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"Where's Fu Ning?" He asked casually as the wheelchair sounded, and the servant behind him was pushing Liu Cenhui forward.

Uncle Chen followed closely beside him, originally he was reporting on the guests who had been blocked from visiting for the past two days, but when he was caught off guard by such a question, he stuttered for an instant.

"Ning, Master Ning..."

"Huh?" Liu Cenhui turned his head and raised his head slightly, just in time to see Uncle Chen's strange expression, "What's wrong with him?"

Uncle Chen swallowed, and answered with some difficulty: "Master Ning may be playing in the garden."

After all, there were no young children in the villa before, and naturally there may not be any fun things.

Fu Ning, born on the other hand, loves to play, turning left and right, but only the garden outside is interesting.

But what made Uncle Chen really feel difficult——

Funing played in the garden for six days, and for five and a half days, he entered the house with a head of grass clippings and mud all over his body, and for the rest of the day, he ran around and broke his knees, so he didn't have time to make a fuss.

"Just playing in the garden?" Liu Cenhui was a little skeptical, not understanding what was embarrassing for Chen Bo just being in the garden.

At this time, Uncle Chen tentatively said: "How about I go and call Young Master Ning back?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Cenhui's answer was exactly what Uncle Chen didn't want to hear: "No, push me to the garden, I'll go and have a look."

Uncle Chen's heart skipped a beat immediately, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't say anything more after all.

The group soon arrived at the garden behind the villa. They were supposed to see Liu Cenhui approaching from a distance, so they put down their work and greeted him.

Liu Cenhui nodded lightly, and asked by the way, "Where is Fu Ning?"

The gardener was very upright, and he didn't think about the winks that Uncle Chen kept giving him: "Master Ning is playing at the grapevine, do you need me to lead the way, sir?"

As soon as the gardener finished speaking, Liu Cenhui didn't respond, but Chen Bo secretly yelled "Oops".

Liu Cenhui refused the gardener's guidance and let the servant continue to push the wheelchair.

But the scene he saw next was completely in line with what Chen Bo had in mind, and it made Liu Cenhui angry all of a sudden.

I saw directly ahead, under the luxuriant vines, a half-grown boy was concentrating on playing.

There were two small flowers pinned to Fu Ning's ears, and a garland made of willow branches on his head, but his fair face was covered with mud, and those white and tender hands were even more unsightly.

The live cases of mud monkeys are nothing more than that.

Uncle Chen secretly said "Ouch" from the side, but he didn't expect it, but he didn't notice it at a glance, and let his wife play with mud.

"What does it look like!" Liu Cenhui was furious when he saw Fu Ning lying on the ground with his own eyes.

"Hurry up and pull him up!" He scolded in a low voice, looking at Fu Ning from afar with disgust in his eyes.

playing with mud...

Liu Cenhui had never seen any adult make himself into such a mess.

Even a child who is a little more sensible would not be fooling around like this.

Still playing with mud!

When he is a three-year-old child?

Liu Cenhui's brows were tightly knit together, and there was a faint spark of anger in his eyes.

Uncle Chen hastily agreed, and trotted towards Fu Ning in a hurry, calling softly: "Master Ning, my little ancestor!"

The movement here finally caught Funing's attention, and he raised his head suspiciously, his eyes full of blankness.

However, the first time he raised his head, he didn't look at Uncle Chen who was running. Instead, he looked straight at the man sitting in the wheelchair in the distance as if he was being drawn.

"Huh?" Funing snorted softly, "It looks familiar... who is it?"