The night is getting deeper and quieter.

Because of the jet lag, Wen Xiaonuo was not sleepy, and after washing, she obediently lay in the quilt, pretending to be asleep, just to wait for her mother to sleep, so that she could go to the living room to find her Uncle Muyang.

Wen Xia didn't know what her daughter whispered to Muyang, and she didn't have time to care about it, because she didn't even understand her own thoughts.

Looking at her daughter sleeping quietly beside her, her heart was soft, but when she thought that she would see her son who she hadn't seen for four years and five days after dawn, guilt swept over her body and mind.

Time passed minute by minute, I don't know how long it took, the daughter in her arms moved slightly, called her tentatively, didn't get her response, and got out of bed lightly.

She didn't think much about it, thinking that her daughter was getting up to go to the bathroom, thinking that she knew how to go to the bathroom, and the night light was also on in the room, so she pretended to be asleep and didn't get up.

Unexpectedly, her daughter went straight out of the door, and did not forget to close the door gently.

The villain, who was only four years old, would have lied to her, and he must have gone to Muyang to get tired.

For the sake of her not seeing Muyang for more than a month, and it was the first time she returned to China, Wen Xia didn't call her back, sighed softly, relaxed her whole body, and collapsed on the bed.

It doesn't matter if her daughter is not around, she can not pretend, she can be sad when she wants to be sad, and cry when she wants to.

Crying and crying, she felt very bored, got up and washed her face, and then looked at the time, it was six o'clock in the morning, and she simply didn't sleep.

Putting on makeup, changing clothes, she went downstairs wearing only socks, just to not make a noise to anyone.

By the light of her mobile phone, she successfully came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and it was empty, only to remember that this villa had not been occupied by before she came.

Closing the built-in refrigerator door, Wen Xia decided to go out for breakfast and then report to kindergarten early.

Who knows, as soon as she walked out of the kitchen door, she bumped into a person head-on, and it didn't hurt, but it scared her a lot.

"Did it hurt?" The man asked in a panic, put all the things he was holding on the ground, and reached out to help Wen Xia, who had just stood firmly.

Wen Xia waved his hand, heard Mu Han's voice, stopped his instinctive action to avoid that hand, and let him hold himself up, and said "It's okay".

Mu Han put his mind at ease, reluctantly let go of his hand, and then turned on the kitchen light.

The sudden brightness made Wen Xia feel dazzling, raised his hand to block the light, and took it away after a few seconds, but he didn't dare to look up, not knowing how to meet Mu Han alone.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Mu Han bent down and put away the various ingredients and seasonings he had just bought one by one, "Do you know how to make breakfast?" ”

Wen Xia, who has lived abroad for five years, is very good at cooking Chinese food, but she doesn't know what to think in her head, so she shook her head, not at all.

Ten minutes later, Wen Xia ate the breakfast made by Mu Han.

A very simple egg cake with green onions, rolled up, cut, arranged, with a cut of cucumber in the middle, and two cherry tomatoes, the color looks tempting. Plus a bowl of tomato egg drop soup, which is very warm to the stomach.

It seems that he, who is a father, has taken care of his son personally, rather than throwing it directly to the nanny.

"Thank you, the breakfast was delicious, I ate it well." After eating breakfast quietly, Wen Xia looked at Mu Han with a smile and thanked him sincerely.

Mu Han also just finished eating, bent his lips, raised his hand to gently his temples, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Then you wash the dishes?" I have some headaches. ”

Wen Xia suddenly regretted it, knowing that he had a headache, she said that she could cook!

This is over, and the god sent the ghost to destroy his image of a good wife and mother in order to eat the food he cooked!!

He doesn't dislike himself, does he?