Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

"Go up and change your clothes and wash! I'll recognize you later!"

There was anger in his low voice.

Lanxi's clear water eyes looked at the past, and her clear little face gradually became pale. She could see the slender capillaries in her neck clearly. Her light voice said, "he is the son of my aunt. In fact, he is also your son, dad?"

——The man was twenty-seven, ten years older than her. In other words, when Lanxi's mother was still alive and even before Lanxi was born, his father had an affair with this woman named Mo Ruqing for decades.

So he's my brother. Is my own brother.

The man standing in the twilight of the morning picked his eyebrows, and his long cold eyes swept over and looked at her.

Mo Ruqing was a little embarrassed. She got up from Mu Mingsheng, walked over with a trace of generous grace, took a light breath, gently bent over and held Lanxi's hand: "Lanxi, you're dirty, I'll take you..."

"You've had enough!"

Lan Xi frowned and interrupted her. Her little head looked up and said, "if my mother were still alive, she would never despise me so much! How long have you been here? When will you be able to tell me what to do in this family?"

Yes, she does. Of course she does. Less than three months after her mother died, her husband married another man before her bones were cold. Now there is another inexplicable brother. What should she do?!

Sharp words were like sharp thorns, which made Qing's face stifle, and his outstretched hand was stiff in place.

The man's eyes suddenly burst out a cold light at this moment and shot like a knife.

Then before Mu Mingsheng was about to get angry, Lanxi stood up, patted the stains and embarrassment that couldn't be swept off his body, turned his face and ran upstairs. His little hands hung down and pulled his skirt to block the beautiful scenery of his legs.

The atmosphere in the living room was tight and stiff.

Mu Mingsheng lowered his head and coughed softly. He raised his eyes and stared at mu Yanchen with loving eyes. "Don't be surprised, Yanchen. This girl is spoiled by me. It's always like this. In fact, you're not bad-minded. You'll know it after getting along with each other for a long time. It's just that you've just returned to China..." he was speechless. He wanted to say, "isn't it good to live here with your father?" But after all, I have neglected their mother and son for decades. I feel guilty and keep silent, "here, I won't treat you badly."

Mu Yanchen looked down, and the light condensed into a charming light and shadow between his eyebrows. He said nothing.

After a while, he looked up at his watch and whispered, "I'll go first. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Then he leaned over, picked up his simple luggage, turned and strode out.

Mo Ruqing also immediately caught up.

"Miss Mo -" the housekeeper came up and suddenly changed his words, "Oh, no, madam, isn't the young master here for breakfast? The kitchen is ready."

Mo Ruqing's forehead was slightly sweating, and her beautiful face barely smiled.

"No, he doesn't like to change his decision. I'll talk to him and come back. Don't worry."

In the cool morning light, Mo Ruqing wrapped her shawl and came up. When mu Yanchen opened the door to get on the bus, she took his arm and whispered, "Yanchen!"

"Yan Chen, I told you before you returned home that it was your father, your biological father, you..." she took a breath gently, "you don't want to change your voice, but you promised me that Mu is in danger now. You said you would help, but now you are like this..."

"Is this the life you've been waiting for decades?" he suddenly leaned over and asked her.

Mo Ruqing was stunned.

Mu Yanchen's mind remained the picture just now. The young girl's sharp words stabbed his heart. He hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled like ice: "do you want such a man and such a family?"