Daddy Gives Money And I Give Mommy

Very quickly, Zhang Chen stood up, looking at his daughter who was being carried by Zhang Xiao calmly. The little guy stopped crying after sticking to Zhang Xiao. It was simply slapping Zhang Chen's face.

He didn't want to be his real father, only a "mother" that he had only seen a few times.

Zhang Xiao lovingly wiped away the tears on Mu Ya's face and carried Mu Ya inside the house.

"Third Young Master?" Aunt Lan looked at Zhang Chen, meaning that after Zhang Xiao came over, he would need them to take care of him.

Zhang Chen's black eyes were like two pools of water, staring at Zhang Xiao's back. Her lips were pursed tightly, and only when Aunt Lan thought that he wouldn't answer her did she say in a low and bland voice, "Go back and busy yourself. She is Mu Ya's new babysitter, you can have her to take Mu Ya with you."

With Zhang Xiao here, even his own father was no longer welcomed by his daughter, let alone the Aunt Lan.

The Aunt Lan nodded and silently left.

Another car was approaching. It was Ning Zhiyuan's car.

He was the dignified CEO of the Ning clan, and helped Zhang Xiao. When he went back to Ye Qing's ward to relay the news, Yi Xiujie's astonished expression was the biggest mockery she had ever seen.

Zhang Xiao!

If it wasn't for his niece being bad to Zhang Xiao, he had guaranteed to kill Zhang Xiao!

After Ning Zhiyuan parked the car, he got out of the car. Seeing Zhang Chen standing there, looking at the house, he asked coldly: Where's Mu Ya? "What about that woman?"

"Carry Mu Ya into the house."

Ning Zhiyuan frowned and harrumphed, "She is familiar with you, your master is still outside the house, she can go in by herself. Is Mu Ya still crying? "

Zhang Chen let out a low sigh. She had a conflicted look on her face as she replied bitterly, "Since Zhang Xiao is here, she will only laugh and not cry anymore."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at him, and saw all of his hesitation. He said to Zhang Chen, "Since you value Mu Ya highly, then don't be so conflicted."

Zhang Chen clenched his teeth, but was still a little resentful. "Why?"

Ning Tong did not wait for the child to call her mother. Instead, she became the enemy's mother.

Zhang Chen paused for a few seconds, then followed Ning Zhiyuan.

Just as the two of them reached the door of the house, he heard Mu Ya's laughter. The child's laughter was clear and pleasant to the ears, causing those who heard it to feel relaxed, and laugh along with the child's laughter.

Zhang Xiao didn't know that at all. With Yi Xiujie supporting her from behind, she wasn't afraid of anything. If she angered her, she would not be afraid to regret her promise to death.

Zhang Chen pursed his lips and walked in with a dark face. However, when he saw the two women,'s big and small, his dark face still eased up a little, and his gaze landed on the child in Zhang Xiao's embrace. He tried his best not to look at Zhang Xiao's beautiful face.

Mu Ya sat on Zhang Xiao's lap, he supported her with his hands and played with her little body, laughing and teasing Mu Ya. Mu Ya was teased by her until he started to giggle, he was like a completely different person compared to when she was crying earlier, it made Zhang Chen feel even worse.

Seeing Zhang Chen and Ning Zhiyuan come in, Zhang Xiao looked at them and asked, "Boss Ning, have you brought my words to you?"

Ning Zhiyuan ignored her with a cold face.

Zhang Xiao did not care about his attitude.

The rumors in the outside world about Ning Zhiyuan were as cold as ice.

Even if you used a hammer to hit such a person in the face, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"Mu Ya, give Uncle a hug."

Ning Zhiyuan walked over and extended his arms in an attempt to hug Mu Ya. When he was facing Mu Ya, his expression softened quite a bit.

Mu Ya, who was happily playing with Zhang Xiao, first looked at Ning Zhiyuan, then saw the big hand Ning Zhiyuan had extended towards him. Unwillingness immediately surfaced on her pretty and cute little face.

Ning Zhiyuan was not angry, nor did he give up. Earlier, he had advised Zhang Chen to endure Zhang Xiao's pain for his sake, and only after seeing his niece and Zhang Xiao being so intimate with each other when they entered the room did he realize that the feeling of being pricked by the needles was really not easy to bear.

Instinctively, he wanted to snatch back his niece and prevent her from getting close to Zhang Xiao like that.

"Mu Ya, come, let uncle give you a hug." As Ning Zhiyuan coaxed her, he also wanted to carry Mu Ya away. Mu Ya used her small hands to slap away the big hand that Ning Zhiyuan had stretched out to touch her.

Seeing that, Zhang Xiao immediately consoled her, and then stared at Ning Zhiyuan, saying: "Boss Ning, Mu Ya doesn't like you hugging her, don't make her cry."

Ning Zhiyuan straightened his body and stared at her sinisterly.

Zhang Xiao laughed, "Boss Ning, even if you glare me to death, it's still useless, it's not that I'm instigating Mu Ya to ignore you, it's just that your icy face is too cold, making people afraid. Mu Ya is scared by your icy face."

Ning Zhiyuan's face was filled with black lines.

The only one who mocked him as an iceberg like this, was Zhang Xiao.

The woman in front of him had clearly seen how much he cared about her niece, and didn't even put him in her eyes.

Sickly, Ning Zhiyuan sat down opposite of Zhang Xiao.

That pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes was still staring straight at Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Chen had long known that with Zhang Xiao here, no one would want their daughter. Just now, his father was completely ignored by his daughter. If Ning Zhiyuan, his uncle, could get his hands on Mu Ya, he wouldn't be called Zhang Chen. So he went into the kitchen and brought out a small bowl of bone porridge that the servant had made long ago.

This was what the Aunt Lan was doing. He had made the Aunt Lan busy with other things just now, so he did it himself.

He took the small bowl of porridge and placed it on the table, then said to Zhang Xiao: "Mu Ya, it's time to eat. Porridge was her staple food during the day, and powdered milk was eaten only when she got up and before she went to bed. The porridge is fresh and the taste of the meal changes. "

Zhang Xiao replied as he carried Mu Ya with one arm, and grabbed the spoon with one hand while gently stirring the porridge in the bowl with the other. The porridge was very cooked, but it was not very thick, and when Zhang Xiao, who was an expert in cooking, saw that the person cooking the porridge was also an expert in culinary arts.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, so she spooned a spoonful of it into Mu Ya's mouth. She wanted to feed it to Mu Ya and coaxed him, "Mu Ya, it's the porridge."

Mu Ya turned his head, turned his face away, and refused to eat the porridge that was brought to his mouth.

Zhang Xiao tried to coax her a few times, but she always acted the same way.

"Mu Ya, be good and eat congee." The little guy was patient and once again brought the small spoon to Mu Ya's mouth. The little fellow probably became impatient and patted the soup off with its little hand, landing on Zhang Xiao's clothes.