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

Mu Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, probably because he didn't smile often, so his expression looked a bit stiff.

"Be good, stop crying."

Gently wiping away the tears on the little guy's face with his rough hands, Mu Cheng spoke softly and looked cautious.

Miaomiao sniffed and looked at Mu Cheng curiously.

Outside the door, Yuan Yu and the housekeeper were waiting at the door, and Wen Rufeng's figure suddenly appeared.

"What's going on? Where's Miaomiao?" Yuan Yu stepped forward to stabilize Wen Rufeng.

Why, after a while, the cub was gone.

Wen Rufeng stood firm and had no time to answer Yuan Yu's question. Worry about Miaomiao filled every inch of his heart. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to knock on the door. He said coldly inside: "Mu Cheng! Open the door!"

damn it!

Miaomiao is so timid, she will definitely be scared to tears.

It seemed that he could already imagine the little guy wiping away his tears, and Wen Rufeng's face became increasingly ugly.

When Yuan Yu saw this, he naturally understood what was going on.

It's better now, His Majesty the Emperor is also annoyed.

"Well done, Mu Cheng!"

Rolling up his sleeves and ignoring His Majesty's majesty, Yuan Yu knocked on the door loudly.

"Open the door, open the door quickly! Listen carefully, kid, if anything happens to Miaomiao, I will not make it easy for you! Do you hear me, open the door quickly!"

But after the harsh words were finished, there was no movement inside.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Yuan Yu grabbed the collar of the butler next to him and asked aggressively: "Butler, what's going on? My kid is still in there. Are you responsible if something happens? Get the key quickly!"

The housekeeper quickly comforted him: "Your Majesty, please calm down."

Yuan Yu: "Why don't you calm down? This anger won't go away. Hurry up and get the key."

The butler looked embarrassed.

"how?"

"Only the owner of the house has the key to this door. If the owner is not willing to open it, no one can open it."

The housekeeper felt secretly bitter.

Head of the house, head of the house, you have done me a terrible job.

"Can't open it?!" Yuan Yu's voice suddenly rose.

"No, no, no, no, call someone to pick the lock. If that doesn't work, blow up the door."

People who are caught in chaos are the most unstable. Who knows what that guy will do.

Yuan Yu couldn't bear it any longer and immediately came to pry open the door.

Although Wen Rufeng was not as fussy as Yuan Yu, his movements were not slow at all, and he quickly contacted the craftsman.

The butler opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

It's them who are at fault. Just pry open this door.

Inside the house, listening to the commotion outside, Mu Cheng quietly held the soft cub, unmoved at all.

This long-lost feeling of tranquility was so great that Mu Cheng didn't want to be disturbed by anyone yet.

As for what to do if someone comes to pry the door open later?

Don't worry, this door was specially installed by him. Even the top craftsmen can't open the door that easily.

Seeing the little cub in his arms obediently tilting his head to look at him, Mu Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and smile in his deep eyes.

"So good, touch your head."

The man's big hands rubbed the top of the little guy's plush hair.

Miaomiao blinked, "Uncle, Uncle Yuan and Uncle Wen are outside. They are very anxious. Let's get out quickly."

After all, Wen Rufeng had taken the cub with her for a few days, and the little one was still closer to Wen Rufeng and the others.

Mu Cheng straightened his mouth.

"It's okay, they are in a hurry."

He didn't care anyway.

"But, they will be very worried about Miaomiao."

Sensible children don’t want adults to worry.

Mu Cheng's eyes darkened: "Does Miaomiao care about them?"

Not understanding why Mu Cheng suddenly asked this, Miaomiao nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes."

"Where are Miaomiao's parents?"

The little guy shook his head and answered honestly: "Miaomiao has no parents."

Don’t have parents?

Hearing the little guy's immature answer, Mu Cheng's eyes flashed.

Afraid of making Miaomiao sad by asking too many questions, Mu Cheng did not continue to ask more questions, but changed the subject: "How old is Miaomiao this year?"

"Miaomiao is three years old this year."

Her chubby little hand made an OK gesture, Miaomiao smiled silly, her voice was so soft and sweet that it could penetrate people's hearts.

It seemed that he felt that he was a big friend at the age of three, and the little boy puffed out his chest proudly.

Noticing the cub's childish behavior, Mu Cheng's eyes softened, he gently pinched the little glutinous rice dumpling's pink cheeks, and praised without hesitation: "Wow, you are three years old, Miaomiao is great."

Miaomiao was a little shy after being praised. She covered her face, stared at Mu Cheng with watery eyes, and said coquettishly: "Hehe, it's not bad, it's not great."

It's just a drop of a stick.

But his chin was raised heartily, and the whole cub was extremely happy.