The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mid-level villa, Gu family.

Gu Qingyun looked at the suddenly black screen of the computer, her delicate eyebrows were wrinkled, and her face was stained with a bit of distress.

She scolded and checked the computer, and after a long time, she didn't find what went wrong.

Gu Qingyun was unhappy, the gentleness on her face disappeared without a trace, "What a broken computer..."

Just now, I was just claiming to strike while the iron was hot and spread the scandal of Mu Changying on the Internet, but the computer suddenly broke down, which was really disappointing.

"Let my brother help you take a look."

She pouted, stretched out her little hand and rubbed her eyebrows, then walked out of the room with the computer in her arms.

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The next day, in the living room of Rong Mansion.

Mu Changying and Rong Luyuan took their seats hand in hand, and when they sat down before their buttocks were warm, they noticed an eager gaze.

The old lady's eyes kept looking between the two, with anxiety and unease in her eyes.

How did the second child get such an unspeakable disease at such a young age?

It's all her fault as a mother who didn't realize it before and missed the best time for treatment abruptly.

"Little Er, Nan Nan, come, have breakfast."

She concealed the strangeness in her eyes, picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of thick soup in front of Rong Luyuan.

"I got up early today and specially ordered the chef to make this nutritious soup. How about you taste it."

The old lady put down the spoon, her eyes flashed with eager light, and she could not wait to pick up the bowl and pour it into Rong Luyuan herself.

"..."

The enthusiasm is overdone.

Mu Changying rested her elbows on the table, resting her cheeks with one hand, and looked at the soup on the table thoughtfully.

This soup is slightly dark in color and has a strong taste. It also contains a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine when you sniff it.

She picked up the spoon and took a spoonful and smelled it, "Mom, what kind of soup is this?"

"Nah, this is an ordinary nutritious soup..."

The old lady felt a little guilty in her heart, and deliberately did not look at Mu Changying.

Seeing this performance, her doubts became more intense.

He picked up the spoon, put it to his nose and sniffed again.

Smell the Chinese medicine inside, her mouth twitched a few times.

This... If you smell right, this is a bullwhip made from traditional Chinese medicine, right?

The medicinal properties of bullwhip - complement and aphrodisiac...

"Cough cough cough...NanNan, this is for Xiao Er."

The old lady was restless and stared at Mu Changying nervously, for fear that she would drink it in one gulp.

She pushed a full bowl of soup in front of Rong Luyuan and urged impatiently, "Little Er, hurry up and drink it, or it will be cold."

Looking at the bowl of soup in front of him, his eyebrows were raised like mountain peaks, and his hand holding the spoon was in vain.

His expression was gloomy, his eyes stern.

"Mom, I don't need this soup."

Bullwhip? Replenish your body? This is to suspect that there is something wrong with his body?

"Pfft-"

Looking at his dark face, Mu Changying let out a chuckle.

A Yuan is strong and strong, so he doesn't need supplements at all, and he doesn't know why Mom has such doubts.

"Cough cough cough..."

She laughed a few times, hurriedly coughed to clear her throat, and buried herself in the bowl of small wontons.

The soup is fresh and white, the wontons are small and sprinkled with a pinch of chopped green onion.

A small spoon picks up a wonton, blows it cool, and then puts it into your mouth.

The small wonton stuffed with fresh meat tasted quite delicious, and Mu Changying sipped his lips.

While chewing slowly, he watched the large-scale farce unfolding in front of him with great interest.

"..."

Seeing him resisting so much, the old lady frowned and patted the table, "Of course I need it!"

Obviously the condition is so serious, but Xiao Er is still hiding it?