Mu Shuyao was actually mentally prepared, Ning Hongjie would not be able to bring the cubs back until the evening.

She admits that there is a gambling mentality in this.

She actually wanted to see how far Ning Hongjie could protect her cubs without her intervention.

To her surprise, at ten o'clock, she received a call from Ning Hongjie, asking her about the noon arrangement.

"They have other things to do next, I'll go back to the Ruyue store in a while, if you can't make it, I'll solve the lunch nearby."

Ning Hongjie said, "We can leave at eleven o'clock, you send me the address, and we will meet later." ”

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Mu Shuyao saw the two of them in the private restaurant that Ning Hongjie had ordered.

The cub's expression was brisk, and it was obvious that he had not encountered any criticism in the Ning family.

"Baby, are you having fun?"

The little guy nodded, "Hmm! The garden in Uncle Ning's house is so big, the same as Uncle Zhang's, there are many beautiful flowers and orchards. ”

Mu Shuyao and Ning Hongjie have been married for a few years, and they know that the back garden of the Ning family's mansion is very large, but she has not walked around much in other places except for the greenhouse flower room, and she doesn't know about the orchard.

"Oh? What's planted in the orchard? ”

The little guy wrenched his hand and indexed, "There are grapefruits, strawberries, and many others, Uncle Ning said, take me to pick strawberries during the Spring Festival, is it okay?" Mommy! ”

Mu Shuyao nodded, "Yes, remember to bring some back for me to taste when the time comes!" ”

The little guy tilted his head and looked at her strangely, "Mommy, aren't you going with us?" ”

Ning Hongjie, who finished ordering, also cast an expectant glance at her.

Mu Shuyao persuaded herself to let the cub try to accept the Ning family's affection, but it didn't mean that she also had to have any communication or contact with those people in the Ning family.

Therefore, she shook her head without thinking about it, "Of course not, I have other things to do during the Spring Festival!" ”

The little guy let out a disappointed "oh......", and the light in Ning Hongjie's eyes also went out.

After lunch, the two men who were forced to take a nap went back to the apartment to take a nap together, and Mu Shuyao went back to the studio.

Chang Ruoru re-vacated her office a few days ago, she slept in the small lounge of the office, and continued to work overtime after getting up.

At the end of the year, there were a lot of things, plus the expansion of the studio, and the old customers in the past almost knew that she had returned, so she was a dual identity as a designer and a boss, and things were piled up.

She was engrossed in her work until there was a knock on the door, and then the little one's smiling face peeked out through the crack in the door.

"Mommy, it's time to get off work!"

Mu Shuyao smiled at him, "Baby, sit down for a while, wait for me to finish this painting." ”

The little guy smiled and gave her an OK gesture, pushed open the door and walked in softly, followed by Ning Hongjie who was holding a large bouquet of red roses.

Mu Shuyao was stabbed by this big red smear, and after a while, he smiled bitterly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Ning Hongjie walked up to her desk and handed over the flowers with both hands.

"This is what I owe you!"

"Huh?" , Mu Shuyao stared at him very strangely.

Ning Hongjie seemed a little nervous, took a deep breath, and said.

"This is a birthday present I owe you, and I've been looking for a chance to make it up to you, even though it's not your birthday today......"

Mu Shuyao finally remembered that the meal she was planning for a few years ago, the birthday gift she casually proposed, was finally disturbed by Mu Liying's splashing of boiling water......

Mu Shuyao sighed a little helplessly, and reached out to take the big bouquet of flowers.

"Okay, I accepted, thank you!"

In front of his son, Mu Shuyao didn't want to embarrass Ning Hongjie.

And if he hadn't mentioned it, she would have forgotten about it.

As far as she is concerned, many things with Ning Hongjie have long been old things, and they have already been turned over.

She also thought that Ning Hongjie was the same.

But the bouquet of flowers in his hand seemed to indicate that in Ning Hongjie's place, all the things in the past had been stuck in his heart, and he couldn't get past it.

If it was more than half a year ago, Mu Shuyao would not have received this bouquet.

She is a vulgar person and never forces herself to forgive anyone.

But from the moment he risked his life to push her away, the corner of the glacier in her heart began to slowly loosen and melt.

She may not be able to respond to his feelings, but she can still help him turn the page of the past.

"The flowers are beautiful, thank you!"

Ning Hongjie's expression was complicated, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded, turned around and led the cub to the living room and sat down.

After Mu Shuyao was done, the three of them had dinner at a nearby restaurant, and then took a turn in the small park next to the restaurant to eat, and at eight o'clock, Ning Hongjie sent the mother and son back to Chang Ruoru's house.

After coaxing the cub to sleep, Mu Shuyao went to take a bath and walked out of the living room refreshed.

The bouquet of flowers sent by Ning Hongjie, because it was too big, Mu Shuyao was afraid that the smell would be too strong in the bedroom and it would not be good for the cub's respiratory tract, so she rested on the TV cabinet, and when she sat down on the sofa, when she looked up, she saw a big bouquet of flowers.

"Mr. Ning is chasing really hard!"

Chang Ruoru teased and looked at her closer, "Have you been moved to cry?" ”

Mu Shuyao rolled his eyes, "Yes, I was so moved that I burst into tears." ”

Chang Ruoru wanted to say something, but Mu Shuyao brought the topic to work, the two chatted for more than an hour, and after chatting, Chang Ruoru said that she was a little hungry, Mu Shuyao got up and went to give her a bowl of noodles, the noodles were still boiling in the pot, Chang Ruoru kicked and walked into the kitchen.

"Are you so hungry? I knew to cook instant noodles for you. ”

Chang Ruoru directly handed the iPad in her hand to her eyes, "Something happened to the Mu family, do you want to gossip?" ”

Mu Shuyao took it and glanced at the title, "There is a crisis in the accounts of the Mu Group, and the sale of two property buildings at a low price solves the urgent need." ”

In the past few years, Mu Shuyao has been based on the principle of not seeing out of sight and being clean, and has basically not paid much attention to Muhammad's news.

Back then, she wanted to track down Qin Biling's framing of her mother, but in the end, because of her mother's death, she didn't want to add more trouble to Zhang Haoguan, and after leaving the sad place, she completely separated herself from the Mu family.

After that, all kinds of things in the Mu family were picked up and told to her by Chang Ruoru.

Including Mu Liying, after the compulsory abstinence, she was finally used as a marriage tool by the Mu family because of the decline of the Mu family, and married a middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old to continue the strings, and the Mu family temporarily slowed down the decline because of the status and power of this son-in-law.

In the past few years, although the Mu family has not expanded aggressively with a strong counterattack, it has maintained its original foundation and has survived in stability so far.

At this time, Mu Shuyao glanced at the title, and his first reaction was.

"His son-in-law has fallen?"

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