The anger at the bottom of Xia Sijing's eyes disappeared without a trace.

The hand was held by Kexi's soft little hand, and he felt that the haze in his heart gradually dissipated.

He regained his composure, "Actually, I was wrong just now, she was so fierce to the person I met for the first time, of course she would be scared, and it was normal to be angry." ”

"What about the little persimmons?" Kexi was worried, "Are you angry with Little Cherry?" ”

"I'm not mad at her, I just don't agree with what she said."

Natsujii clenched his fists.

If you want to be together, and if you want to be separated, then simply fall in love, don't get married.

Once you get married, start a family, and have children, you are responsible for the whole family.

When his wife was pregnant, he used the excuse that he didn't like the original match, he fell in love with another woman, and then divorced, this kind of man is really the worst!

If that's what adults like, it's too cheap, isn't it?

Who wants this cheap like?

"Xia Sijing." Xiao Che called the boy.

Xia Sijing came back to his senses from his cranky thoughts, "What's wrong?" ”

When he looked at Xiao Che suspiciously, the fist he had clenched tightly before had slowly loosened.

"Tomorrow's sports meeting, are you really not going to participate?"

Xiao Che thought that Xia Sijing was talking in his dreams at night and said "Come on, Dad", obviously looking forward to this sports meeting.

"No, my mother is right, because of that Weibo, now a bunch of reporters are caught interviewing me, if they know that I am participating in the competition, they will definitely sneak into the school tomorrow to take pictures secretly."

Xia Sijing's gentle appearance appeared in Mu Yinan's mind, and then said: "I don't care about myself, but I don't want to affect his ......"

Kexi thinks what they are talking about is so complicated, what are Weibo, reporters, and candid photos?

At night, he and Xiao Che returned to Mu Zhai.

Kexi climbed onto the lap of Mu Sinian, who was reading the document, tilted his head and asked the man, "Little rice cake, what is Weibo?" ”

Afraid that the little girl would fall to the ground, he put his arm around her with one hand and pinched her nose with the other, "Why did Kexi suddenly ask this?" ”

The female doll looked cute and cute, and roughly repeated what Little Persimmon said in the hospital, his mother and Brother Che.

Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, she had written down most of them silently.

"Little rice cake, but Xi can't understand it, why can't Little Persimmon let Little Pumpkin be his father to participate in tomorrow's sports meeting?"

After asking, the girl guessed according to her own understanding: "Is it because the reporters are all big bad guys and will hurt the little persimmon and the little pumpkin?" ”

Mu Sinian did not answer Kexi's question, but asked rhetorically: "Does Kexi want Xia Sijing and Mu Yinan to participate in the sports meeting together?" ”

"Of course I hope! Little Persimmon was super happy when he knew that the little pumpkin was going to be his father! Little persimmon, he likes little pumpkins so much. ”

Regarding Mu Yinan's decision to agree to pretend to be Xia Sijing's father, Mu Sinian was a little surprised.

Mu Yinan is hot on the outside and cold on the inside, and he can be friendly and gentle to anyone on the surface, but he doesn't care about most people at all in his heart.

Even many times, his gentleness carries a kind of teasing......

When you are attracted to him, get closer and closer, and even can't help but hug him, wanting to get warmth from him, then you will find that you can only get the cold from him, like the abyss of hell.

However, with Mu Yinan's attitude towards Xia Sijing during this time, it seems that there is no element of teasing, but he really wants to help him.

Mu Sinian lowered his eyes, and his magnetic voice was a little confused, "You said that Xia Sijing likes Mu Yinan very much?" ”

"Yes, the little persimmon said that the little pumpkin is like a father! The little persimmon is so pitiful, has no friends, and is often told by other children that they don't have a father. ”

Kexi's words made Mu Sinian gradually understand.

Maybe Mu Yinan saw the shadow of his childhood from Xia Sijing's body, right?

Father......

Mu Sinian thought of a man, their father, Mu Hanwu, dazzling like a god, and majestic like a god of war.

"Don't blame him, your father is also a poor man," the old man sighed helplessly, "Hey, if you want to blame me......"

No!

I don't blame grandpa, I don't blame my father, I blame only the woman who took away my father's soul!

"Little rice cake, little rice cake, why are you messing with it? Your expression is so ugly," Kexi shook Mu Sinian's arm, "Are you uncomfortable little rice cake?" ”

The darkness that covered the man's eyes was dispelled by Koshi's call, and a pair of black eyes regained their brightness.

"No, just thought of something."

Kexi put his little hand on the man's forehead and said worriedly: "The appearance of the little rice cake just now is so scary." ”

"I'm sorry to scare Kexi."

The female doll shook her head obediently, "Kexi wasn't scared, she was just worried about the little rice cake." ”

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

He couldn't help but hug Kexi, it felt like the feeling of the sun refracting in winter and shining on people, warm.

Kexi was not noisy, so he let the little rice cake be quietly held.

The sadness that lingered in Mousse Nian's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a touch of softness.

When I used to think of my father, I always felt that my whole heart was empty, as if someone had ripped it out.

Now that he is holding Kosi like this, he recovers from the memories of his father.

"Don't be sad about the little rice cakes."

"Well, I'm not sad with Kexi."

Rubbing Xiao Kexi's head, Mu Sinian said gently: "You call Xia Sijing and tell him that he can participate in the sports meeting with Mu Yinan tomorrow, and I will take care of it on the reporter's side." ”

"Does Little Rice Cake want to help Little Persimmon get rid of the bad guy reporter?"

The light reflected half of the man's face, flashing with soft light and shadow, "Well, the badass reporter won't bother them, I promise!" ”

"Hahaha, great!" Kexi was so happy that his eyebrows bent, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a sparkling galaxy, and Yinling smiled, "Kexi will tell the little persimmon now!" ”

Mu Sinian helped Kexi call Ye Huarong and explained who he was first, "Even if there are fish that slip through the net into the school tomorrow, they won't dare to publish the photos they take, let alone write them randomly." ”

"Yes, I—I know, Mu ...... Mr. Mu, thank you, you are so busy and help deal with such a trivial matter. Ye Huarong was flattered, and his mind was empty.

She's not dreaming, is she?

Mu Sinian actually called her personally?

The woman holds the phone in one hand and presses her chest with the other, and if she doesn't hold it down, her heart will pop out.

"Kexi wants to talk to Xia Sijing, can you answer the phone to Xia Sijing?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Ye Huarong hurriedly finished answering and handed the mobile phone to Xia Sijing, "Kexi called you." ”

As soon as the little boy put the mobile phone to his ear, he heard Kexi's voice say briskly: "Tomorrow, the little persimmon can participate in the sports meeting with the little pumpkin!" Little Rice Cake said that he would help get rid of the bad guy reporter. ”

(End of chapter)