Rich Mommy's Talented Sons

The two of them panted and ran for a long distance. Only when he was sure that there were no pursuers, did Mu Xing'er put on his shoes.

"Good fitness level." After confirming his safety, Ji Yange said that.

Mu Xing'er was very pleased, "Of course, I have specially trained him before."

Seeing Ji Yange not saying a word and sitting down, she also sat on the bench to rest.

She sat there, her fair and slender legs dazzling in the sunlight. She lowered her head to look at her long skirt, and silently grimaced in pain.

"What's wrong?" Suddenly, everything quieted down, which made Ji Yange a little uncomfortable.

"Sing, skirt." Mu Xing'er pointed to his own long skirt, his eyes filled with tears.

Ji Yange laughed, "Just buy more."

The expression on Mu Xing'er's face became even uglier. It was easy to say, but to sell. How could she even have the money to buy it? That was a popular work, even if she had money, she wouldn't be able to buy it. She sold a dress that she had painted for three months, bought after earning money, and it was ruined on the first day.

So heartbreaking.

"This is the work of a master!"

Ji Yange did not know what she was thinking, "Can't we just go find that master again?"

Mu Xing'er finally knew where their generation gap was.

She weakly explained, "Song, Master Hong rarely shows himself. These clothes are limited edition and can't be bought even with money."

"Then when I get the chance to meet the designer, can't I just ask her to do a set for me?"

Mu Xing'er speechlessly asked the heavens, "Ge, I don't even know what a person's parents look like."

Ji Yange silently remembered this in his heart, and he could not bear to see the little girl's soul hurt by this matter. "Alright, then when she releases the new products, let's go first and buy back everything you like, okay?"

"But that's a lot of money." She wasn't a master yet, and her paintings couldn't be sold for much money.

"Don't worry about money. Worry about whether you like it or not."

"Yeah." Mu Xing'er finally stopped grimacing.

"Ji Yange felt that it was about time, and stood up. "Let's go. It's time to go back."

Stretching out their hands and grabbing her hands, the two of them slowly walked back.

"yellow hair took a piece of cloth and stood by Fatty's side while trembling in fear. Boss, this is what that girl left for you. "

"B-b-boss." "This, this, this …"

"Pah!"

With a crisp sound, he turned around and the little stuttering man disappeared.

"This, this, this, this. Stuttering, are you annoyed with Silver? " The fat man rolled his eyes, raised his leg that was as thick as an elephant's and kicked towards yellow hair.

yellow hair was small and skinny, his movements extremely agile. He reflexively retreated, but the fat man didn't kick anyone.

Little Stuttering and yellow hair were so scared that they hurriedly went over to help him, but two more people slapped them.

"What's going on? How did my clothes end up like this? "

Mu Zi still understood his daughter, she treated her clothes like treasures.

"Mummy, don't you think it's better to look like this? Look at how beautiful my legs have been modified." Mu Xing'er pretended to be happy and turned in a circle.

Mu Zi suspiciously glanced at her, and then looked at Ji Yange.

Watching as Mummy's figure left, Mu Xing'er heaved a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "So close, I was almost discovered."