The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 309 Such Disgusting! (1)
"Mr. Mu, if you come here just to sit in my house, then I won't accompany you. Please go out after you finish sitting. If you don't see me off, I'm very busy."

Xia Mu still didn't look at Mu Yanfeng who was sitting opposite, but just picked up Sanyue and stood up from the sofa, ready to go upstairs.

Her crisp and cold voice was devoid of any emotion.

There was a hint of impatience in the eyes that fell on the wall not far away.

"Bastard, Mr. Mu, I'm your father, you can't even call him father." Mu Yanfeng felt uncomfortable in such a depressing atmosphere.

With great difficulty, he waited for the daughter on the other side to open his mouth, and he was just a little happy in his heart.

He never expected that what she said would make him feel so aggrieved.

He became angry from embarrassment and yelled.

Xia Mu turned her head, hooked her lips, and sneered on her delicate and beautiful face.

"Mr. Mu, I don't think you are old enough to be forgetful. How come you have forgotten everything you said after only two months?"

If she forgot, she didn't mind saying it all over again.

after all……

Those words are still in her ears all the time, and she has a deep memory!
"You..." Mu Yanfeng's dark, wrinkled face turned red and white, white and blue.

He looked at her, his lips trembling, wanting to say something.

But I don't know where to start, with clenched teeth, deep in my throat, swallowing what I only know, deep annoyance.

"Looking at Mr. Mu's appearance, I'm afraid I remembered it. That's just right. I'll save you explaining more."

She lowered her head, showing her fair and delicate face.

The expression is as gentle as the few clouds rolling out of the distant and unreachable sky outside the bright living room window at this moment.

Some ethereal, but beautiful and somewhat unreal.

The little green hands that seemed to be about to drip gently caressed Little Sanyue's back.

The little guy who was a little restless at first slowly closed his emerald eyes under her gentle touch, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Her tone was as light as clouds, so light, so meaningless.

However, the cherry blossom-like pink and tender corners of the mouth, and the raised arc, fell into the sad eyes of the middle-aged man not far away.

I just feel: her expression, and voice, if it is always so cold, it can freeze into ice.

Perhaps, he wouldn't be as irritated as he is now.

"Those are just angry words, what are you doing so seriously, I am your father, there is no overnight feud between father and daughter." Mu Yanfeng held back for a long time, and roared softly.

However, that blue and black face is a bit embarrassing no matter how you look at it!
"Hehe, Mr. Mu, the one who has no overnight feud with you is your daughter who is far away in Yuncheng—the eldest lady of the Mu family, Mu Xinran, what does it have to do with me?"

The cool thin lips parted slightly, and slowly spit out the light sentence.

With such an unchanging tone and tone, it seems to be as indifferent as looking down to read a short paragraph of text.

Only, no one saw it.

Gradually, gradually, her little face, with her head down, became a little condensed.

The deepest part of her heart seemed to be when he heard the word 'father and daughter'.

There was such a weak heartstring trembling fiercely.

Some pain, more numbness...

In those eyes that were as clear as water, for a moment, she felt that some desolate liquid would come out of them.

However, when she really came out from those glass-colored pupils, she suddenly turned into air again, leaving no trace to be traced.

father!

She closed her eyelids lightly, covering the images in her memory that were about to flood out of her eyes.

That was the title she once wanted, how much she wanted, and the person she couldn't get.

However, once was only once.

Now, she no longer needs it.

"Don't mention that bastard to me, you are also my daughter." Mu Yanfeng shouted angrily, finishing the first half of the sentence.

When he said the second half of the sentence, the tone of his voice dropped obviously, and he lacked confidence.

"Mr. Mu, I hope you can clearly understand what I mean. I am Xia Ruyue's daughter, that's all, it has nothing to do with you."

Xia Mu turned around, and her clear eyes finally fell on the middle-aged man who had been looking at her as calmly and without any waves.

The words that come out of the thin lips are as crisp as the ice that freezes on the lake in the cold winter months.

As if, as long as it is knocked hard by someone, it will be broken.

Inside, what is wrapped is the gradually rising impatience and anger.

At this moment, even Xia Mu himself didn't know why.

She would become inexplicably irritable when she heard that Mu Yanfeng always emphasized the father-daughter relationship between the two.

Not at all the sadness or surprise of the past.

She couldn't figure out why he came.

However, from his voice, she could still feel that something was wrong with him.

Frowning slightly, there was a faint thought in his heart: How could he be willing to use such an angry and exasperated tone on the daughter he has been treating like a jewel?

Looking at the stalemate between the two, and then seeing the cold, almost indifferent eyes of the girl on the opposite side.

Mu Yanfeng sighed heavily in his heart.

When he spoke again, the expression on his face had become full of kindness like a loving father, without the slightest sternness.

"Xueran, Dad came here this time to take a good look at you. Dad did something wrong before. Dad apologizes to you. Can we have a good talk about your mother?"

He thought about his reason for coming this time, and knew that if he didn't change his attitude, he would never have a chance to say what he wanted to say.

However, his deep, friendly voice fell to the ground.

Xia Mu's back, which was still supple, immediately straightened up.

Just so tall and straight like a silver fir tree, standing there, with a noble and picturesque stubbornness all over his body.

The little face that was as white as jade was instantly condensed into a knot.

She thought: For the first time in nearly 20 years of her life.

This man, this man who should have had the closest relationship with her in the world.

Face her and talk to her with the tenderness and kindness that she could only hide in the corner, watching, thinking, but out of reach.

It was also the first time that in his eyes looking at her, there was only her and no one else.

No indifference, no disgust, no impatience...

Said lovingly: belated apology, belated care, belated fatherly love...

(End of this chapter)