187 Father and Son Confrontation 2

This little milk bag, big as a kid, at the age of six years old, with such good acting skills?

In Mu Yazhe's heart, it was not without surprise, even unbelievable.

This child, to him, was like a puzzle. How capable can a six-year-old child be? Ordinary children are like Yun Tianyou's age, but they have just understood a little thing. If they are normal, they may not even be able to speak clearly, and they have to clumsily clench their fingers when doing arithmetic.

He has also seen children of the same age, and when he meets timid strangers, those who are a little timid will hide behind their parents.

As smart as Xiao Yichen, he is considered to be a child with extraordinary talent and an IQ beyond the ordinary. Although he is usually a little indifferent to outsiders, he is still a child at heart.

But it won't be like him, a little man, who has learned to talk to people and talk to ghosts!

He still can't forget that day on the phone, he called his name, Mu Yazhe, his voice was not trembling at all, very calm, with an indescribable indifference and estrangement, for him, the biological person he had never met. Father, this child seems to have already known his identity, and even coldly warned him not to provoke his mother again.

At such a young age, he especially protects his mother, even if the outside world hurts her a little, it will be infinitely magnified in his eyes, and even unforgivable.

Six years old... only six years old, what earth-shattering things can be done, and he can say to him boldly: Who do you think you are?

Even said: I will not let you go.

Mu Yazhe was terrified. He was not without childhood. When he was six years old, he was just a naughty child. He lived in a greenhouse. Although he grew up earlier than other children of the same age, he did not go out of his way. .

This child... made him a little suspicious, what kind of mature soul is hidden in this little shell of his.

On the other side of the phone, Yun Tianyou sat in the study, twiddled with the toys in his hand, heard the light breathing from the microphone, thought it was a bad signal, and asked a few more words: "Mummy? Mommy, can you? Did you hear Yuyou talking?"

"can."

Mu Yazhe spoke in a deep voice, but it was a mature voice.

The moment Yun Tianyou heard his voice, as if struck by lightning, his entire body froze.

"You... Mu Yazhe?" The words escaped, but it was no longer a milky voice, mature as if two men were having a conversation, facing each other indifferently across a microphone.

He frowned unexpectedly and stood up abruptly from the chair, his fingertips trembling.

"It's me. Why, you just call me by my first name?"

"Otherwise, what should I call you?"

Yun Tianyou sneered and mocked, and suddenly questioned: "Why is my mommy's cell phone with you?"

"Shh." The corners of Mu Yazhe's lips twitched, "Your mom is already asleep, so keep your voice down."

"She's with you?" Yun Tianyou frowned, obviously a little bit confused by this fact.

Stimulated a little.

"Didn't I let you provoke my mommy?"

"Last time, didn't you give me a multiple-choice question?" Mu Yazhe reminded kindly, obviously in a good mood, and gave the answer, "I have a choice."

Yun Tianyou touched his chin and thought for a while.

——Family and enemies, choose one?

"Mr. Mu, I think you misunderstood something." Yun Tianyou said coldly, "I regret it."

"Huh? Regret?" Mu Yazhe laughed a little, this child, who is so articulate, who did he learn it from?