"You are responsible for the consequences of taking her in." Mu Yunfeng alluded to the identity of the young man, there were others around here, she was embarrassed to say it clearly, but she believed that the young man would understand what she was referring to.

"I know what the consequences are, but I want to try, don't take risks, how do I know that there is more than one possibility of the result, her nature is not bad, I will teach her well." The boy looks at the little girl with hopeful eyes, because the little girl is very much like his former self, and he needs to comfort himself with his past difficulties by changing her situation.

The tense atmosphere was broken by the teenager, the teenager stood up, looked at the blue sky, and then closed his eyes and said, saying in a mature tone, obviously he was young, "Whether you meet the wrong person at the right time, or meet the right person at the wrong time, for the heart, it is an experience!" ”

Life is very short, you have to find an interesting person to be with, your appearance will always change, and your cheeks will be saggy. But the interest in life is like a skill, if you can't learn it, you can't throw it away.

"The consequence of digging out your heart and lungs to others is that others have no heart and lungs for you, digging your heart and lungs." Mu Yunfeng raised his eyes and looked at the young man, looked at the little girl next to him coldly, obviously a little unhappy, and said coldly about his understanding.

"I won't." She hasn't annihilated her humanity yet, why did she say this about herself, although she didn't name herself, but the people around her knew that she was talking about herself.

"It's hard to draw the skin of a tiger, it's hard to know the face but not the heart, and the heart is unpredictable, who can keep the original intention and keep going? Besides, what qualifications do you have to speak here? Mu Yunfeng asked coldly, making the little girl shudder, the last sentence made the little girl's back chill, oozing cold sweat, what do you use to warm people's hearts?

"Luo Luo, you go back and prepare for her food and clothing, Mufu is just short of miscellaneous now, we will go back to the house tomorrow and buy some servants, and I will review the servants one by one." Mu Yunfeng didn't even look at the little girl, his tone was distant, and he placed the little girl in fluttering words.

"Lolo understands." Luo Luo nodded in agreement, the huge mansion of the Mu Mansion, it is difficult to take care of it without a dozen servants, and the money of these servants is still a drop in the bucket for the huge Mu Mansion, and the Mu Mansion is not as good as before, but the foundation is still unshakably deep.

"Lolo, I'm hungry, let's go."

This time the slave was not bought, so he had to try another way, and the slave did not have to be bought to get it, and there were also slaves at the auction?

The auction house under the name of Mu Fu went back to see the situation.

The top priority is to let yourself know your spiritual power as soon as possible, otherwise it will be like a useless waste with brute force.

Cang Fuchen has not been able to contact each other lately, and the color of the rattle has dimmed a lot, there should be some connection between the two.

"Miss is hungry? I'm going to find the kitchen and cook for you. Mu Yunfeng and Luo Luo left first, Luo Luo ran away in order to let Mu Yunfeng eat something as soon as possible, but Mu Yunfeng strolled away.

At this moment, only the boy and the little girl were left in the courtyard, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, and they stayed out of the matter.

The boy looked at the back of the girl leaving in a dashing manner, and felt a little guilty in his heart, but this guilt was only for a moment, fleeting, and after the back was blurred, the young man turned to look at the little girl in front of him.

The young man didn't know that the moment he turned around, when he was back to back, Mu Yunfeng's tears couldn't stop falling.

Seeing someone who once cared for himself with his heart, he will give all his tenderness to another at this moment, it is fake not to be uncomfortable, and it is also fake not to feel distressed.

Growing up is to turn your crying into silent mode, not to comfort you, but to tell you that life is a trivial matter except for life and death, and it is purely fragile and hypocritical to care too much about the so-called injury.

"Thank you."

"What's your name?" He knew her name, but chose to ask again and again, as if that way he could write it down for a long time.