In the afternoon of this day, Velvet woke up.

The body is not so painful, and there is a trace of coolness in the wound.

She looked curiously at her tightly wrapped hands and winked in surprise.

"Xiaobao!"

As soon as Mu Lanxi came in, she saw her with wet eyes, and asked in surprise: "Xiaobao, where do you hurt, tell the fourth uncle." ”

Velvet shook her head cutely.

She remembered that her mother had told her that she had a grandfather and five uncles.

The mother also said that they love their mother the most and will love her.

Mu Tingzhou and the others learned that Rong Rong had woken up, and hurried over from the next room.

"My good little baby, grandpa won't let anyone bully you."

"Is Xiaobao hungry? Is it okay for grandpa to feed you millet porridge? ”

Mu Tingzhou gently touched her little head with trembling hands, and her sharp tiger eyes flashed with gentle tears.

Velvet nodded hesitantly, and said timidly: "I'll be full after eating half a bowl, and then I'll go to the stove room to wash the dishes." ”

The father and son were stunned.

Look at each other.

"Do you only eat a small half bowl on weekdays? Can you eat enough? Mu Lanxi patiently guided.

"The dishes and chopsticks have their own subordinates to clean up, don't the Su family have a lot of subordinates?" Mu Jianan guessed a bit of the cruel truth, and his voice was choked.

"Grandmother said that children can get gas if they eat too much." The hand wrapped in the soft cloth touched the belly, "Mother said that I soiled the dishes and chopsticks, and I had to wash them." ”

The soft and weak children's words are like sharp blades, piercing their hearts.

Xiaobao is so young and weak, and he lives a life that is worse than his subordinates in the Su family!

Their Mu family's baby bump was bullied and abused like this by the Su family!

This account, written down!

Mu Tingzhou's tiger eyes erupted with fierce rage, and the bones of his hands crackled.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring Xiaobao, the little one next to him would have broken into powder a long time ago.

The corners of Mu Lanxi's lips slid a hint of a yin owl chill.

Mu Jianan's tongue was pressed against the socket behind the back of the teeth, and there was a needle hidden in the sneer.

"Mu Wanci", who was hiding on the side, burst into tears and couldn't help himself.

Xiaobao is so pitiful!

Mu Tingzhou fed Rong Rong half a bowl of millet porridge and ate it after an hour.

He looked at the little milk ball that looked like a late child, fragile with a sense of brokenness, his movements were extremely gentle, and his heart was even softer.

Velvet suddenly remembered her mother's mother, and asked anxiously: "Grandpa, have you found your mother?" Where is the mother? ”

"Xiaobao, don't worry, grandpa will call your mother."

Mu Tingzhou waved his hand, and "Mu Wanci" walked over quickly.

She saw the "mother" who looked the same, and got up happily.

"Mother!"

With such a move, it hit the wound.

Her young eyebrows frowned, it hurt so much~

However, as long as the mother comes back, no matter how painful it is, it is worth it.

"Mother, don't leave the velvet, okay?"

"If my mother is not here, my father will be fierce."

The dry hissing sound of the milk is pitiful.

Mu Runzhong hugged the little milk ball and touched her lovingly.

said in a slightly shrill voice: "In the future, whoever dares to bully Xiaobao will be beaten into pig's head meat by his mother!" ”

Mu Tingzhou and the other father and son tried their best to restrain their monstrous anger.

If you dare to bully the Mu family, if you don't go to hell, then go to eighteen layers of hell!

Half an hour later.

Mu Runzhong is still holding the small milk group, playing the role of a mother.

Mu Tingzhou couldn't control his big hand anymore, and wanted to slap the fifth child's head into a pulp.

Lao Tzu hasn't hugged Xiaobao yet, this stinky boy actually let go!

Mu Lanxi: The fifth child is frantically tempting on the verge of death.

Mu Jianan: The paper is ready, ready to be burned.

……

Rong Rong stayed in the Qingfeng Medical Center for two or three days, her injury was stabilized, and she was taken back to the Warring States Mansion by the Mu family.

Zhou is Mu Haodong's wife, presiding over the middle feed, and taking care of the Warring States Mansion in an orderly manner.

She had already instructed her subordinates to clean the waterfront pavilion, and it was luxuriously and comfortably furnished.

Velvet was drowsy and was carried by his grandfather into the spacious waterfront pavilion.

Then, she lay on the bed and watched as people big and small introduced themselves.

Finally, Zhou touched her forehead with a gentle smile.

"Velvet, what do you want to eat, what do you want to use, what do you need, just tell your second aunt."

Velvet nodded and fell asleep.

On the Su family's side, there has never been a dire situation.

Su Haifeng was seriously injured, and even if he was lying down, he had to ask someone to inquire about the mysterious owner of the Tianxia Commercial Bank.

Otherwise, the Su family will be finished.

Lin Xueqin sent to inquire about the Mu family's subordinates and came back to restore their lives.

The Mu family carried the eldest lady into the Warring States Mansion!

That old man in his fifties is Mu Tingzhou, the prince of the Warring States!

The bowl of soup medicine that Lin Xueqin held in her hand almost spilled, and her body trembled violently.

How could that cheap girl have something to do with the Warring States Mansion?!

Could it be that the slut who has been dead for a year is the daughter of the Warring States Prince?!

Su Haifeng bounced up in shock, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Pulling the wound, he screamed in pain and collapsed on the bed.

This is comparable to the shocking thunder has not yet been digested, and a friend has also sent news.

The mysterious proprietor of the world's commercial house is the third son of the Mu family, Mu Jianan!

Su Haifeng's brain hurts, as if someone has sawed his head open.

How could that woman with a big brain problem be the delicate Miss Yan of the Warring States Mansion?

"Husband, the Warring States Mansion is powerful, I heard that the Warring States Duke has also been His Majesty's teacher for half a year, and His Majesty has great respect and respect for the Warring States Prince." Lin Xueqin said worriedly, "If Rong Rong tells them about the things you did to her, then ......"

"Velvet is stubborn, I, who is a father, can't discipline it anymore?" Having said that, Su Haifeng's hardness was not half confident.

"Velvet has always been well-behaved, and there must be a reason why Xiaoxiao fell and injured her mother and poisoned her mother's golden silk cat." There was a hint of gloom hidden in her eyes, "Let's talk to Rong Rong patiently, explain it to the Warring States Mansion, and it should be fine if we misunderstand." ”

"You're right, let's go to the Warring States Mansion."

He squinted gloomily.

As long as he threatened Velvet, Velvet didn't dare to talk nonsense.

And the last thing Velvet wants is to lose his father, he says a few good words, and Velvet will follow him.

Rong Rong followed him back to the Su family, and the Warring States Mansion was not left to him?

Su Haifeng and Lin Xueqin wore brand new clothes to visit the Warring States Mansion.

Steward Zhou led them to the flower hall to drink tea.

Lin Xueqin looked at the beautiful Warring States Mansion with carved beams and paintings, and deeply felt-

Su Mansion can't even compare to the thatched toilet of the Warring States Mansion!

Mu Runzhong, Mu Lanxi, and Mu Jianan came together.

Lin Xueqin looked at the three noble sons and couldn't help touching the broken hair on her sideburns.

They are the dragon and phoenix among the handsome and noble people, why not her husband?

In comparison, the half-lying crippled meat ball Su Haifeng is simply unbearable!

Su Haifeng squeezed out a dry smile and bowed his hand.

"Three brothers, my injuries have not healed, so I can't go down to the ground to salute."

He put on a miserable look of injury and sympathy.