Mu Yutian turned her face sideways, glanced at Murong Yanxing, and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.

"What are you laughing at...... Murong Yan looked at her secretly poking and prodding, laughing like a little hamster that had stolen delicious food, and asked her in a low voice.

"Laugh, yes...... I feel that when you are at home, you will show such a childish side. As if she had found something unusual, Mu Yutian deliberately exaggerated.

"Childish...... Maybe you didn't see yourself smiling right now, right? Listening to Mu Yutian's words, Murong Yan was not annoyed, and pinched her little face with both hands and shook it.

Talking and laughing, Mu Yutian and Murong Yanxing accompanied the old lady to lunch.

The elderly are always sleepy and tired, so after eating and resting for a while, they go back to the house to take a nap.

Leaving Murong Yan to be punished, he took Mu Yutian to walk around the big courtyard of Murong family.

The villa of the Murong family is an old mansion, and the place is also very large, and it is not lost to the small courtyard of Wei Chi Heyan.

It's just a circle of three houses, and a wall that is not tall or low, in fact, if a thief or something really comes, you can turn over and come over, probably to look more secure.

"It's so fragrant...... just a few steps in the yard, Mu Yutian smelled a rich aroma, and it made people feel sweet when they smelled it.

"It's osmanthus." Murong Yanxing said, "There is a hundred-year-old osmanthus flower in the house, which is well maintained, and when it is luxuriant, almost every corner of the entire Murong family can smell the fragrance. Now it is more than September, it is just the flowering season, every time at this time, the cook at home will beat some osmanthus to make some osmanthus desserts and pastries...... It seems that you should have a blessed future in the Murong family. ”

"That must be delicious...... Mu Yutian's snack attributes came into play again, especially because she also loves desserts.

"Be careful, you really eat a pig." Murong Yan teased her, girls, what they care about the most is naturally their appearance.

"Don't worry, I'm the envy of thousands of people who can't eat fat! No matter how you eat it, you won't grow meat! Mu Yutian said proudly.

Murong Yanxing looked at her little face and gently hooked the corners of his lips: "I think that if there is some meat, it will feel better when you touch it." ”

"What did you say?!" Mu Yutian's eyes widened.

"Didn't say anything," Murong Yan didn't repeat again.

"I hear it all! Still don't admit it? ”

"What do you hear?" Murong Yanxing said, shook his head, and made a reluctant look, "But think about it, whether you have meat or not, I shouldn't dislike you as ......"

"You've had enough!" You belong to the proper way of a soldier!!

The two of them walked slowly, and before they came to the osmanthus tree, a servant hurriedly trotted after them: "Second young master, Mr. is back!" ”

Mu Yutian clearly saw that Murong Yanxing's face, which originally had a hint of warmth, completely dropped to freezing point because of the servant's words.

She wondered in her heart, even if she didn't support him to become a soldier...... complained that he didn't inherit the family business, and the father and son didn't have to be the same as the enemy.

Mu Yutian really couldn't understand it.

But she also knew that she didn't have any say until she figured out the ins and outs.

Murong Yanxing and Mu Yutian got the news, and turned around and went back to the main mansion directly.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stood in the center of the room, his face was grim, not only did he not have any expression, but he also made people feel that he was afraid to approach.

Seemingly...... He is Murong Shang.

Murong Shang is also very tall, Murong Yanxing is mostly inherited from his father, and the father and son are really similar, not only in appearance, but also in temperament.

Perhaps, it is precisely because the more similar the temper, the easier it is to have contradictions and conflicts between two people.

Murong Yanxing and Mu Yutian walked into the house, Murong Shang heard the voice, and his eyes drifted over lightly.

Seeing them walking side by side, Murong Shang naturally easily guessed Mu Yutian's identity.

"Mu Xiangze's daughter?" Murong Shang's voice was hoarse and not very good, as if it had been smoked all year round, which aggravated the terrifying coldness and seriousness when he spoke.

"Yes...... Hello Uncle Murong. Mu Yutian lowered her head and greeted politely, in fact, she was already so nervous that her heart was beating fast.