Chapter 21: You Have Me

By the time Mu Yuqing and Nan Xuyan went downstairs, Han Xuefu was already sitting at the dining table waiting.

Mu Yuqing felt very embarrassed, how could a daughter-in-law get up so late, how rude it was, and couldn't help glaring at Nan Xuyan, quite a little disgusted.

Nan Xuyan pulled her to sit down, served her a bowl of porridge, and then said to Han Xuefu: "Yu Qing didn't sleep well last night, I let her sleep more." ”

Han Xuefu stared at Mu Yuqing's belly with a smile, as if a grandson had come out of her belly all of a sudden.

"Young man, it's a lot of sleep, Mom understands." After speaking, he glanced at them ambiguously.

Mu Yuqing always felt that this sentence meant something, and smiled lightly and did not speak.

"Ah Yan, since Yu Qing is married to you, you have to take good care of her. If you dare to treat her badly, your dad and I will be the first to clean you up. ”

"Mom, he's good to me." That's weird!

"Don't speak for him, he's been cold and lukewarm since he was a child, if it's not good for you, tell your mother, and your mother will clean him up for you!"

"No, it won't." Nan Xu was concise and to the point, and he wouldn't treat her badly.

"That's better, otherwise, huh!"

Han Xuefu gave Mu Yuqing a bowl of soup, "Yu Qing, drink this soup, this is stewed by Mother Liu early in the morning." Tastes good. ”

Nan Xuyan looked at the bowl of soup thoughtfully, "Mom, this soup..."

According to Nan Xuyan's understanding of Han Xuefu, this must be another decoction of great tonics.

Han Xuefu interrupted him, "Mom, what's Mom?" Drink the bowl of soup in front of you. ”

Sure enough, my mother!

Nan Xuyan pretended to see the soup in front of him, and he didn't need to look at it to know what kind of soup it was, so he said helplessly: "Mom, what kind of soup do you drink early in the morning." ”

"Don't give me nonsense, drink." Han Xuefu was not angry and arrogant.

Nan Xuyan looked meaningfully at Mu Yuqing and drank the soup, twisted his eyebrows, and drank a fine light.

Watching the two of them drink the soup, Han Xuefu nodded with satisfaction.

After breakfast, Nan Xuyan took Mu Yuqing out of the Nan family's main house. Song Zhuang was already waiting outside the house.

Mu Yuqing sat in the car, and his thoughts no longer knew where he was flying.

She felt that the Nan family was really warm, but she couldn't covet this warmth.

"Drop", Nan Xuyan's mobile phone rang.

"Son, come on."

Nan Xuyan looked at Mu Yuqing beside her, saw that she was looking out the window and was silent, and replied to the text message.

"Mom, you're enough."

"I'm looking forward to hugging my grandson, you have to give it a lot. ◕‿◕。 ”

"Not in a hurry, she's only 22 at this time."

"But son, you're 29 and old."

Nan Xuyan lightly withdrew his mobile phone and no longer paid attention to such a dear mother.

Passing by a small park, Mu Yuqing said that she wanted to go down for a walk, so Nan Xuyan got out of the car with her.

Song Zhuang couldn't help but be surprised, when did the president become so kind?

Still walking around the small parks that can be found everywhere?

The workaholic has collapsed! From then on, the king did not come to an early dynasty.

Beauty is wrong, beauty is wrong.

Nan Xuyan accompanied Mu Yuqing to walk quietly on the path of the park, his shoes rattled on the leaves, and Mu Yuqing suddenly realized that it was already late autumn.

"You know what? I used to envy others for having their parents to spoil me, and some parents took their little hands to the park for a walk, but now I suddenly feel that it doesn't matter anymore, and I can take care of myself when I am older. Although I still envy others for having a warm family, it's good to be alone, isn't it? ”

Although Mu Yuqing's tone was light, Nan Xuyan still heard her sadness, he paused, clasped her arms, and looked at her deeply.

"Whatever happened before, you have to remember one fact now."

Mu Yuqing raised his eyes to look at him, only to hear him say a word: "Yu Qing, you, have, I, it." ”

You've got me.

Yu Qing, you, have, me, it.