e·t: "Back to the master, I think e·t is better!" ”

"It's called winter melon!" The corners of Bo Huan's mouth rose, "How cute is the winter melon...... Baby, what do you say? ”

Mu Bao pinched the apple in his hand, forcibly showed his little white teeth, and smiled a little reluctantly.

After a few seconds of silence, the little guy nodded weakly.

Between being cleaned up by his father and agreeing to Huanhuan's decision, he chose to be beaten by his father!

"Uh-huh." Having made up his mind, Mu Bao finally nodded seriously.

Seeing that something was wrong with Mu Bao, Bo Huan asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

At this moment, Mu Hanshen came in with the medicine, walked directly to Bo Huan, and handed the medicine to her.

"Wipe it for me!"

After speaking, he sat down, and the small sofa squeezed three people.

Bo Huan looked at Mu Hanshen helplessly, glanced at the empty seat next to him, and said softly: "Do you want to grab the sofa with your son?" ”

"What's the problem?" Mu Hanshen said, raising his foot to unbutton his shirt, his sword eyebrows frowning slightly: "You want me to throw him out?" ”

Throw it out, you don't have to grab it, and the problem is solved.

Bo Huan: "......"

She was speechless!

Seeing that Mu Hanshen couldn't untie the button, Bo Huan sighed lightly and took the initiative to raise his hand to tidy it up for him.

She approached, with a faint fragrance, from her nose, and the pain in her body was relieved a lot.

"What were you talking about?" Mu Hanshen lowered his dark eyes and asked in a low voice.

"We say ......"

Bo Huan was just about to speak, but Mu Bao suddenly tugged on her sleeve, her little head drooped and shook.

Bo Huan didn't understand the meaning, thinking that Mu Bao wanted an apple, so he gave him another piece.

Mu Bao took the fruit and sighed cautiously.

Forget it, if Dad is Huanhuan, he will come out to help!

"Something to hide from me?" Mu Han glanced at his son coldly, retracted his gaze to look at Bo Huan, and asked again in a soft voice.

"We said change the name of E.T." Bo Huan said, a warm and happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Change your name?

Mu Hanshen's eyebrows raised slightly, and he finally knew why Mu Nanzhi looked like a coward.

When e·t was first made, Mu Nanzhi was also just sensible, and in order to prevent e·t from following him, he made all kinds of trouble.

Don't shout e·t, shout "dog".

The name is wrong, E·T can't receive orders, and once fell to the ground for a long time, E·T didn't respond, and he almost froze to death.

After that time, he beat Mu Nanzhi.

He was worried that he wouldn't be around when he was injured, at least with e.t.

So, this mistake must be corrected.

It's just that I didn't expect this stinky boy not to remember his goodness, just remember that he beat him.

Mu Han hooked his lips and smiled, his smile mixed with a hint of fun, and approached Bo Huan: "What name did you choose?" ”

Hearing this, Mu Bao pursed his lips and frowned.

Why isn't Dad angry?

"Winter melon!" Bo Huan lifted the gauze on Mu Hanshen's chest, and the wound was not very deep, so the scar formed quickly.

Rub the medicine for another two days, and it should be almost better.

Mu Bao looked at Bo Huan, and then at his father, his little face gradually wrinkled.

Why isn't Dad angry yet?

"Well, that's good." Mu Han leaned back on the sofa and asked Bo Huan to rub the medicine on himself.

Seeing Mu Bao's surprised appearance, the corners of Mu Hanshen's mouth rose.

Since Bo Huan appeared, Mu Nanzhi's illness has improved a lot.

Maybe...... It will heal soon!

"You can call it whatever you want." Mu Hanshen touched Bo Huan's head, brushed the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Let Aunt Gu take care of Mu Nanzhi tonight!" ”