What troublesome fickleness, in an instant, vanished and ceased to exist.
Xu Yuningâs entire body relaxed, and a smile surfaced at the corner of his lips at an unknown time.
She clicked on the dialog box with Mu and typed word by word-
âMu, are you okay? I miss you.â
âIs Uncle Mu there? You give him the computer, I have something to find him.â
Well, she couldnât help herself and started looking for Mousie in her second sentence.
In fact â¦â¦ first sentence is pretty much what youâre looking for.
The message was quickly sent successfully, but Xu Yuning did not receive a reply.
No wonder, Mu Muâs avatar is dark, heâs already offline, right?
It didnât matter, for now, she just prayed that before she came back, Mu would log into the game again.
In that case, she and Mousseguy could get in touch in a way that no one else would think of.
Xu Yuning was looking forward to Mu Muâs reply, looking at Mu Muâs gray avatar, his heartbeat surprisingly began to thump faster, like a young girl in the beginning of her love affair stumbled upon the male god of her heart by chance, looking forward to meeting his eyes and looking forward to communicating with him â¦â¦
Hey, is this â¦â¦ too childish?
â¦â¦
While Xu Yuning was apprehensive and anticipating in the Kang familyâs old mansion, on this side of the suburban villa, Auntie Zhou just happened to come back from grocery shopping.
The old man has been dealing with the kitchen for a lifetime, and has long practiced a pair of fiery eyes with experience, picking back vegetables and fruits so fresh that they can drip out of water.
As soon as Mu Mu saw Aunt Zhou, she immediately ran over with her legs spread out, âGrandma Zhou!â
âHey!â Aunt Zhou answered, then swept around the living room, âAre you the only one? How come no one is playing with you?â
âUncle Mu doesnât have time, and the other uncles have to be busy too.â Mu Mu thought for a moment and said with great backbone, âEven if Uncle Mu has time, I donât want him to play with me!â
Mu had always felt that he was the little trickster.
But when it came to Mousseguy, he was so defeated that he was not happy!
Auntie Zhou sensed the abnormality and asked in a gentle manner, âWhatâs going on with you and Uncle Mu again?â
The old man is also confused.
Mu Sijiu more than thirty years old, he said himself that he has passed the age stage of impulsive temper, there is something directly to the other side of the whole person to solve it, save time and effort.
However, when it comes to Mu Mu, Mu Sijun is childish, always likes to tease Mu Mu, and must tease the child until he gets angry before he will give up.
Aunt Zhou couldn t help but sigh and finally realized â there is no such thing as a mature person in this world, just that he has not yet met the â¦â¦ child who made him childish. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âGrandma Zhou, I can help you cook!â Mu Mu raised her hand and leapt to try, âI can wash the dishes oh!â
âGood.â Aunt Zhou freed a hand and led Mu Mu into the kitchen, âThen you can help me wash the dishes.â
Auntie Zhou had bought quite a few vegetables, and there were some that needed to be carefully cleaned, so he soaked them in lightly salted water first, and took only the ones that were easy to clean and gave them to Mu Mu.
Mu Mu wasnât tall enough to even turn on the faucet, and Aunt Zhou was just about to say forget it and let him go out to play, when the little guy dragged over a short stool, stepped on it all at once, and carefully began to wash the dishes.
Auntie Zhou smiled, didnât say anything else, and started to prepare lunch.
As Mu Sijiu descended the stairs, he smelled an aroma of food from afar.
This aroma, he had smelled it for more than thirty years, he couldnât be more familiar with it, he didnât need to guess that it was Auntie Zhou.
But where did that little brat Mu Mu go?
Mu Sijiu searched around the living room, but in the end it was his men who told him, âMu Mu and Auntie Zhou are in the kitchen, giving Auntie Zhou a hand.â
At first, when they heard that Mu Mu was Kang Ruichengâs son, the people under Mu Sijiu were more or less distant from the brat, but in just half a day, the brat gained the crowdâs favor by being cute.
Muji Jiu had to admit that âmoeâ was also a kind of terrible power.
Mu Sijun followed the scent into the kitchen, where Auntie Zhou just happened to plate a pot of braised pork.
Mu Muâs eyes glowed as he stared at the plate of braised pork and let out a âwowâ sound, gulping hard, a little loud, but it didnât make people think it was impolite, instead, it accentuated his cuteness.
A good face naturally beautifies oneâs behavior as well.
Mu Sijiu thought for a while and came to a conclusion â in fact, fate hadnât really been harsh on Mu Mu, at least it had given him a face that was good for both men and women.
Aunt Zhou knew that the little guy was craving, smiled, picked up a piece of braised pork, blew it cool and sent it to the little guyâs mouth, âHere, help Grandma Zhou try the flavor.â
âWell!â Mu, of course, was happy to do so, and nodded vigorously, âYes.â After saying that, opening his mouth with anticipation â
Mu Sijun saw the right moment, walked over, took the braised pork in Aunt Zhouâs hand, and ate it.
Aunt Zhou and Mu Mu looked at Mu Sijun who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, their faces were all covered with incredulity, and they froze, unable to understand how Mu Sijun appeared out of nowhere.
For a moment the air fell into an eerie silence.
Mu Sijun swallowed the braised pork and looked at Aunt Zhou, giving a high degree of affirmation, âAunt Zhou, the flavor is very good.â
Mu flattened his mouth and turned to hug Aunt Zhou, almost crying, âGrandma Zhou, I never want to see Uncle Mu again.â
Mu Sijun looked at the bratâs head and said nonchalantly, âYouâre in my house, so if you donât want to see me, youâll have to leave.â
Mu Mu let out a âhumphâ, âIâll leave! If Grandma Zhou isnât at your house, I donât want to stay here!â After saying that, as if she was unwilling, she made a face at Mu Sijun.
Mousseguy tsked, âBastard.â
Muâs reaction was not normally quick, and she choked back without thinking, âStinky uncle!â
Auntie Zhou laughed on the sidelines and shook her head to go serve the food, leaving Mu Sijun and Mu Mu to continue arguing.
He didnât tell Mousseguy that this kind of small quarrel was the fireworks of the earth, the small pleasures of life.
This would have been perfect if Yunin had been there.
Unfortunately, Yunin doesnât know when heâll be back.
After dinner, while Aunt Zhou went to get something, Mu Sijun carried Mu Mu over and looked at him and asked, âDid you tell Grandma Zhou yourself, or do you need me to pass it on? I donât mind helping you.â
Mu knew what Mousse was referring to.
Heâs going back.
It was impossible for him to hide this matter from Grandma Zhou.
âIâll do it myself!â Mu looked at Mu Sijun, obviously sad but still maintaining her pride, âDonât want you to help me!â
âUh-huh.â Mu Sijun nodded his head in a cloudy manner, âThatâs for the best.â After saying that, he sat down on the sofa and casually flipped open a magazine to look at it.
Mu hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to go and say goodbye to Auntie Zhou.
Auntie Zhou couldnât let go of Mu Mu either, but Mu Mu had her own home and family, what right did they, unrelated outsiders, have to stop a child from going home?
âGrandma Zhou,â Mu Mu asked in a milky voice, âWill you miss me when I go back?â
âOf course.â Auntie Chou gave the little one a hug, âIâm going to miss you so much.â
âHey!â Mu finally laughed out and hugged Auntie Zhou just as very hard, but her voice was tinted with sadness, âIâm going to miss you too.â
Seeing that it was almost time, Mu Sijun walked over and reminded, âMu Mu, itâs time for you to leave.â
Mu Mu suddenly listened very well to Mu Sijunâs words, naturally leaving Auntie Zhouâs embrace in her arms and following Ah Guang out the door three steps at a time.
Auntie Zhou still canât let go of this little guy, following all the way to send off, watching Mu Mu get on the car the moment, the old man still canât help but redden his eyes.
Mu blinked and her eyes slowly reddened, but she didnât end up crying.
He waved his hand at Aunt Zhou through the car window, his voice already somewhat muffled, âGrandma Zhou, goodbye.â After saying that, he looked at Mu Sijun and turned reluctant, âYou too, goodbye.â
Muse: ââ¦â¦â
âHey! Mu Mu, bye!â
Aunt Zhou forced herself to squeeze out a smile, but her slightly trembling voice betrayed her sadness.
If this keeps up, the scene will get sad.
Mu Sijun glanced at Guang and ordered ruthlessly, âDrive.â
Ah Guang nodded, started the car, and after a turn, disappeared within Aunt Zhouâs line of sight with the car.
Mu Sijun walked over to Aunt Zhou, stroked the old manâs back, and said, âAunt Zhou, itâs impossible for him to live with us.â
Aunt Zhou nodded, âI know, he is Kang Ruichengâs son.â The old man was unwilling to continue this topic and asked instead, âBut, what are you in such a hurry to send him back for?â
Mu Sijiu could totally use Mu Mu to threaten Kang Ruicheng and demand that Kang Ruicheng hand over Xu Yuning.
Even if Kang Ruicheng refused, he could still take his time to negotiate with Kang Ruicheng.
However, Mousseguy sent Mu Mu back the next day.
This move, Aunt Zhou, although she couldnât understand it, she suspected that Mu Sijun should have another purpose.
Mu Sijiu didnât hide anything and said truthfully, âAunt Zhou, Mu Mu can let me get in touch with Yuning, thereâs no reason for me not to let him go back.â
âSo?â Aunt Zhou smiled, âMu Mu can help you, why donât you still treat people better? No matter what, Mu Mu is just a child.â
ââ¦â¦â
Mu Sijun strongly disagreed with Aunt Zhouâs words.
Yes, Mu was just a kid, but he would have been his love interest if he wasnât a kid.
Just thinking about this, Kang Ruicheng couldnât be nice to this brat.
If this is a mistake, he will continue to make mistakes.
Aunt Zhou looked at Mu Sijiuâs silence and already knew what he was thinking, and smiled, âAlright, go and busy yourself.â
Mousseguy went upstairs, took care of a few things, and got ready to go out.
Before he left the study, he glanced at the tablet on his desk, ghosted it, picked it up, unlocked it, and tapped the icon for the game.
The gameâs interface is beautifully done, and a number of notifications keep popping up for events that are live.
Mu Sijiu felt bored and was about to quit the game when he saw a small red dot hanging on the icon of the message.
The little red dot, if he hadnât guessed wrong, should have alerted him to a new message.
However, new messages on the game are usually emails or rewards from the system or something that doesnât make much sense â¦â¦