Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

"Wuwuwu …" Zhu Zhu blurrily sat on the bed, lazily stretched out her arm, lazily put on her clothes, muddle-headedly brushed her teeth and washed her face. With a muddled appearance, she slept on the carriage to catch up to her sleep, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived at an extremely dark place: kindergarten!

"Mom, can I play for another day?" Zhu Zhu's round face began to wrinkle as he struggled in his deathbed.

"Go in." With her arms folded, Mu Qinghuan leaned on the carriage calmly, not giving any room for negotiation.

"Wuu, wuu, bad guy …" Only then did Zhu Zhu turn around reluctantly, carrying her big school bag. She used her eyes to look at Mu Qinghuan and act like a spoiled child.

"I'll pick you up after school." Mu Qinghuan repeatedly shook her head, but did not take's trick.

"No, I can walk home by myself." This girl had a temper.

"Your temper is quite bad." Mu Qinghuan walked over, and half-squatted down to kiss the little guy.

"Uncle, uncle …" With her eyes wide open, Zhu Zhu pointed at the man not far away. He looked extremely surprised, because that was his uncle that he met at the airport …

"What uncle?" He had just returned home and the little girl didn't even know her uncle. How could she possibly meet someone she knew?

At first, Mu Qinghuan did not believe it. She slowly turned her head and saw the back of a man.

Beside the man walked a young man.

"The uncle at the airport that day, the one beside him, was the little brother that gave me ice." Zhu Zhu was very sure.

"Oh, got it." Mu Qinghuan still did not believe him.

"…" Zhu Zhu was injured, and angrily walked into the school.

Holy Beauty.

When he heard that the company had poached a big cow from France, Sun Ziyang was puzzled at first. He thought it was a foreigner from ABC, but unexpectedly, it was actually a childhood sweetheart, Mu Qinghuan!

Sun Ziyang looked at Mu Qinghuan snappily: You're finally back?

It looked like he was still angry about the wedding.

Mu Qinghuan smiled as she casually took out her phone and opened up the video of that day, "Don't be angry, you've been angry for over a year."

"You did it on purpose!" Sun Ziyang became even angrier, "Fuck, you must be suspecting my intelligence, I cried so miserably back then."

"I didn't do it on purpose. Back then, in order to catch the plane, there really wasn't enough time …" Mu Qinghuan yawned, "I'm so tired, I just returned yesterday."

"You're not acting? You want to be a manager?" Sun Ziyang dragged his chin because he felt that it was a pity, because Mu Qinghuan would not cry, so she gave up on such a great journey.

"The manager is pretty good too. I don't cry, and no one scolded me." Thinking back to three years ago, it was really unbearable to even look back. Mu Qinghuan had been scolded time and time again by the director, but she still could not cry.

However, all of this was over …

Sun Ziyang lowered his eyes, "Everyone has their own happiness, anger, sadness and joy. If a person really can't cry … Mu Qinghuan, you should go see a doctor. "

After nodding her head three times, Mu Qinghuan expressed her agreement, "Your words are quite reasonable."

"Seriously." Sun Ziyang was anxious.

"I mean it." Mu Qinghuan said in amusement, then changed the topic, "I heard you have a son?"

"Don't mention it, when that kid was born, he annoyed me to death." He was a little old man, and now that he had a son, his life was different.

"Come on, you must be happy to death, right?" Mu Qinghuan had seen the picture of his son before. It was exactly the same as his son when he was young.

"Have you seen Xinxin before?" Sun Ziyang suddenly mentioned.

"Nope." In these three years, Mu Qinghuan had never seen Xinxin before.

This year, Xinxin should be six years old.

With Lan Fei'er by her side, would Xinxin still recognize her and call her mother?

"You have the right to see your son." As his parents, only then could he feel such longing. Sun Ziyang patted Mu Qinghuan's back.

Mu Qinghuan nodded, "I know, I will make an appointment with him."

It was impossible for her to not see her son for her entire life. Three years was long enough for her to not be able to take away her son's custody, but Feng Cheng had promised to give her the chance to meet him three years ago.

"Is that your daughter?" Sun Ziyang suddenly pointed at the bottom of Mu Qinghuan's pants.

"What?" Wasn't Zhu Zhu in school? Mu Qinghuan lowered her head to look, and her eyes immediately opened wide!

"Little Qinghuan, I need to go out with you, okay?" In that moment, Zhu Zhu gave up on acting coquettishly, and laid on the sofa quietly, "I didn't even eat breakfast, and I'm really very tired. I want to eat, and I want a comfortable wool blanket."

"Why didn't you go up into the sky?" Mu Qinghuan was truly convinced.

"I would like to, but I don't have a Jingu Bang." Zhu Zhu replied in a serious tone.

"Young mistress, I'm warning you. It's fine if you don't want to go to school today, but you must go to school tomorrow. Also, you can eat and sleep, but you are not allowed to disturb Uncle Sun's work." Mu Qinghuan became serious, Zhu Zhu could only nod her head and agree.

"This child …" Sun Ziyang's mouth was crooked, he wanted to ask until he knew the answer.

If Mu Qinghuan didn't give him a chance, Sun Ziyang would have to ask, "Why are her eyes blue?"

"I'm going to get her breakfast." Mu Qinghuan sighed helplessly and threw Zhu Zhu back to Sun Ziyang.

She had just gotten out of the elevator when she met a few familiar faces.

Feng Cheng, Ming Chengyu, Di Erye, these three people.

Am I seeing things?" After sizing her up, he felt that this girl's body was truly fiery hot. Even her face was becoming more and more charming, and the more he looked, the more he found her familiar. Just who was it?

"Mu, Qing, Huan?" With Ming Chengyu saying that, Feng Cheng who was looking down at the document suddenly paused, and then raised his cold face, and looked at Mu Qinghuan.

"Long time no see. Let's have a meal together when we're free and have a good gathering." With a lazy and indifferent tone, Mu Qinghuan crossed her arms and calmly walked past him with her high heels.

"She just left like that?" Di Erye had thought that Mu Qinghuan would give her a fiery slap across the face, but she acted as if she was a customer at a social gathering.

If Mu Qinghuan had not said a single word, or if she looked at Feng Cheng with hatred, perhaps she would be able to deduce that Mu Qinghuan still had feelings for him, but it seemed that Mu Qinghuan treated him as an ordinary person. Seeing Feng Cheng was the same as seeing him, Di Erye. His actions were natural, but they carried a sense of alienation.

"What do you want her to do? Cry? "Oh, I heard that because she couldn't cry, she was scolded by the director and beaten …" The moment Ming Chengyu finished speaking, he did not utter another word.

For what reason did a woman have? She could no longer cry, and there was no need to think to know.

"Shut up!" Hearing that, Feng Cheng coldly threw the document at Ming Chengyu!

After that, Feng Cheng sat in the carriage and looked at the entire Holy Beauty Building.

At 6 PM, he saw Mu Qinghuan carrying his backpack off work. He opened the car door, with his leather shoes pressing on the floor, he saw Zhu Zhu's figure.

His body trembled!

How old was this child?