Nanxian stared at Mu Ling indifferently, as if he was planning something.

Let him pull his belly for a month?

No, it's too light!

Or...... Poisoned? Intestines wear belly rotten?

No, he's making a mistake with his mouth.

So...... Just make him dumb? Can't be fierce anymore?

It's still too light.

Well, just let him ...... Poisonous sores on the mouth?

It's doable.

With a snap, Gu Yiyi had already picked up the teacup and smashed it towards Mu Ling.

Mu Ling felt the identity on the side of his ear, and on the side of his body, he dodged over.

Seeing his daughter's movements, Gu Shi was still drinking tea quietly, with a smile on his face, and he didn't stop it.

"Mansion Master, what does Miss Gu mean by this?"

Gu Shi had a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my daughter, she naturally likes to smash things, just now she saw that you were unhappy, and she couldn't hold back all of a sudden, Mu Shaozhu, Yiyi is still a child, should you worry about a child?" ”

Mu Lingqi's face was deformed, he naturally couldn't worry about Gu Yi one by one, and turned his head again to turn his gaze to the wind.

"Nanxian is my son, I-"

Syllable!

Another cup slammed over.

Mu Ling dodged it, the cup accidentally smashed on Chen Qingyan's body, and her tears flowed down in pain.

"Miss Gu—"

"Daddy!" Gu Yi turned his head one by one and said aggrievedly, "He yelled at me." ”

Gu Shi's hand slammed into force, crushing the teacup in his hand, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked up expressionlessly: "What is the matter with Young Master Mu?" ”

Mu Ling's face froze.

This is a ruthless person who disagrees with each other and kills the former lord of the mansion himself.

He can't afford to mess with him.

Gu Shi held back the anger in his heart, and turned his head to look at the wind: "Nanxian, he is my ......"

Maybe it was because what happened just now still left him with a psychological shadow, and as soon as he said a few words, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Gu Yiyi.

Seeing that Gu Yiyi was eating the fruit seriously, he was relieved in his heart and continued.

"Nanxian is my son, I don't agree with you to get started, you can't get started! What's more, you also instigated plain clothes! ”

Nanxian looked at Mu Ling calmly, and then turned to Feng Ruqi: "Can I speak?" ”

This tone, cautious, did not correspond to his cold momentum.

"Oh, what do you want to say?" The moment the wind tilted its head, all the ostentatious domineering disappeared, and the smile was beautiful.

"I'm not from the Mu family—"

Nanxian's simple words made everyone present change their faces.

He said he ...... Not from the Mu family?

Isn't Nanxian extremely filial to Mu Ling? Why did he say such things in public?

"Brother Ling," Chen Qingyan saw that Mu Ling wanted to be angry again, she held back her tears of pain and reluctantly smiled, "Forget it, the old man's birthday, don't make a fuss, Miss Feng wants to stay, she can stay, no matter what, wait for the old man's birthday to solve it, how about it?" ”

Mu Ling took a deep breath, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes dark.

This woman really has the ability to instigate plain clothes and tempt Nanxian! If it weren't for Qing Yan speaking for her this time, he wouldn't have let him go easily!

"Nanxian," Feng Rutian noticed the man beside him quietly raising his hand, and hurriedly clenched his fist, smiling, "When the birthday is over, it will be okay if you want to tie him up at the city gate and beat him, don't forget the other purpose of our visit today." ”

Nanxian's hand then fell.

A cold body, like a fairy like a god.

Mu Ling didn't know at all, just now, unconsciously, he picked up a life, and still looked at the wind with that fierce gaze.