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

The Mu house at night is so quiet that it can drip water.

Even the last servant was sent to rest. Mo Ruqing took a cup of tea, sat on the sofa rubbing his temples, and quietly waited for his son to arrive. A quarter of an hour later, an extraordinary figure swayed across his vision. He had taken a bath, changed his home clothes and came to her. His hair was not dried, and drops of water fell down.

"What are you talking about so late?" Mu Yanchen asked faintly and sat down opposite the sofa.

Even without a suit, the elegant aura of ink on his body still exists, which is slightly frightening.

Mo Ruqing glanced more and suddenly sighed in her heart that the child had grown up. She couldn't touch and change some things. He had his own opinion on everything and couldn't let her intervene.

Gently put down the tea at hand, Mo Ruqing looked gentle, smiled and said: "It's still during the day. Yan Chen, the girlfriend you said last time has never been seen by your mother. When will you bring it back and let your father have a look? I think you two have made enough progress and are fierce enough. If you don't play casually, you can decide as soon as possible. After all, it's a girl. Fame and reputation are very important. You can't follow you without name and points all the time, can you Yes? "

"Do you really want me to decide so soon?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's fast or slow. It's better to be sure than to mess up," Mo Ruqing said more slowly. "Now no girl wants to spend so long with you. If she feels good, she can start a family. You're that age."

"Anyone can?"

Mo Ruqing paused, his face slightly stiff, smiled and said, "that's, generally there are a lot of girls who don't have any terminal diseases, don't have too big defects, and have no blood relationship with you. Who can't find them?"

Mu Yanchen quietly looked at the opposite mother, her eyes gradually deepened, and clearly heard the obvious meaning in her words.

So what happened today is not an illusion.

At that time, in Lanxi's room, he held her in his arms and clearly heard the low cry. Lanxi couldn't hear it clearly, but when he heard someone coming and subconsciously trying to avoid it, he comforted her in time, calmly asked her to go down and pour some hot water himself.

Unexpectedly, it was really Mo Ruqing.

His biological mother.

Thinking of this, mu Yanchen lifted a faint smile on his lips. I don't know why. He has been too sensitive to the word "biological" recently. Blood is too arrogant and cruel. In addition to taboo and no, he hasn't seen what it represents.

Now this situation seemed to remind him of another function of blood.

obey.

The person opposite is his biological mother. Even if the mother child relationship for more than ten years is vacant, just because he has the same blood in his bones, he has to obey her plea unconditionally, and even his partner for the rest of his life should follow her advice.

Nodding, mu Yanchen put down his long overlapping legs and got up gracefully from the sofa: "I understand."

"About my girlfriend, I'll bring it back to you and him next week." my deep eyes fixed on her, smiling rather than smiling, elegant and indifferent, "don't worry, it will meet your standards."

Her first criterion is that there must be no kinship between them.

This established rule, which had long been accepted by the whole world, she had to take it out and give it careful instructions. She said it wasn't intentional, and even ghosts didn't believe it. Mo Ruqing's face stiffened when she heard it, but she looked back fearlessly. After all, she said it seriously and seriously, and there was nothing to laugh at. It was related to the face of the whole Mu family. No one was qualified to joke about it.

Mu Yanchen lightly said "rest early", took back his eyes and left gracefully.

***

Nie Mingxuan finished smoking the last cigarette in his hand, spit it out, narrowed his eyes in the smoke and looked at the visitor.

The teahouse was originally open at night, but it was temporarily changed to afternoon because someone said he was not free. Before coming, Nie Mingxuan thought about why he was not free, but he didn't fully understand until he saw the ink streamlined car.

There were two people who got out of the car.

The last time I saw her was in KFC. She was wearing a soft school uniform, her eyes were clear and divine, but she was cold and alienated. At the moment, she looked clever and moving. Tight jeans, white board shoes, light orange velvet sweater on her upper body were slightly loose, her hair scattered on it, showing a trace of warmth, and was led by mu Yanchen.

"Are you late?" he raised his hand and looked at his watch.

Nie Mingxuan looked back and smiled: "no, that's it. My sister doesn't have class today?"

"It's Sunday," she whispered.

"Do you want to wait for others here?" Mu Yanchen asked with raised eyes.

"No, just waiting for you," Nie Mingxuan put down his cigarette and stepped out, crooked his head, "go in."

The three people walked into the teahouse together. Nie Mingxuan walked behind and looked at the two people's hands still holding them naturally. She also raised her head from time to time to talk to Mu Yanchen. The latter was tall and straight. When listening to her, she lowered her head and was full of patience.

Nie Mingxuan's eyelids jumped and his heart was caught——

The last time I saw her, she looked like fried hair. Now it's... Reconciled?

The people in the box were playmates and friends when they were young. The atmosphere was very harmonious. When they saw Lanxi coming, some people who liked to make trouble put wine in front of her and were blocked by mu Yanchen. Nie Mingxuan couldn't help but smile and ask, "what are you taking her for?"

Lanxi blushed and was embarrassed.

Mu Yanchen leaned against the sofa and said in a faint and deep voice: "she doesn't like to be at home. Come here and sit down. She will go back to school at night."

In fact, after breakfast on Sunday morning, Lanxi was scolded by Mu Mingsheng in his study.

——The report card of the mid-term college entrance examination was sent home directly. It's hard not to be seen by Mu Mingsheng. Lanxi has been standing in front of his desk. His legs are stiff. He hasn't finished training yet. Mu Yanchen's figure flashed through the study, his eyes paused, opened the door, walked in and asked lightly, "do you want to go to the library? Should I take you on the way, or wait for you to take a taxi?"

A simple sentence finally let Mu Mingsheng go. Lanxi breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around, the sweet little pear vortex at the corner of his mouth spread cunningly, which made his heart warm. If it wasn't for mu Mingsheng's face, he really wanted to bring it over and kiss it.

Nie Mingxuan looked at the two people and finally saw that there was something wrong.

He leaned over to get the wine, and unbiased mu Yanchen's hand also stretched out. At the moment when his shoulders touched, Nie Mingxuan heard him say a word faintly in his ear, and suddenly his eyes burst out a trace of incredible light.

He smiled at the corners of his mouth. Nie Mingxuan asked, "what do you mean? Suddenly he asked me what I want a woman to do?"

Slender fingers took a bottle of wine, mu Yanchen's eyes were bright and dark, and said indifferently, "emergency."

"This is the meaning of home?" Nie Mingxuan continued.

"Yes."

Nie Mingxuan's thoughts turned a corner in his mind before he reacted. In fact, at this age, it's not normal not to rush at home. He was trying to make a mockery of the older generation's thought that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry. By the way, the reason why he doesn't dare to go home now is that his family is too tight. Looking back, he saw a scene of slight surprise.

Mu Yanchen poured a glass of wine full to drink, but half empty was stopped by a soft little hand. Lanxi grabbed his wrist, and then took the wine cup between his fingers while he was stunned. His eyes were as clear as water and didn't let him drink.

Mu Yanchen couldn't help smiling.

He reached over her waist and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "just take care of yourself. It's inappropriate for me to sit here without drinking."

Lanxi still took the wine far behind him and didn't give it to him.

"Then you serve red wine. I know a way to add something to it, but people can't see it." her eyes were clear and calm, and she gave him another way.

Mu Yanchen's charming smile on his lips was deeper.

The method, he naturally knows, is not to add coke or sprite, which is the way for children to drink.

"Lanxi..." he whispered to her, and the ending was a little dull. He got up and wanted to continue to comfort her. He didn't know that the wine cup she hid behind her was knocked open by the people sitting next to her, and all the wine was sprinkled on the woolen clothes behind her.

Mu Yanchen's eyes were cold, grabbed her arm and pulled her close, but the glass of wine had already been sprinkled all over.

Lanxi gave a low cry. She frowned and took out the wine glass, but the glass was empty. Her hands were full of wine, and the cold on her back made her tremble.

"Hey -" a man froze with a smile and hurriedly apologized, "sister, I didn't mean to. I didn't see you carrying wine! But what are you two doing? Is it too boring to play with so many people?"

Mu Yanchen didn't have time to pay attention to their coaxing.

"Get up first. There's still wine on the sofa," he said low, pulling her wrist. "Go to the bathroom and deal with it. I'll come back later."

Lanxi's hands are covered with beer. They are sticky and uncomfortable. They want to cry without tears. They are worried about their own self begging. They hurried to the bathroom to wash their hands. They just don't know what to do with their wet sweaters.

——Can't you wait for nature to dry??

Nie Mingxuan stared at the scene and didn't speak from beginning to end. After a long time, he said, "do you remember the daughter of the director of the Department of health I told you last time? When you came to yewujiang, she saw you and was always interested in you, but you said I wasn't interested, so I didn't let go. Do you want me to introduce her to you now?"

Mu Yanchen held a paper towel in his palm. The faint smell of wine made his mind rein in on the brink of the precipice. He raised his eyes, swept his eyes over and said, "what?"

Nie Mingxuan frowned and refrained from scolding a rude remark: "what you just told me, you forgot first?"

Mu Yanchen took back his eyes and reacted.

"Let's be clear first. The premise is just a play. Don't take it seriously. If you can't accept it, I won't force it." his low voice slowly spit out a few words to clarify the relationship, just as a comfort to Mo Ruqing.