Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

Hearing what Song Yuan said, Mu Tingyu couldn't help but frown and argued with an unhappy expression:

"Mr. Song, student..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little boy below.

"Uncle, don't you have any children?"

Puffing up her cheeks, Miaomiao glared at Song Yuan angrily.

The little guy's eyes widened.

Song Yuan was slightly stunned when he was treated so rudely for the first time.

"What do you mean?"

Miaomiao ignored Song Yuan's question and continued to ask: "Don't you have children?"

My brother is so good, how can this uncle talk about him?

Besides, raising children is a waste of time.

Miaomiao disagrees!

Miaomiao doesn't accept it!

Seeing the aggressive look on the little guy's face, Song Yuan tilted his head, a little confused as to why she had such a big reaction.

But now that the kid asked, Song Yuan was silent for a while, then shook his head in embarrassment and said, "No."

Although he has been around for a long time, he has always been obsessed with academics. Even if his family urges him every year, it is of no use.

Such an honest and emotionally stable answer made Miaomiao, who was already full of words and was about to talk to this uncle, confused.

Why is this so different from what Miaomiao thought?

At this time, shouldn't this uncle be mean to Miaomiao, and then Miaomiao be mean to go back, and finally the two of them quarrel?

The little fat kid turned his head in a circle, looking at Song Yuan who didn't seem to be arguing at all, and his whole body's aura suddenly dropped.

Oops, I met someone who didn't act according to common sense.

If this uncle doesn't come back fiercely, he will look like a bad guy who bullies adults.

Miaomiao, don’t be a bad guy.

The little one is like this. If she meets an unfriendly person, she will be doubly unfriendly. But if the other person's mood is stable, she doesn't know what to do.

"Any questions?"

Song Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at the frustrated little boy.

His tone was as calm as water.

Miaomiao raised her head, and she could see a bit of loneliness (dense fog) on ​​Song Yuan's face.

Well, wouldn't it be a subtle stab at this uncle's sore spot?

Thinking of this possibility, Miaomiao's conscience couldn't stand it anymore, and she opened her mouth: "No, uncle, you are quite..."

The little guy blinked and crossed his fingers, not knowing what to say.

What's going on with this inexplicable guilty feeling even though you've done nothing?

"What's that?" Song Yuan asked in a serious tone.

Miaomiao was so stunned by Song Yuan that she was speechless for a long time. She drooped her face and looked at her brother for help.

Brother, hurry up and save Miaomiao.

Zhao Huaijin watched the interaction between the big one and the small one with great joy, and could no longer hold back his trembling shoulders.

He knew that his friend didn't have any bad intentions, he was just a strict person, and he always said some disappointing things. If he wasn't extremely talented and had some influence in his family, this bad temper would definitely be criticized by others when he walked out.

But he never expected that the first person to criticize his friend would be a child.

There is an older one and a younger one, one is stubborn and curious, and the other is wiry and dull. It’s really funny.

Zhao Huaijin had time to watch the show, but Mu Tingyu couldn't stand the pitiful look in his sister's eyes.

He stepped forward, protected Miao Miao behind him, and abruptly changed the subject: "Captain, Mr. Song, it's getting late. The students will leave now."

Being cueed suddenly, although he still wanted to continue watching the show, considering that the little guy was already at a loss and clenching his fists, Zhao Huaijin could only suppress the corners of his mouth that were raised crazily and nodded: "Okay, just take Miaomiao back first. Well, if you don’t understand anything in the future, feel free to come to Xuanyu and me in Qichishe.”

Xuanyu is a character from the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

"If you don't mind, you can also bring Miaomiao with you. Miaomiao, do you agree?"

Watching the excitement is not too big a deal. Before leaving, Zhao Huaijin made a playful suggestion and looked at Miaomiao solicitously.

As expected, when Miaomiao was asked, her chubby face suddenly fell and she shook her head like a rattle.

The little boy didn't want to experience this embarrassing encounter again.

"No, no, no, no, no, Miaomiao is very busy and has no time."

He looked panicked, fearing that he would be caught if he shook his head too slowly.

"Pfft haha——"

Zhao Huaijin couldn't hold it back and laughed a little.

He was startled, then immediately shut up and pretended that nothing happened.

It's not because he's smiling, it has nothing to do with him.

Hearing Zhao Huaijin's laughter, Miaomiao wrinkled her nose, hugged her brother's thigh with a flushed face, and silently acted like an ostrich.

As long as Miaomiao cannot be seen, it is not Miaomiao who is being laughed at.

That's right!

That's it! ! !

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Mu Tingyu lowered his head and patted his sister who was burying her head. From his angle, he could see the little guy's small, rounded breasts trembling, as if to seduce him to pinch them.

Bowing politely to Zhao Huaijin and Song Yuan, Mu Tingyu led Miaomiao slowly out of Qichi House.

"What's wrong with the kid?"

After watching the two brothers and sisters leave, Song Yuan turned to look at Zhao Huaijin, feeling extremely confused.

Zhao Huaijin shrugged and spread his hands: "Who knows."

On the other side, Miaomiao didn't tentatively come out of her brother's arms until she left Qichi's house.

After confirming that Song Yuan hadn't followed, the little boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, Miaomiao was so embarrassed just now."

Holding Mu Tingyu's hand, the little guy chattered about his recent mental activities.

Mu Tingyu listened patiently to Miaomiao's musings, and nodded along with the little guy's movements from time to time to increase the sense of interaction.

"Miss Miaomiao, Miss Miaomiao..."

There was a faint sound of breathing behind him, and when he heard Miaomiao's name keenly, Mu Tingyu turned around and saw a woman wearing a light blue coat and skirt hurried towards her direction with the hem of her skirt in hand. .

"M-Ms. Miao." Lu Guo held her chest, panting.

Miaomiao still remembered that Luguo was the maid next to Meng Baiying, and asked a little strangely: "Sister Luguo, are you looking for Miaomiao?"

"It's not a slave, it's a madam." Finally she recovered, Lu Guo waved her hand and mentioned Meng Baiying.

"Miss Miaomiao, Madam called me here because she wants to invite you to visit the house often in the future."

"Invite Miaomiao?" Miaomiao pointed at herself, a little confused.

Lu Guo nodded: "Yes, I'm just inviting you."

"To put it bluntly, Lu Guo has never seen Madam as relaxed as she is today. Miss Miaomiao, Madam likes you very much."

Lu Guo stared at Miaomiao eagerly.

Lu Guo was sold to Ren Ya Zi by her father since she was a child. It was his wife who bought her and kept her fed and clothed. Lu Guo was grateful to Madam from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, Madam is so happy, Lu Guo thought, she must not let this opportunity pass by.

"Miss Miaomiao, are you willing?" She looked at Miaomiao pleadingly.