The next night.

Mu Zichen was scurrying around in the living room, while Mu Xiaonuan and Ning Wenhan were busy cooking outside the kitchen.

Mu Xiaonuan sat on the small stool, frowning and apologetically intently Ning Wenhan, who was also sitting on the small stool and bowing his head to do things, said: "Look, I said that I went out to eat, you prefer to get it at home, I originally said that you would be a guest, but now I will keep you busy for a long time." ”

The man who was originally lazy in temperament was wearing a red smock at the moment, and he was seriously annoyed with the vegetables in his hands.

This smock was worn by the cleaners when they were working, but it became Ning Wenhan's work clothes!

Ning Wenhan raised his head and hooked his lips and smiled: "I like this kind of family-style atmosphere, I eat out every day, it's annoying, it's better like this, it's good!" ”

There is something profound in his elegant smile, but also a little helpless, a strand of hair hanging messily in front of his forehead, making the exquisite man have a touch of demonism and a touch of ghost.

Mu Xiaonuan pressed down her pounding little heart, and asked casually: "Why are you often alone, your parents don't live with you?" Was it your mother that I saw that time? ”

"Well, it's her." Ning Wenhan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, seeing that she was a little nervous, and hurriedly relieved: "She is busier than me, so we often don't see each other." ”

Mu Xiaonuan observed Ning Wenhan with his spare eyes, and saw that his expression was relaxed, and his heart was relieved: "If you are busy, you have to contact us often, our generation is basically an only child, if we always let our parents come to us, we will be really sorry for them." ”

After Ning Wenhan glanced at her in surprise, he got up and prepared to go into the kitchen to look at the things in the pot, and before entering, he bowed his head and said, "Your thinking is very conservative!" ”

"I'm just conservative, I'm just talking about things!" Mu Xiaonuan is like a spring breeze, but only the inner feeling is not told.

Ning Wenhan turned around and smiled, and did not speak again.

Mu Xiaonuan concentrated on taking care of the vegetables in his hand, and Ning Wenhan's big palm, which was distinct, stretched out.

Mu Xiaonuan looked up at him in surprise.

The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, adding a sultry style, the red lips are lightly pursed, as if smiling rather than smiling, and the skin is fairer than snow, as if slightly exuding a silver-white glow.

"Give it to me, you're about to choke this onion." The warm voice spoke of an embarrassing truth.

Mu Xiaonuan was a little embarrassed, this time, her movements changed a little with her thoughts, like resentment, which also led to the anger in her hands, pinching the young onion seedlings that were not growing one by one, and then throwing them into the waste.

A handful of shallots are now only shallots, bare, white and greasy, and lonely.

It's very funny!

Mu Xiaonuan smiled embarrassedly, her thick eyelashes were half open, and the confusion and pain in her deep eyes made Ning Wenhan even more distressed: "Don't think so much, some things are not worth your effort, so don't be too obsessed but shouldn't." ”

Mu Xiaonuan thanked her: "Well, thank you!" It's hard to know that's the truth! ”

"Let's call Aaron to dinner, almost!" Before the man got up, he looked back sideways.

"Hmm." Mu Xiaonuan is rarely obedient, and her sharp mouth with teeth and claws is much less well-behaved.

Ning Wenhan was very happy, walked to the kitchen with a smile, and then closed the sliding door to the kitchen.

For a moment, the sound of a range hood sounded inside.

Mu Xiaonuan shook her head secretly, look, her fingers that can play the violin and the piano are willing to fall for her to go to the kitchen like this!

A deep sense of guilt swept over, and every time she looked at it, she felt like she was being tricked, which made her blame herself and helpless!

Mu Xiaonuan stretched out her head and looked at the position where Mu Zichen was still dangling just now.

Mu Zichen has long since lost his shadow, and only a messy house remains.

"Mu Zichen, come out for the old lady!" The roar of the lion in Hedong was immediately opened, and there were no more gentle ripples in the past.

Sure enough, with the sound of the lion's roar, Mu Zichen ran over from another room, as if he knew: "Mommy, I know to clean up, look, I'll take the storage bag." ”

Her fair skin is set off by her pale pink lips, and her dark and bright eyes are full of flattering smiles.

"Can't you pack some of it first, and put it in the bag? Why don't you put this little thing of yours in it! Mu Xiaonuan smiled dotingly and tapped her little head with her fingers.

Whether her son is cute or naughty, all her anger has turned into a pool of water, and it has melted into many maternal loves, which are broad and profound, and eternal and unchanged!

"Hehehe!" Mu Zichen looked flattering.

"You're not feeling comfortable for a day without being naughty, are you?" Mu Xiaonuan squatted down, helping him while teaching him a soft lesson: "Look, the Transformers that I bought for a few days will make you like this, and when your father sees it, it's strange if he doesn't clean you up." ”

"No, my dad said I could play hard, he didn't care!" Mu Zichen held his proud head high, as if he didn't care at all, like someone, arrogant, arrogant!

"He doesn't care, but these are also made by others, so let you be harmed, are you comfortable?" Mu Xiaonuan gritted her teeth at someone, and she also harmed a villain.

Mu Zichen muttered and wanted to plead, but there was a knock outside the door: "Knock knock." "Clear and calm.

"Go ahead." Mu Xiaonuan patted his delicate fat palm and smiled lightly.

Mu Zichen hurriedly stuffed the things in his hand into the bag, and then ran towards the door, shouting as he ran: "Coming, coming!" ”

Ning Wenhan also heard movement in the kitchen, and he also stretched out his head to look out through the small crack in the sliding door: "Aaron, who is it?" ”

Mu Zichen opened the security door with an incredulous expression: "Dad?!" ”

"Yes, son, do you want to be a dad?" Mo Kun smiled against the light, his black eyes were full of smiles, and even the two thick eyebrows were filled with soft ripples, as if he had been smiling all the time.