Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 504 Fake Tombstone (2)
"Aunt Yan!"

Mu Liang's brows were frivolous, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "My surname is Mu."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Aunt Yan's mouth froze.

"I wash the clothes myself." Mu Liang stood up and took the clothes back.Aunt Yan seemed to realize that she was talkative, and she couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.Fortunately, Mu Liang is gentle and doesn't speak harshly to her, but just points to the end.

Outside the bedroom, Song Qinghua stood there in a daze with a fruit plate in his hand.Soon, Aunt Yan lowered her head and came out, just in time to bump into her.

"Mrs?"

Song Qinghua pursed his lips, handed her the fruit plate in his hand, and said, "You can send it in."

After she finished speaking, she turned and went back to the next bedroom.

Back in the bathroom to dry his hair, Mu Liang washed the changed clothes again.Cai Yongfen used to take care of their siblings at home. Except for studying and playing the piano, her mother didn't let her do any work.Later, when he lived in Jingcheng with Guoguo for five years, Mu Liang gradually learned to do housework, and gradually realized the hard work of his mother.

After washing the clothes, Mu Liang watched the TV program for a while and found it boring.She glanced at the time, guessing that her son should be taking a bath.

Picking up the phone, Mu Liang pushed open the balcony door again and walked to the railing.At this time, the sight in the distance is completely covered by darkness. Although the landscape lights inside and outside the villa are bright, they are still invisible from a distance.

But fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, Mu Liang raised his head, stared at the stars in the night sky, and his mood gradually returned to calm.Across a hill, she could see the winding mountains in the distance.

Standing here during the day, Mu Liang has already seen a mansion on the rolling hilltop opposite.Even without asking, she knew that it was the Fu family's mansion. After all, she had lived in it for quite a while, so she was very familiar with it.

It turned out that standing in the Song family's villa, one could see the Fu family's mansion from afar.Mu Liang couldn't help but sigh, Grandpa is also very good at choosing places, all of them are good places.

There was some noise on the balcony next door. Mu Liang turned his gaze back and looked over, and suddenly saw Song Qinghua walking to the balcony in his pajamas.

The two balconies are next to each other, if Mu Liang stretches out his hand, he can touch the railing of the balcony on the other side.

"You..." Song Qinghua was surprised.

Mu Liang's delicate brows tightened, and the phone in his hand vibrated.Seeing the caller's number, she left, turned around, and connected the phone, "Guoguo."

As her words sounded, the balcony door over there was also closed.

Song Qinghua's eyes moved, and his five fingers holding the railing tightened.

"Mom!" After taking a shower, Mu Guoguo lay comfortably in the bed and called Mu Liang.

Hearing his son's soft voice, Mu Liang's heart felt hot, "What is Guo Guo doing?"

"I'm calling mom," Mu Guoguo lay on the bed, her little face flushed.Fu Jinchen tidied up the bathroom and hurriedly opened the door to come in.

"Mom, why are you going home?" Mu Guoguo pouted.

Mu Liang sighed, and said, "Guoguo, mom has something to do these days, how are you and dad at home?"

"Yes." Mu Guoguo nodded, "Guoguo will be obedient."

Holding the mobile phone, Mu Guoguo climbed into Fu Jinchen's arms, leaned her small body against his arms, and said in a dull tone, "But Mom, what should Guoguo do if she misses you so much?"

The son's words only made Mu Liang's heart sour.She bit her lip and coaxed him: "Be good, baby, mom will come home to accompany you soon."

After a pause, Mu Liang said softly, "Mom will take you to kindergarten tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Mu Guoguo laughed out loud.

Fu Jinchen lowered his head and kissed his son's face, then reached out to pick up the phone, "Liangliang, it's me."

"Hmm." Mu Liang sniffed, his eyes flushed, "I know it's you."

Fu Jinchen curled his lips, thinking how did she see it through the phone?

"Your breath is different from Guoguo's." Mu Liang explained his doubts.

This time Fu Jinchen smiled contentedly. He pulled the quilt to cover his son, and walked out of the bedroom with his mobile phone in his hand. "Miss me?"

sweat!
Mu Liang was really speechless, could he ask something else?Why is this problem every time? !
"Speak!" After waiting for a long time without any movement, Fu Jinchen became impatient.

Mu Liang came back to his senses, and said helplessly, "I think so."

Hearing this word, the corners of Fu Jinchen's tense mouth rose instantly.In fact, he also feels that he is quite naive. He has already passed his youthful age. Isn't it boring that a man in his 30s is still jealous like a boy in his 20s?
"Is the son asleep?"

Fu Jinchen opened the door with a gap, caught a glimpse of Mu Guoguo who was already asleep, and said softly, "Sleep."

The night outside the window was quiet, Mu Liang was leaning against the head of the bed, chatting with his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth kept rising.After a long time, she called decisively, frowned and lay down under the quilt.

It was her first night away from her son and him since the reconciliation.Mu Liang tossed and turned for a long time before realizing that he was not sleepy at all.

Snapped!
Turning on the bedside lamp again, Mu Liang pouted and went down to the ground, originally planning to pour a cup of hot milk, but she remembered that this was the Song family, so she gave up this idea again.

Since I can't sleep, I have to find something to do.Mu Liang opened the cabinets one by one, and found a lot of grandpa's old clothes, books, and a set of small tools for making pianos.The set of tools was packed in an empty rosewood box, very delicate and compact.

Mu Liang liked it very much, especially placed it on the bedside to admire.In the bottom drawer of the cabinet, there was a yellowed photo album. She seemed to find something novel and pulled it out immediately.

"Album." Mu Liang chuckled, and immediately returned to the bed with the album in his arms.

Turning to the first page of the photo album, Mu Liang's eyes turned red instantly.Although no one told her, she knew that the photo with yellowed curly edges must be a photo of grandpa and grandma when they were young.

The photo is still an old black and white film. Grandpa is wearing a handsome tunic suit, and grandma is wearing a cheongsam with long hair.The two of them stood side by side, the smiles on the corners of their mouths were so alike.

This was the first time Mu Liang saw his grandfather when he was young, and she touched the photo with her fingertips, feeling complicated in her heart.Looking back, the photos are still black and white, a beautiful girl, from the full moon photo of her birth to her adult photo, photos of almost every period are kept.

Mu Liang distinguished the person in the photo, and saw that it was Song Qinghua.Her facial features are exquisite, and since the first photo of her birth, she can almost see her moving appearance when she grows up.

Sighing softly, Mu Liang raised his head and stared at his face in the mirror, his eyes suddenly darkened.Although she didn't want to admit it, her facial features inherited Song Qinghua's beauty in many places.

The following photos have been colored one after another until they are clear.The corners of Mu Liang's raised mouth sank, because these photos were photos of Song Aiyu and her grandfather together, and also recorded her growth history.

(End of this chapter)