Of course Chen Yuanle was willing, "Okay, wait a minute, my mother will take you to see where my mother lives-"

"Good!"

After changing her clothes, she took him out of the room, "Where does Xiao Chen want to go?" ”

"Hey, is there a garden here?" Song Yuchen tilted his head and looked up at her.

"Of course!"

Mu Senchuan's voice sounded behind them, "Uncle is going with you, okay?" ”

Of course not! This is his and his mother's "two-person world!" ”

Song Yuchen was angry when he saw him, this was obviously the time he spent with his mother, what was this person doing? Spoiling the atmosphere?

But he couldn't refuse as a child, so he had to nod, "Okay, Uncle Mu......"

Chen Yuanle heard that his tone was a little unhappy, but he didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was not used to it, "Xiao Chen, let's go take a look!" ”

Along the way, Song Yuchen didn't let go of her hand, and Mu Senchuan always stood by her side, and he and Mu Senchuan sandwiched her in the middle like a baked cake, which made him even more unhappy.

"Xiao Chen, look, this is the garden designed by Uncle Mu himself!"

Looking down her hand, there wasn't much on a green lawn, just a few benches and a few pine trees.

That's it, is it also called design?

He thought back to his family's garden and suddenly felt a little homesick......

"Your mother likes simplicity, so Uncle Mu doesn't put much stuff here, if Xiao Chen doesn't like it, we'll go somewhere else!"

Song Yuchen was even more unhappy when he heard this, and sounded as if he knew his mother very well, "There is really nothing to see here." He said lightly and looked at Mu Senchuan, "Uncle Mu, then let's go and see other places!" ”

"Is this kid hostile to me?" Mu Senchuan guessed in his heart, and said another sentence, "Okay, let's go indoors and have a look!" ”

"Mom, let's go!" Song Yuchen took Chen Yuanle's hand and deliberately walked in front of Mu Senchuan.

Chen Yuanle thought that he would like simple things as much as himself, but it seemed that this was not the case, but it was not harmful, so he laughed again, "Since Xiao Chen doesn't like it, let's look elsewhere!" ”

He and Chen Yuanle walked together, and Mu Senchuan followed behind them.

"Xiao Chen, look, this is Uncle Mu's study, and my mother's study is the one next to it."

He nodded, "It turns out that not only are the rooms separate for you and Uncle Mu, but also the study rooms?" ”

"Yes." Chen Yuanle smiled, "Actually, it's just a wall." ”

He wrote it down in his heart, it seems that Uncle Mu and his mother don't really live together, and everything has to be divided into "you" and "me", so if he and his father work harder, they will definitely let their mother return to them!

Mu Senchuan also spoke at this time, "Xiao Chen, there are a lot of fun little things in Uncle Mu's study, do you want to go and see them?" ”

What gadgets I haven't seen Song Yuchen before? But since you invited me to see it, then I agreed!

"Okay, thank you Uncle Mu!"

Mu Senchuan pushed open the door and motioned for the two of them to go in, "Xiao Chen, my uncle said just now, don't be polite here, don't say anything thank you or not!" ”

He thought that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but he didn't expect to hear the child actually say: "My father taught me that when I should say thank you, I should say it, this is my upbringing." ”

Hearing this, Mu Senchuan knew that this kid was indeed hostile to him!

"Our Xiao Chen is really a sensible child!"

He wanted to refute Song Yuchen, but when he heard Chen Yuanle laughing so happily, he had to hold back, "Come in and take a look!" ”

The eyes of the two turned to the room—

Mu Senchuan's desk is different from the modern one-panel style, but a set of retro-style tables and chairs, revealing classical beauty all over the body. Next to the table and chair is a whole row of bookshelves, on which not only a lot of books are placed, but also a lot of small antiques - clay pots, jade, tea cups, vases...... There are also things like calligraphy, paintings, and landscape paintings hanging on the walls.

There is a small yellow light above these things, which illuminates them even brighter.

When Song Yuchen saw this, he knew in his heart, it seemed that the gadgets in Uncle Mu's mouth were these things, and he had to admit that these things looked really good.

Chen Yuanle has not entered his study since he moved to this new home, and now that he looks at it, the layout of her study is too concise.

"This ......" Chen Yuanle picked up a long-necked jade pot and observed it carefully in his hand, "Mu Senchuan, this was bought at an auction abroad the year before last, right?" ”

Mu Senchuan took the jade pot, "That's right, I remember that the competition was fierce at that time, and many people wanted this pot!" He gently lowered the jade pot on the shelf again, for fear of breaking it.

"Yes, I also remembered, at that time, everyone thought the ingredients of this pot were very good." She rubbed the surface of the jade pot with her fingertips, "You look at the color of Qin, it is already white chicken bones, it is indeed a good pot!" ”

"Mom, do you like these things?" Song Yuchen blinked her with black grape-like eyes and asked, "But Xiao Chen can't understand what you're talking about......

Only then did she realize that the child had been neglected, and quickly said distressedly: "Xiao Chen, I'm sorry, my mother only pays attention to the pot——"

Song Yuchen interrupted her, "It's okay, Mom, just from the conversation between you and Uncle Mu, I know that Mom likes antiques in addition to sports cars!" He learned about his mother's preferences, and he added a touch of happiness to his heart.

"And that's not all, your mom has so many things to like." Mu Senchuan spoke again, and took a teacup from the shelf and handed it to him, "Xiao Chen, do you want to take a closer look at this?" ”

He took the oval green tea cup, saw that there was a yellow pattern on it, and was a little puzzled, "Mom, what is this yellow thing?" ”

Chen Yuanle bent down and carefully observed the tea cup he held high, "Ah, this is called gold painting, which is a decorative method, using gold dust or gold water to decorate patterns on these things, you see, is this pattern particularly beautiful?" ”

"Hmm-" He put his hand down, trying to take a closer look at it, but he didn't expect the teacup to be so smooth that it slipped directly out of his hand and shattered on the ground!

Seeing the fragments of the ground, the three of them gasped-

"This ......" Mu Senchuan bent down and picked up the fragments, speechless for a while, this teacup was broken like this, there is no way to repair it!

Song Yuchen was also stunned, and wanted to apologize immediately, but he didn't expect to be frightened by Mu Senchuan's eyes, "Uncle Mu, I, I didn't mean to!" ”

"You still say it wasn't intentional, look at this fragment, how do you want me to fix it?" Mu Senchuan looked at these fragments with anger, and his majestic and angry voice echoed in this room, directly scaring Song Yuchen into tears.

"Wow...... Mom, uncle, me, I really didn't mean to! Song Yuchen cried, not knowing what to say.

Chen Yuanle was very distressed, and quickly hugged Song Yuchen in his hand, and he also hugged her neck tightly, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't hold the tea cup steadily, but I really didn't do that on purpose!" Uncle, he wronged me......"

She deeply felt the violently beating heart in the child's chest, and it seemed that the child was really frightened, "Mu Senchuan, it's just a tea cup, is it necessary for you to murder a child like this?" ”

"A teacup, that's it?"

Is that all?

The two of them bid together at auction! Thinking about how much homework they did and how much effort it took to get this teacup in their hands, now she doesn't care?

A fluttering sentence of "just a tea cup" pierced Mu Senchuan's heart.

In fact, the reason why he was so angry was because the teacup was indeed useless, and secondly, because talking to Song Yuchen today always made him feel uncomfortable, so he said it so sharply.

Looking at Chen Yuanle's heartbroken child's face, he had no choice but to hold back the anger in his heart, "I'm sorry, Xiao Chen." He patted the back of Song Yuchen, who was crying in Chen Yuanle's arms, and tried to soften his voice, "It's just a tea cup, it's my uncle's fault, I shouldn't have murdered you." ”

Learning Chen Yuanle's words, he was very distressed, but he was helpless.

Mu Senchuan couldn't make Chen Yuanle feel that he didn't like Song Yuchen, so he had to be patient and bowed his head and apologized.

Fortunately, Song Yuchen is not an unreasonable bear child, "Uncle Mu, you don't have to apologize to me, it was Xiao Chen who did something wrong, Xiao Chen should tell you I'm sorry!" ”

Chen Yuanle patted his face soothingly, "Xiao Chen, it's okay, uncle won't blame you!" ”

Hearing her say this, Mu Senchuan hurriedly answered, "Yes, I won't blame you, don't cry yet, let's go to dinner later, okay?" ”

"Okay." Song Yuchen nodded, "But Uncle Mu, as for the teacup I broke just now, I will ask my father to compensate you later......"

What is this called, does the president of his dignified Mu Group even need someone to give a tea cup?

He clenched his fists, but on the surface, he smiled at Song Yuchen like a spring breeze, "It's okay, don't say anything about whether you pay or not, my uncle asked someone to prepare a children's meal for you, and we'll eat it later, okay?" ”

Chen Yuanle didn't wait for Song Yuchen to speak, so he said: "Okay, I'll change the child's clothes first, and my face will cry." ”

Looking at the figure of her holding Song Yuchen and leaving, the anger that Mu Senchuan had just suppressed suddenly came up again, "I broke my things, I still have to smile and say it's okay." He sneered, "Obviously, you didn't want Chen Yuanle before, and now you want to snatch her back, right?" I tell you, it can't be! ”

He closed the door of the study, sat on the chair, and stabilized his mood a little, "But judging from the current situation, there must be no stiffness between me and Song Yuchen, otherwise Yuan Le will be unhappy." ”

But who will take care of his unhappy emotions?