The next day, after Jian Xinrou finished washing, she politely greeted Mu Jinsheng, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and Mu Zheng rushed over like a small cannonball, jumped on Mu Jinsheng's back, and strangled his neck.

"Little villain, you dare to sneak up on Dad, see if I don't beat your ass!"

The father and son were fighting, and Mu Zheng giggled happily.

Looking at this scene, Jian Xinrou was unexpectedly moved.

It seems that her stereotype of Mr. Mu at the beginning was a complete misunderstanding.

He is a kind person, so he adopted Mu Zheng, and he is a good father who loves his children.

When I saw Mu Zheng, I knew that Mr. Mu educated him very well, maybe Xiao Zheng is not a good student or a good child in the traditional sense, but he is lively and smart, coquettish, and likable, and his eyes are like light when he laughs.

Even if there is no blood relationship, they are already biological father and son, and no one will be able to cut off the family relationship between the two people.

After breakfast, Mu Zheng followed behind Mu Jinsheng and told him to go home early at noon, and Jian Xinrou also sent people to the entrance.

Mu Jinsheng answered the phone, answered a few times seriously, scooped up his son and kissed his forehead, and subconsciously turned sideways and touched Jian Xinrou's forehead.

Suddenly, the atmosphere froze, and the two of them froze at the same time.

Looking at each other, Jian Xinrou took the lead in looking away in a panic, wishing that there was a crack in the ground that she could get into.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu, it's not too early, go to work quickly, I'll clean up the kitchen!" She stammered again when she was nervous.

"Ahem! I see, then I'm sorry for you, Mr. Jane. Mu Jinsheng touched his nose, which was his habitual action when he was embarrassed, turned around and opened the door and walked out, with a faint reluctance in his heart.

Jian Xinrou lowered her head in a panic and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and the little Mu Zheng stood in the living room, looked at the door, looked at the kitchen, and touched her little chin decently.

It is rare to have a holiday, and Mrs. Mujia naturally wants to see her precious grandson. Although she wants to see her son get married and start a family as soon as possible, her love for Mu Zheng is also sincere.

"Grandma~" Mu Zheng threw herself into Mrs. Mu's arms, lying coquettishly.

"Huh! Good grandson, let grandma see, how is it thin again! Did your dad abuse you? ”

"yes!" Mu Zheng hurriedly complained, "Dad didn't allow me to eat cake, and let me eat grass!" Grandma, you're going to scold him! ”

"Mm-hmm, grandma is going to beat him!"

Mu Jinsheng looked at the old man helplessly: "Mom, don't follow him to coax, look at what this kid has become, he is simply a little bully in the kindergarten." ”

Madame Mu is good-looking, although she is over fifty years old, she is still like a woman in her thirties, and there are not many wrinkles on her face.

Mr. Mu dotes on his wife, and Mrs. Mu has been smooth sailing from childhood to adulthood to old age, happy and safe, and naturally more optimistic than other peers.

"Nonsense, we are very well-behaved, you don't always have to be so fierce, otherwise I will take the Zheng over and raise it myself!" Madame Shepherd said reproachfully.

When the topic of Mu Zheng was over, Mrs. Mu began to nag the old student again, asking her son which girl he had a crush on.

"Last time, your Aunt Song's Qianqian was so quiet and soft-spoken, you actually made people angry and ran away, you really deserve to be beaten!" Mrs. Mu looked at Mu Jinsheng dissatisfiedly, "You are twenty-six, if you don't please your wife anymore, when you become an older bachelor, no one will look down on you." ”

"Mom, this kind of thing also depends on fate, and I can't even look down on the ones you introduced."

"Tell me about you, how high is your vision, and what kind of girl can get into your eyes?" Madame Mu asked.

Mu Zheng, who had been drinking drinks obediently, suddenly stood up, trotted to Mrs. Mu's side, pulled her sleeve, and secretly said, "Grandma, in fact, Dad already has someone he likes!" ”

"Really?" Mrs. Mu was surprised and delighted, "Eh, why don't you tell your mother if you have a sweetheart?" How old is the little girl, where is she from, what kind of work she does, and is there any photo you can show to your mother? ”