Mu Shao's Spicy Sweet Wife

Mu Xingye reached out and stroked Yaoyao's head.

Her hair is very good, just like Shen Wei's, black, shiny and smooth. Today, her hair is pressed with off-white rabbit ears, which is quiet and cute.

Yaoyao obediently rubbed against his palm, and said proudly: "Father, if you have something to do, you don't have to come back to see me and my younger brother. I will take good care of my younger brother, so don't worry!"

She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew she was the older sister, and she would help mom and dad take care of her younger brother and the family at all times.

Mu Xingye's throat seemed to be stuffed with honey in an instant, but it was honey wrapped in coptis. It was sweet on the surface, but bitter on the inside, so bitter that his whole body became sour.

For so many years, he hasn't taken care of Yaoyao for a few days, and his attitude towards her before can even be called bad.

He put her under house arrest, didn't trust her, made her almost jump off a building, and almost buried her alive...

Although at that time, he didn't know that she was his daughter, but she was just an innocent poor child who wanted to find her parents.

His cruelty is outrageous at any time.

But Yaoyao's attitude towards him has never changed. She is confident, kind and sensible, and has never complained about his incompetent father.

The self-blame that was deliberately avoided opened up in his heart, like germinated seeds, and soon the vines that spread out along with the blood quickly spread all over Mu Xingye's heart.

Yaoyao is not like Ze'an, Ze'an was born with thousands of loves, all relatives surround him, give him the best conditions, the best care, he is held in the palm of everyone like an eyeball .

The more sensible she was, the more uneasy Mu Xingye felt. She was still so young, and she must have suffered a lot to walk in front of him and Shen Wei step by step in this huge world.

All her seemingly precocious maturity is but the accumulation of all the suffering she has experienced.

"It's so easy to say, it's easy to take care of my brother, huh?" Mu Xingye said, trying his best to sound as normal as usual.

"Well, that's not true. My brother got up this morning and didn't see you. I was sad for a while! But who am I? I'm his Yaoyao sister. Naturally, there are ways. And, Dad, I like you, just like you. Difficult, challenging things!"

The clear eyes are shining brightly, as if reflecting the sky full of stars.

Mu Xingye made it very clear first, Ze'an had never been particularly clingy to him, Yaoyao was the only one who missed him so much.

Such a good child, before he had time to make up for her sufferings, he was about to be forced to let go.

Mu Xingye's hand ran down her hair, caressed her thin back, and pulled her into his arms, "My Yaoyao is the best girl... sister in the world."

He really wanted to say "the best daughter", but he was afraid that once the words were spoken, he would never let go.

Shen Wei was still lying on the operating table, waiting for the liver to save her life. At this time, he had no right to go back on his word.

"Dad, you are also the best dad in the world." Yaoyao pressed against him, with a smile in his warm words.

Mu Xingye's heart sank heavily...

He planted a heavy kiss on Yaoyao's forehead, closed his eyes fiercely, restrained the voice in his mind clamoring for him to stay, and calmly said: "Okay, then Dad will entrust the task of taking care of my younger brother to is you."

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to calm and clear, he let go of Yaoyao, got up and stood beside the crib, looking at Ze'an.

Although Ze'an was born prematurely, after the careful care of the whole family, he is now a round baby no different from a normal baby.

He closed his eyes peacefully, his red lips were pouty, and he fell asleep soundly.

Mu Xingye leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on Ze'an's forehead: Son, I wish you a safe and smooth life, free from illness and disaster.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress the reluctance in his heart and the cloud that was about to rush out of his eyes, exhaled, turned and left.

Yaoyao followed him for two steps, then stopped, looked at his back with trembling lips, and still couldn't help saying: "Dad, Yaoyao will take good care of my younger brother and wait for you to go home with mother."

She bent her mouth hard, maybe her mother was very ill, and her father didn't want them to worry, so she couldn't make her worry.

Mu Xingye's straight back trembled violently. Can he return to this home?

For the first time in his life, he was full of unknowns and doubts about the future. Even when he just knew that he had lost his memory, he didn't expect to be so confused now.

There seemed to be a knife on his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back. This was obviously his home, his daughter and son, but he didn't dare to turn his head to take another look. He was afraid that as long as he took another look, he would be reluctant to step out of this door... …

Mu Xingye took a deep breath, swallowed all the bitter tears mixed with blood, and waved goodbye to Yaoyao with his back turned.

The door was closed without hesitation, and the smile on Yaoyao's face dimmed.

She didn't know why, she felt that her father was very sad today, so sad that she was as smart as her, and she didn't know how to help him.

Mu Xingye went upstairs, opened the wardrobe in the bedroom, took out a black square box from it, and opened it carefully.

Inside are the childish-looking gifts that he and Yaoyao bought for Shen Wei. In Yaoyao's words, gifts are not about being expensive, but about being willing and persistent. If you persist in small gifts, they will accumulate. A big surprise.

Yaoyao is a big kid, and she talks about the same reasoning, but Mu Xingye has no time to practice her fallacies.

Mu Xingye raised his head and faced the ceiling, forcing himself to swallow all his unwillingness. He pushed the gift aside, released a cooperation agreement from the bottom of the box, and pressed it slowly and solemnly under Shen Wei's pillow.

Then he carried the box of gifts that would never be used, and walked out of the room step by step without looking back.

The Heyuan was uniformly decorated as early as when Mu's house was completed, without the efforts of Mu Xingye or Shen Wei.

But they have lived here for so long, the night light on the bedside, the skin care products on the dressing table, those exquisite and meticulous little ornaments, but they have no intention of revealing that they used to live and create together here.

Mu Xingye gritted his teeth, and drove out the images that flashed in his mind unconsciously.

"Master, are you going out again?" Aunt Gui saw Mu Xingye walking out with the box in his arms, and offered to help, "Let me do the rough work of moving things."

She couldn't help but take the box from Mu Xingye, "Are you moving it to the car?"

Mu Xingye's hands were suddenly empty, and his heart was also empty. As if he suddenly realized something, he curled his lips and smiled bitterly, "No, throw it away for me."