Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Tang Xiao hesitated for a moment, dropped his eyes and asked in a low voice, "that..."

Mu Yun saw through her mind at a deep glance, and said very attentively, "Qu Qingchen is a felon originally, and the prison is also responsible for escaping from it this time. After negotiation, we finally decided to lock her back to the original place."

Tang said with a smile, "does she not need to be tried?"

"Well." Mu Yunshen downplayed the location of a head, "directly added to life imprisonment on the line, this is not very glorious, get the face is not easy to say, but we don't have to worry too much."

Then he waved his hand and said, "where's the son?"

Tang Xiao raised his finger and pointed to the direction of the master bedroom, "I fell asleep, just fell asleep."

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead with a headache on her face.

Mu Yunshen turned his eyes and saw that there was an easel in the living room with a semi-finished watercolor painting on it.

On the screen is a cradle, in which lies a white and fat baby, who seems to be sleeping deeply. His naive appearance is very lovely.

Mu Yunshen's heart suddenly softened and asked, "when did you go out and buy this painting?"

Tang Xiao took a look in the direction of his finger, "that's my painting."

Mu Yunshen was slightly surprised, "can you still draw? I don't know for sure

"It was." Tang Xiaotiao eyebrows, full of elation way, "you don't know more, how, now you know that I'm versatile girl, you know how lucky I am."

Mu Yun deeply bent his lips and looked back at the painting. From the composition to the overall tone, if he was just a beginner, I'm afraid not many people would believe it.

In his tone, he said, "have you ever learned this before? I see you... Smile? "

Mu Yunshen didn't wait for an answer for a long time. He looked back and saw that the girl who had just talked to him was asleep. Her head was leaning against the back of the sofa, and she was obviously in a deep sleep.

I look really tired.

Mu Yun sighed deeply, and carefully held her in his arms. As if holding the most precious treasure in the world, he walked back to the bedroom step by step and slowly put her on the bed.

Tang Xiao is really tired.

Novice mothers have no experience. After a whole day of running around the baby, their energy has been exhausted. At this moment, they have almost reached the limit, their mind has not collapsed, and they can't hold on physically.

She was sleepy. In the mist, she suddenly felt a flash of warmth on her eyelids. A deep, mellow male voice and a gentle breath of heat floated into her ears. "Good night, dear."

At more than three o'clock in the morning, mu Yunshen vaguely heard the cry coming from the crib beside him. His sleepiness dissipated immediately, and his whole body instantly regained consciousness.

The girl around him is sleeping soundly. He can't bear to disturb her with her sweet sleeping face and the faint blue around her eyes.

Mu Yunshen carefully lifted the quilt and went to the crib.

Lying in the crib, the little guy closed his eyes, grinned his pink mouth, and cried red.

Mu Yun bent down and picked up his son carefully.

Musimo thought that his mother was coming, so he arched his chest conditionally. His mouth was humming and groaning. He was very hungry and seemed very dissatisfied.

The little guy looked for a while, but couldn't find the target. Seeing that his mouth was about to cry, Mu Yun stuffed a finger to block his son's mouth. Then he held his son and walked out the door, leaving a small crack in the bedroom door with his backhand.

With one hand, he held the moussmore child in his arms. With the other hand, he gently unscrewed the lid of the milk powder can, awkwardly carried the spoon and filled the yellow and white powder into the milk bottle.