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Chi Ying had just been walking for a minute.

The door to the lounge was pushed open by a fat hand, and a small figure squeezed in and called sweetly to the person who was eating.

"Little uncle."

Ji Muyi looked out with a restrained expression, and Mu Nan was standing there a little restrainedly, followed by a bodyguard carrying food. "Ji Shao!" Ji Muyi hurriedly interrupted him.

"Just act like you don't know me."

Mu Nan finally sneaked over.

"Little uncle, I'll let them guard at the door, no one will come to disturb us at this time, I'll give you chicken legs!" Ji Muyi didn't let him call him in public, and he had to treat him as a stranger, that is, now he dared to be so presumptuous.

The bodyguard put the lunch box on the small table and opened it, brought a chair to Mu Nan, and waited for the people before retreating to the door. Mu Nan didn't eat the crew's box lunch, he was still too young, and there were special chefs who made him all kinds of cute box lunches.

There is no way, children are sometimes too difficult to eat, and they have to be coaxed, so there are now various styles of bento. Fortunately, although Mu Nan also occasionally likes to play petty, he usually becomes very well-behaved when he is looked at by Ji Muyi's cold eyes.

He listened to Ji Muyi more than his parents.

The box that Mu Nan was holding in his hand was also quite beautiful.

But compared to the one in Ji Mu's hand, it seems to be a little unsightly.

Mu Nan is cute, and the one prepared by Ji Muyi for Chi Ying seems to have been beautifully carved, retro and good-looking.

"Hey, little uncle, your box is bigger and more beautiful than mine?" Mu Nan cautiously approached Ji Muyi with a boxed lunch. "Uncle, can I taste the contents of your box?" After speaking, he unceremoniously carried the spoon and stretched it out to the lunch box in front of Ji Muyi.

As soon as he touched the edge, he was stopped by Ji Muyi.

"Wait, no, I can't give it to you." What are you kidding, he won't let this little kid touch it.

"Why!" Mu Nan looked at Ji Muyi with his watery and innocent eyes.

"Because...... Because this is left by the little aunt to the uncle, if you eat it and the little aunt knows, she won't like the little uncle, then you won't have the little aunt in the end. ”

As soon as he heard that there was no little aunt, Mu Nan immediately became serious.

"This can't be helped, my aunt and grandmother said that if I can marry you, don't return it, it's a big deal that we will suffer a little loss, give each other a little more money."

Kikiichi: ????

Shut up, little broken boy.

If you don't speak, I can continue to be your uncle.

Mu Nan was happily eating with his cute little lunch box, he knew that Ji Muyi was playing games, and there was a big club, and he was still in charge of people. What is even more proud is that Ji Muyi led the world championship this year and became one of the most popular fried chickens in the game circle this year. It's been a while since we last met, and the moment I saw Ji Muyi was undoubtedly excited and happy.

But his little uncle seemed to have more important things to do and didn't have time to spend with him.

I finally managed to win such a little time, and I cherish it very much.

"Uncle, when are you leaving!"

"Afternoon!"

"So fast?" Originally, I wanted him to spend more time with me.

"And when are you coming back?"

Well, this one! Of course, the sooner the better. "Don't worry! Soon. "He wouldn't allow himself to show up too late.

"Really?" Poor baby, I thought it was Ji Muyi who had the next time for him.

But I didn't know that this little uncle was thinking about the next time he came to see Chi Ying.