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

There was a momentary blank in my mind.

Ji Heng's eyes were as deep as the sea. After a long time, he pressed down the violent surge in his chest, reluctantly smiled, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and gently helped her blow.

Lanxi's small face was pale and his eyes were stunned. His heart was about to jump out of his chest. Yu Guang noticed that the eyes that could burn people had penetrated through the glass. He was going to push the door in.

"I haven't seen you act coquettish before, but now I know it's going to kill people..." Ji Heng smiled and whispered. His lips didn't leave the edge of the spoon, with a hint of teasing. Before he reacted, he saw the lovely little face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes! She couldn't wait for him to deliver the spoon. With a red face, she bit the warm porridge in the spoon with a small bite.

Distance, close at hand. He could almost count her slender eyelashes.

Ji Heng, stay.

From the glass on the door of the ward, the petite figure in the hospital uniform took the initiative to welcome him, intimately entangled with the boy with a gentle smile, the little silver teeth did not relax by biting the spoon, and the young man's smile was tolerant and spoiled.

Such a beautiful scene, in Mu Yanchen's eyes, there was sharp pain on his chest!

He stood at the door of the ward, staring at her, rubbing her appearance in his mind bit by bit. His handsome face was cold and pale, and his thin lips pursed horribly. After a long time, he took back his hand on the doorknob, removed his eyes, and raised his feet to leave under the tear like pain in his chest.

A little nurse was hit by him and nearly fell. When she frowned and raised her eyes, she saw his terrible expression.

"Sir... You don't seem to look well, are you all right?" the little nurse couldn't help but chase one step and asked with concern.

"Don't provoke me." Mu Yanchen's hoarse voice sounded, deep and cold, and the pain hit him.

At this moment, it's best not to provoke him.

***

When returning home on Saturday, Lanxi only saw Mu Mingsheng and Mo Ruqing in the living room.

After getting out of Lao Liu's car, she put her schoolbag in the living room. Shuimou looked around and upstairs. Her eyes changed from burning to calm.

Mo Ruqing looked at her, took a sip of tea and said, "don't look for it. Yan Chen is not here."

Lanxi's small face suddenly turned red, his long eyelashes trembled, his drooping eyes changed into slippers: "I didn't look for him."

Mo Ruqing just wanted to say something, but he frowned and put his hand on his nearby husband's leg. He wondered, "that's right. How busy is the company recently? Yan Chen always doesn't see anyone. Every time he comes back, he goes to bed without saying two words. You should have a degree. Don't always let him be busy with so many things."

Mu Mingsheng frowned and seemed to feel that his son was too hard recently.

Lanxi listened quietly. She heard that her chest was a little stuffy. She picked up her schoolbag again and whispered, "Dad, aunt Mo, I went upstairs first."

***

After taking a bath at night, wearing a tied nightgown and shrinking on the sofa in the living room, Lanxi couldn't help looking at the huge and luxurious floor clock in the corner. It was more than 11 o'clock, but mu Yanchen didn't come back.

Small head lying on the sofa, water eyes staring at the ceiling, a vast expanse of white.

Thinking about the swivel chair, she went to play Super Mary. After a few rounds, she couldn't open her eyes, went to the nest in the sofa, arched her head and fell asleep.

When mu Yanchen came back, it was late at night.

Customer entertainment is always the most difficult. When he went out, he was not very sober. Ziyao sent him back. In the moonlight, a handsome face was pale, and the smell of wine came out of his nose and his stomach. He frowned and closed his thin lips in a terrible way. He went to hold the sofa and put himself down at ease. However, he suddenly heard a soft pain. He seemed to have pressed something under his body, which was incredibly soft.