Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 15 Ji Bei Year

Liu Xiuying pinched her little face and couldn't help laughing:

"Why is Nan Bao so smart, she can understand whatever the adults say."

Mu Jianfeng likes others to praise his daughter the most, so he happily answered:
"That's not."

"For a baby who is more than nine months old, others can't walk steadily, and my Nanbao can run away."

"Really?"

Liu Xiuying lowered her head and teased Mu Nannan:
"Nan Bao will run away. Grandma hasn't seen it yet. Can Nan Bao run a few steps for Grandma to see?"

She is kind and kind, and often makes small clothes for Mu Nannan. Xu Lanxin respects her very much, so she puts Mu Nannan from her arms and lets her walk to the gate by herself.

Mu Chen had already finished his meal, and was squatting at the gate with his hands open, waiting for the short pink dumpling in shorts and shorts to rush into his arms.

"Nan Bao, run, my brother is here to pick you up."

Mu Nannan stepped on short legs and ran towards him with steady steps.

The little man ran quite fast, and when he reached the threshold, he couldn't stop the car. He was about to trip, but he suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

Mu Nannan looked up and found that the person who caught her was a beautiful little boy much taller than her.

Ji Beinian also looked down at her, with a chubby little face, particularly prominent obsidian-like eyes, a small pink gown with broken flowers on it, and short arms like tender and tender lotus flowers hugging him waist.

Not used to physically touching people, he took a step back, leaving Mu Nannan blankly standing there.

This little brother is as beautiful as the person in the painting.

There are so many portraits hanging on the walls of the castle, none of which look good to the younger brother.

But because she bumped into someone recklessly, she didn't make a sound even though her eyes were shining.

"Hehe, the little doll looks really handsome."

A hearty voice came from above his head, and Mu Nannan realized that behind his little brother was a five or sixty-year-old man in a Chinese tunic suit.

Mu Weiguo, who was sitting at the dinner table, stood up abruptly and walked over to the old man excitedly:
"Why are you here?"

The old man, that is, the old man Ji, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, laughed and teased:

"Why, I'm not welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome! I'm happier than anyone else if you can come."

Mu Weiguo's dark face flushed with excitement, and he hurriedly pulled him to a seat.

Mu Baoguo, Mu Boss and others also stood up.

They knew that this old man, who often mailed some precious nutritional supplements and bills to Mu Weiguo, was a big man in Kyoto.

Facing the loess and back to the sky, the Mu family, who had not seen much of the world, was inevitably a little embarrassed.

Mu Chen also stood aside holding Mu Nannan.

Ji Beinian stood next to Mr. Ji, quietly, without saying a word or moving.

Not at all like a two-year-old boy.

"This is your grandson!"

Mu Weiguo raised his hand to touch Ji Beinian's head, but he turned sideways to avoid him.

Mr. Ji saw it in his eyes and sighed:

"Beinian he has autism since he was a child. He doesn't like to communicate with people, and he doesn't like to be touched by others."

"Wei Guo, don't take offense."

Although Mu Weiguo didn't know what autism meant, he could see that Ji Beinian was different from normal children.

Mr. Ji changed the subject and shouted to the door, and there was a young man who came into the yard with a lot of things, malted milk essence, milk powder, all kinds of canned meat, and even a few boxes of fruit.

(End of this chapter)