Mu Shao's Spicy Sweet Wife

If he hadn't been with Yaoyao for half a year, he would have been fooled by Mu Xingye's nonsense.But no one in this world understands Yaoyao's condition better than him.

Instead of being angry, he smiled: "Mr. Mu doesn't have to worry about the Gu family. With Weiwei's [-] million aid and the first batch of medical equipment from Xingchen, Desheng will definitely prosper. But I didn't expect Mr. Mu to be so broad-minded. You actually want to be my daughter's father. But the provocation is also worth the target, Yaoyao is too late to speak, and he still can't speak, Mr. Mu doesn't know?"

Mu Xingye raised his eyebrows, feeling more doubts in his heart.Aunt Cheng also said that Yaoyao doesn't talk to others.

That little thing is a ghost, give him sugar-coated bullets?This insidious and cunning is [-]% inherited from Gu Bushen.

He sneered in his heart, unlocked the phone and called up the recording of the call just now.

As soon as Yaoyao's voice came out, the calmness on Gu Bushen's face almost shattered.Grabbing Mu Xingye's collar quickly, the cold eyes shot out like knives: "Mu Xingye! What did you do to Yaoyao?"

No father can stand his child admitting his rival as a father?He had never heard Yaoyao speak so many words before, when the first syllable came out, the crisp and sweet voice drilled into his brain along the eardrum like magic.

That "Dad" should belong to him.

Mu Xingye calmly put away the phone, put it in his trouser pocket, and pinched the collar of Gu Bushen's white shirt, "If Yaoyao wants to be my daughter, I will register her with my Mu family's household registration, there is no need to do anything."

The four eyes met, and the faces of the two were full of undisguised hatred for each other.

"You two are going to fight here?" Shen Wei's voice sounded like a scoop of cold water, dousing the flames in the air.

When Gu Bushen let go, Mu Xingye also let go.He bumped into his shoulder and stepped out of the balcony with one step. His tall and straight figure covered the door and Shen Wei's sight: "Ah Wei, you are thinking too much. I just talked to Mr. Gu. I'm hungry. Is it? Let's go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat."

Shen Wei pushed away his hand that was about to fall on his shoulder, took a step back, and stared at him.

She didn't want to act with him at all without important people present.

She suppressed her voice and said: "You have to make grandma's blood pressure unstable to be happy? Our temple is small here, and we can't accommodate a big Buddha like you, so we won't keep Mr. Mu for dinner."

Mr. Mu?
The balance that Mu Xingye had just found collapsed instantly.

In order to protect Gu Bushen, she asked his legitimate husband to leave?

Gu Bushen came out from the balcony sideways, with a gentle smile, and acted like a good person: "Weiwei, don't be angry, I can understand that Mr. Mu doesn't welcome me. There is still something to do in the hospital, so I won't disturb grandma's rest. Don't worry about me. Conflict."

At any time, he is so generous.

Shen Wei glanced at Mu Xingye,
Nodded: "Then wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen and pack some food for you, soon."

As soon as she turned around with her back supported, Mu Xingye grabbed her elbow. "The kitchen fume is so heavy, are you afraid of fuming your children? Sit there, I'll go."

Shen Wei was taken aback by the sudden overture, and she didn't react until Mu Xingye's tall and broad figure passed by her.

Smoking a ghost through a layer of belly!
But when Mu Xingye went back to the living room, Shen Wei was not there, so he understood that he was sending Gu Bushen downstairs.

Damn!

Is it so blatant to cuckold your husband now?
But grandma is here, so it's not easy for him to have a seizure.

On the mahogany coffee table, there was a big red old-fashioned suitcase, and the old lady was holding a copper key to unlock it.

Hey.

The little golden lock was unlocked, the old lady straightened up, and opened the box with a smile.

Dabai slid over, he was not tall enough, so the antenna came in, and the camera on the antenna projected the image in the box onto the flat electronic screen on Baibai's belly.

"Wow! Antique! Grandma, is our family going to get rich? Can you give Dabai a 1.2-meter long leg?"

The old lady ignored Dabai, took out another photo album, and handed it to Mu Xingye, "This is a photo of Weiwei when she was a child, do you see how it looks different?"

Wu Mei felt that Mu Xingye's pressure was low, so she didn't dare to approach Mu Xingye, and called Dabai back to the kitchen.

Mu Xingye sat down next to his grandmother, and was taken aback when he turned the first page. If the photo hadn't turned yellow, he would have thought that the little girl in the photo was the little wild species who chased him and called him Dad.

In the future is the older Shen Wei.

Some wore shofar braids, some received awards, and one of them was wearing a school uniform, with a young and vigorous face, a pair of big eyes, and a smile.

He subconsciously took out the photo, and a vague smile flashed in his mind.

Grandma sighed: "Hey, how time flies, this is still a picture of Weiwei in middle school. I remember, when you were studying, I always saw you sending Weiwei home. You were gentle and gentle at that time, although you didn't like it. She talks, but she is very considerate and caring. Whenever she sees grandma, she is very polite. She will not leave until she hands Weiwei to me. Once I watched from upstairs. Wei has already entered the corridor, and you are still standing where you are, with that look in your eyes, every time grandma thinks about it, she thinks that we, Weiwei, are blessed, if we can marry someone who loves her so much, it would be great."

The old hand stroked the photo lightly, and sent the photo back to Mu Xingye.

Mu Xingye tensed his back and put the photo back on the folder, something chaotic flashed in his mind.

I don't know if these photos awakened the memories of the past, he felt his throat was dry and tight, and his nerves were twisted into a ball.

These things seem to have never had anything to do with him.

When the food was served, the aroma was overflowing, but Shen Wei hadn't come back yet.

The photo album on Mu Xingye's lap fell to the ground.

A photo slides out.

Blue sky and white clouds, waves on the beach, Shen Wei in the photo was wearing a red bikini with a ball head. She didn't face the camera, but looked sideways at Mu Xingye next to her.

The same is true for Mu Xingye in the photo, with his body half sideways, and the fingertips of his outstretched hand landed on Shen Wei's face.

Just by looking at them, you can feel the lingering gaze between them, the slight curve of the corners of their lips, sweet and cloying.

Mu Xingye's black pupils tightened suddenly, he picked up the album and photos, and locked his eyes on the photos between Mu Xingye's ribs and abdomen.

There is a cyan tattoo as long as half of the little finger, and the horizontal pattern looks like a small key. If you carefully distinguish it, you can see that it is 'ShenWei', the pinyin of Shen Wei's name.

In a house with a moderate temperature with the fresh air system on, Mu Xingye broke into a cold sweat on his back.

Inexplicably, he remembered the side face that was almost the same as his on the bed in room 21 of the hospital in country D.

He randomly stuffed the photos into the photo album, put the photo album on the coffee table, and didn't want to take another look, "Grandma, I'm going to the bathroom."

The old-fashioned bathroom has no open windows, so the lights need to be turned on. Mu Xingye turned on the faucet and washed his face. The self in the mirror was clearly no different from the person in the photo.