Cute baby in charge: President don't mess with my mommy

The middle-aged woman smiled and looked at Mu Qing around him. "It's still miss Ru ran? She hasn't come for five years."

Mu Qing was stunned. The next second, an unspeakable bitterness spread in her heart.

"Where's uncle Cheng?" Lu Shaojun took off his normal serious look and asked cordially.

"Go back with me. Uncle Cheng will be back soon!"

Aunt Cheng led them home. MuQing tried to break free several times, but he held his hand tightly and couldn't get rid of it at all.

After listening to their conversation, Mu Qing understood that uncle Cheng was Lu Shaojun's driver when he was a child. He had been with his father for decades and didn't quit until six years ago. Their feelings seemed very good. There was no distance between master and servant.

When she came to the farm, aunt Cheng asked them to stay at home first. She came to the backyard of the farm. She found a small house and approached curiously.

Suddenly

A force seized her wrist and stopped her steps.

"Don't go!"

Lu Shaojun looked at her nervously and pulled her behind him. "There is a newly born bitch in there. If you go over, it will jump at you with hostility."

Mu Qing suddenly looks at the cabin, "Oh, it's a dog house."

At this time, aunt Cheng came over, "hehe, the newborn baby of rhubarb, if you like it, take one back to raise it."

"Is that ok?"

Hope flashed in her eyes. Anyway, she was very boring in the villa. If she had a dog, it could relieve her boredom.

"Of course. Your uncle will come back later and ask him to choose a healthy dog for you."

She smiled and then looked at Lu Shaojun, who seemed to be waiting for his promise. He looked at the long lost smile on her face. He couldn't refuse for a moment, so he had to nod.

Seeing him nod, MuQing happily bends the corner of her mouth and bends down to see the dog inside.

When Uncle Cheng came back, Lu Shaojun chatted with him in the living room. Mu Qing cooked with aunt Cheng. She squatted aside to wash the vegetables. Aunt Cheng came to her, "are you married with Shaojun?"

"After all these years, it's time to have a child. I said I'll take it for you for a while when you have a child."

Looking at the smile on Aunt Cheng's face, she pulled the corners of her mouth rigidly, "aunt, I'm sorry, I'm not min ruran."

Is she really so similar to that min ruran?

Aunt Cheng was stunned at first, and then smiled awkwardly, "really? Ouch, I'm sorry. I'm old and have a bad memory. Plus I haven't seen you for five years, I'll admit my mistake. Girl, I'm sorry."

She smiled reluctantly, "it's all right."

"Go and sit in the living room, too. The meal will be ready soon."

Mu Qing dried her hands and went to the backyard alone. She opened the back door of the backyard. She saw a large fruit forest with pomegranate trees and litchi trees

Unfortunately, it's winter and there are no fruits on the trees.

MuQing casually walks under a tree and finds mottled marks on an old tree. When she looks carefully, she finds that... Xiaoran always loves Shaojun.

Staring at the marks on it, her eyes are a little astringent.

She can even imagine how much they loved each other at that time. No wonder he hated her so thoroughly. If he killed her favorite, she must always want to torture him?

Heart, suddenly a little uncomfortable.

As soon as she turned around, she bumped into a solid arms.

Lifting his eyes, he looked into his dark eyes.

"Why are you here?"

He grabbed her arm and stabilized her body.

Mu Qing forced out a smile, "just walk around."

Lu Shaojun looked at the old tree meaningfully, then locked his eyes on her face, "don't care too much. They haven't seen Ru ran for five years, so it's inevitable to admit their mistakes."

MuQing didn't expect him to explain these. After a few seconds, she squeezed out a smile, "I don't mind."

But he said, "don't laugh if you don't want to!"

God knows, when she tried to squeeze out a smile, his heart was pulled.

"Come on, go back to dinner."

He turned and left. His tall back looked cold and determined.

After dinner, the Cheng family asked them to stay. She thought he wouldn't agree, but she didn't expect him to nod his head.

Not until she returned to the room did she ask, "why did you stay?"

"Why can't I stay?" He raised his eyebrows and threw the problem to her.

Mu Qing was speechless. Yes, why can't he stay? There are so many memories of him and ruran here. Why not stay and remember? It's just, why did he drag her?

She was not in the mood to watch him commemorate his past.

MuQing sat by the window and looked at the stars in the sky.

"Don't you sleep?"

"Don't sleep!"

She turned her back to him and frowned.

Lu Shaojun came over and picked her up. She screamed, "ah..."

The next second, he leaned over and blocked her lip flap. MuQing stared at the handsome face in front of her, and the beating of his heart confused the rhythm.

Without deepening the kiss, he let go of her lips and whispered, "do you want to call uncle Cheng?"

"You put me down! Who let you suddenly pick me up."

"Rest early. Pregnant women should have a good rest." He put her on the bed, sat satisfied by the bed and untied his suit and coat.

Mu Qing glared at him angrily and turned her back to him.

The next second, the light went out, the room fell into darkness, and MuQing felt the position around her sinking gradually.

The night was strangely quiet.

They slept in the same bed, silent.

Listening to each other's breathing sounds, it's like feeling him around, so close and so far.

Mu Qing turned her head and looked at his handsome face through the hazy moonlight.

He closed his eyes, but she knew he wasn't asleep.

At this time, the cold wind poured into the room. MuQing rolled up the quilt and wrapped it around her. She retaliated by not covering him with a quilt. However, he stretched out a hand, grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled it over vigorously.

She took the quilt away again

So, in the dark and cold night, you wouldn't let me and I wouldn't let you grab the quilt. Finally, he couldn't help sitting up and yelling, "he MuQing! Do you want to sleep or not!"

She was stunned and held the quilt tightly. "Go and ask aunt Cheng to get a quilt again. I'll cover it myself!"

"Don't be so capricious, will you?"

"Why am I wayward? Don't I want to cover a quilt with you called wayward?" She bited her lips and sneered.

The two men waited on each other, with fire in their eyes.

Although in the dark, she could still feel his strong sense of oppression. Even if she had more fear, she would not allow herself to give way. Finally, he lay down again and turned his back to her.