Chapter 611 Carry Me

Mu Baichuan nodded with relief. He had never worried about this grandson. He was smarter than his own son. Sometimes he would think that maybe his father's genes were stronger. He had once asked his son who his biological father was. Mu Zhenhua refused to say. After a long time, it was fine. It didn't matter who it was. It was fine as long as he was a descendant of the Mu family.

"Okay, grandpa also stumbled upon it by accident. He must have a destiny with you and Wushuang. Otherwise, Hao'er has known her longer than you, so why can't he be with him? Everyone has his own destiny. Okay, grandpa is tired, you go."

Mu Baichuan didn't take a nap. At this time, he was already a little exhausted. After a few words, he completely closed his eyes and lay on the recliner. Soon, he could hear steady breathing, and he was obviously asleep.

Mu Jinchen took the blanket beside him to cover him, and raised the temperature of the air conditioner by one degree before quietly leaving the yard.

The old house of the Mu family is also a piece of pure land in the center of the city, with colorful flowers and green trees. In this hot summer night, you can even hear a few cicadas chirping. In such a noisy metropolis, this is such a luxury.

After dinner with their family, the couple walked on the bluestone path one after another, preparing to return to the room in the villa area. The three families got along well. Wushuang was in a good mood, and her steps naturally became brisk. In Mu Jinchen's view, even the birds on the branches were no more than this.

"Mr. Mu, I am very happy today." Wushuang walked in front, walked backwards for a few steps, tilted her little head, and turned to look at Mu Jinchen with a smile.

"Walk slower, the road is uneven, be careful not to slip." Mu Jinchen was worried, and quickly stepped forward to pull her little hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wushuang almost tripped over a small stone. Mu Jinchen quickly pulled the little woman into his arms, but Wushuang was not worried at all. She threw herself into his arms and giggled. The silver bell-like laughter instantly resounded throughout the yard.

This laughter also infected Mu Zhilan, who was chatting with Mu Zhenhua in the side hall, "Dad, Chen'er and Wushuang are really made for each other. Before the wedding, find a time to tell Chen'er about his life experience. If it will be exposed sooner or later, it is better to learn from us than from others."

"Lan'er, he..."

"Dad, Chen'er is smarter than us and knows what he wants better than us. Let him choose. Who can change the fact that he is a descendant of our Mu family?"

Mu Zhenhua sighed, "Let me think about it carefully. Cheng Lang probably doesn't want to do it so drastically. He just wants Chen'er to marry Cheng Lan. He values ​​the money of my Mu family and will not kill the chicken so quickly. Eggs, but what he did now... Chen'er is right, we must draw a clear line with him. "

"He is simply shameless, never mind, let's not talk about it, father, you can do whatever you want, Chen'er knows about my relationship with him, he can accept it."

"I know."

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Wushuang in the yard took a long time to catch her breath, and rarely looked for Mr. Mu to act coquettishly, "I don't want to leave, Mr. Mu, carry me."

"Little lazy..."

Although he said so, he still bent down lovingly to make it easier for the little woman to jump on. Wushuang giggled twice and jumped on without hesitation. Fortunately, the skirt she wore today was relatively loose, which did not affect her rare rude behavior.