Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 415 The little aunt seems to care too much about brother Song
Ma Yuehong turned over and turned her back to him.

Now the whole family, who is less stressed?
She has no intention of coaxing a hypocritical old man.

The night gradually receded, and the sky began to turn white.

Accompanied by the sound of cock crowing, the Mu family got up one after another.

Zhang Chunmei and Liu Yan were the first to get up, cooked breakfast, and served it to the table. After Boss Mu and the others finished eating in a hurry, they went to complete the tasks assigned to them by Ma Yuehong last night.

"Auntie, Auntie, have my father and the others set off yet?"

Mu Nannan asked in a daze with his sleepy eyes open.

Seeing her unwashed attire, Mu Tian put down the bowl and chopsticks, ran to get a wet towel, then squatted halfway in front of her, and helped her wipe her face and hands.

Liu Yan gave her youngest son a look of praise before replying:

"Yes."

"Your uncle and the others have already set off."

Mu Nannan let out a bit of frustration, and muttered in a low voice:
"I wanted to ask my dad to go to my little brother's school, but it turned out that I got up late."

I knew I should have told Mother Tree last night to remind her to get up early.

Mu Tian, ​​who was gently wiping her chubby hands, was silently jealous of Ji Beinian for a while.

The dinner table.

With the bottle in his mouth, Mu Nannan looked left and right, but didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he asked:

"Why didn't Brother Song come over for dinner?"

"Is he still up?"

Hearing this, Mu Tian looked around but didn't see Song Jing's figure.

He scratched his head and said:
"It's probably because you haven't woken up yet."

"He lives next door to me. It was midnight last night. When I got up to go to the latrine, I vaguely heard the sound of letters being written in his room."

"I guess he stayed up late and stayed up late, so he didn't get up early this morning."

Sitting next to him, Mu Caocao paused with the chopsticks for picking up vegetables, and suddenly said:
"My fourth brother said that people who don't eat breakfast are bad for their health."

"I'll go and call him."

As she spoke, she dropped her chopsticks and ran away.

Mu Nannan and Mu Tian had no chance to stop it.

The two looked at each other, with a slightly confused expression on their faces.

Some people in the family stayed up late and skipped breakfast, but Mu Caocao never took the initiative to call any of them.

Mu Nannan felt a little strange.

I always feel that my sister-in-law seems to care a little more about Brother Song.

The room closest to the vegetable field in the courtyard.

Song Jing was lying on the bed with only a white vest on his upper body, sleeping soundly.

A thin and breathable white quilt was draped over his lower abdomen, and his long and powerful legs were slightly curled up.

"Knock Knock-"

There was a disturbing knock on the door.

In his sleep, he frowned irritably.

"Song, Song Jing, are you awake?"

"Breakfast is ready, it will be cold if you don't get up to eat."

While knocking on the door, Mu Caocao leaned on the door and peeked in through the crack.

The gap in the door wasn't too big, but it allowed her to clearly see the person lying on the bed.

The man turned over as if he had been disturbed, and the thin quilt that was loosely draped over his body fell off, exposing his long and white shoulders and arms.

The side of his sleeping face was facing the door, a few rays of early morning sunlight softly sprinkled on his face and eyelashes, lining the young man who had just grown up so handsome and flawless.

Mu Caocao never knew that a person's sleeping face could make her heart beat non-stop.

She kept sketching his increasingly stunning face in her heart, and murmured unconsciously:

"Song Jing..."

The knocking stopped.

She leaned against the door, staring blankly.

(End of this chapter)