Prosperity and luxury: Madam is crazy

Chapter 68 Going to find her like crazy, think of me as your mother
Mu Yeqin let go of him and looked into his eyes, "What's so strange?"

"Mmmm..." Yuanyuan tilted her head and recalled, "The first time I saw Miss Sister, she was really like a little fox, very charming and dazzling, the second time, Sister was very gentle, and later, Sister was cold again It's cold, but she's nice to Yuanyuan, and she didn't recognize me in the alley yesterday."

Mu Yeqin's eyelashes moved slightly, "Yuanyuan, what do you think is wrong with Miss?"

Yuanyuan hesitated for a while before she said, "Young lady is sick. I have read about this kind of illness in books."

"Then are you afraid of her?" Mu Yeqin stared at the little guy closely, as if afraid of him saying a word.

"Don't be afraid," Yuanyuan shook her head, "No matter which young lady they are, they have always treated me very well and never hurt Yuanyuan."

Mu Yeqin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was two words.

Before he knew it, he had started to worry about her unknowingly.

He touched the little guy's head, his face full of relief, "Does Yuanyuan want to be a man?"

"Think." Yuanyuan puffed up her chest immediately.

Mu Yeqin clasped his shoulders, staring at his eyes for a moment, "Then protect her well, don't let others know that she is sick, and keep this secret for her."

"Yeah." Yuanyuan nodded solemnly, and Mu Yeqin hugged him into his arms again, tightening his grip repeatedly.

Hearing the growl of her uncle's stomach, Yuanyuan giggled, "Uncle, are you hungry? I have some snacks here. They are delicious."

Yuanyuan opened the food box, the food box had three layers, the upper, middle, and lower layers, the upper and lower layers were made by Mu Qingshen, and the middle layer was made by Wei Bing.

The pink bear pastry on the middle layer is the most attractive, Mu Yeqin picked it up without hesitation.

Yuanyuan watched him feed his most beloved snack into his mouth, tears were about to burst out.

Mu Yeqin glanced at him, reluctant to give it to me.

I prefer to eat.

Mu Yeqin took a bite and was shocked.

Looking at it for another second, he grabbed the little guy excitedly, "Yuanyuan, who made this dessert?"

"Little, young lady..."

Before Yuanyuan finished speaking, the other person had disappeared.

The sunshine is so beautiful that it is unreal, like a dreamy light beam, flickering thick and shallow.

The kitchen window is bright and clean, the woman is running away, the man is chasing, they are chasing each other, fighting and laughing.After a while, the man caught her and picked her up. The woman's laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and immediately spread throughout the room.

Their figures are also shrouded in this brilliance, making it hard to see clearly.

The steamer next to it was steaming, opened it, and there was a basket of super kawaii crystal lamb pastry.Bite down, fresh and sweet, with a touch of chocolate bitterness.

This is the pastry she made, unique to her craft.

The dim street lights cast down all the way, elongating a figure on the ground infinitely.

The man ran forward desperately, the wind was dry and rough, his eyes were hot and his eye sockets were red.

The little bear pastry just now tasted exactly as I remembered it.

The doorbell of Peach Blossom Hall rang suddenly, Mu Qingshen opened the door, only to feel an afterimage flash past, the man pushed him away and rushed into the room.

Good guy, I've never seen such an arrogant thief, Mu Qingshen hurriedly chased after him.

The thief went upstairs and searched room by room.

Finally, after pushing open the door at the end, he was told to find it.

At the door, the four eyes met.

Wei Bing had just come out of the bath, only wrapped in a bath towel, and before her hair had time to blow, a man suddenly came in, she was startled.

In the next second, his body was pulled into his arms.

Wen Xiang nephrite crashed into his hard chest, at that moment, he seemed to have grasped the whole world.

At that moment, Wei Bing opened his eyes wide, completely dumbfounded.

Mu Qingshen slammed on the brakes and was also dumbfounded.

"Mu, Mu Yeqin?"

A murmur sounded in his ears, and Mu Yeqin nodded.

"Are you OK?"

The murmur sounded in his ears again, and Mu Yeqin shook his head again.

Wei Bing's mind was blank, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. She felt the force of being tightened, until her chest was squeezed and her breathing was difficult, and she suddenly woke up.

As soon as he pushed him away, he raised his hand and was about to slap him, "Mu Yeqin, why are you crazy?!"

And when she touched those red eyes, her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Wei Bing couldn't turn the corner again, "Mu Yeqin, you, are you crying?"

Mu Qingshen finally returned to reality. Hearing what his sister said, he leaned forward to take a look. Sure enough, the man's eyes were very red.

The cold-blooded and desolate second son, actually crying?

In this world, who can make him cry?
There were too many impacts this night, but the ice was hard to digest for a while.

First, the person who had been regarded as an enemy in his heart suddenly hugged himself, and then the enemy cried again...

Wei Bing was still a little dazed, not fully awake.

"I didn't cry." There were tears in his eyes, he fixed her eyes and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

Wei Bing nodded.

"That pastry..." Mu Yeqin thought for a while, and reorganized his words: "That pastry is delicious, did you invent it yourself?"

"Yeah," Wei Bing looked at him with puzzled eyes, "Why do you ask that?"

Mu Yeqin's eyelashes trembled, she invented it.

The corners of his mouth slightly opened, his mood gradually returned to calm, he was no longer as excited as before, and his eyes were not so red anymore.

All emotions faded away slowly, and he seemed to be the cold and noble second son again.

"It's nothing," Mu Yeqin said, "It's just that the pastry you made tastes a bit like the one I remember."

"The taste in your memory?" Wei Bing was even more suspicious.

"Oh, I miss my mother."

Wei Bing: "...???"

"??????"

"So, do you think of me as your mother?"

Mu Yeqin: "..."

He just realized what he said.

"No..." Mu Yeqin opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain, "The dim sum you made tastes very similar to my mother's, so I lost control for a while. I'm sorry, I scared you."

So this is ah.

Wei Bing's heart was relieved, she was indeed frightened.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

Finally, he stared at her for a long time before turning around and leaving.

She looked at the figure going down the stairs with dim eyes.

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On the side of the street, the shadows under the street lamps are single and elongated.

He walked and walked, walked and walked aimlessly, not knowing where he was going.

Passed a flower bed and sat down on the edge.

The ring on the index finger was shining brightly under the lamp. He looked down, pinched it and turned it while looking, and whispered: "Nuo Nuo, it's you."

You are back.

The wind is getting cooler, messing up the hair, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, the cicadas are singing regularly, everything is very quiet, very quiet...

In this static painting, the figure is steeper than the wind, and more isolated than the sky behind him.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure moved and the painting came to life, and he took out his phone to send a message.

(End of this chapter)