Jingci will die in your hands!"

When Liu Qingwu received a call from Li Junyan, she had already expected this one.

No one knows Shao Jingci's physical condition better than Liu Qingwu. Shao Jingci's body has always been taken care of by Liu Qingwu. Before coming, Liu Qingwu had already packed and brought all the physiotherapy machines, medicinal materials, medicinal diets, and his own personal supplies that Shao Jingci might use. She didn't dare to expect Li Junyan to take care of the sick.

Liu Qingwu was busy in the kitchen, and inadvertently saw Mu Jingxuan standing quietly behind him.

Liu Qingwu stopped the busyness in her hand, put away the face of the late lady, chuckled, and stared down at Mu Jingxuan's face: "You are Jingxuan, right?"

Mu Jingxuan instinctively took a step back and nodded slightly.

Looking at the little boy who was as obedient as a kitten, Liu Qingwu's heart spread a trace of indescribable tenderness: "You came to me on purpose, is there something wrong?"

Mu Jingxuan's toes gently kicked the dustless ground, and said in a low voice: "I want to learn how to make medicinal food with you, and I can make it for my father every day in the future." ”