Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

After Hang Jin got up the next day, what he saw from the window was two people, one big and one small, sitting in the yard talking.

The siblings were on a swing, swinging their legs, chatting with each other.

Mu Yue was actually a little nervous, she was afraid that Xing Xing would ask herself, her work, why she was at home today, how would she answer?

She had a lot of excuses running through her mind.

But Mu Xing didn't ask at all.

He just looked at Mu Yue and sighed exaggeratedly: "Sister, I think you've lost weight."

When Mu Yue heard this, she looked down at herself nervously.

Mu Xing sighed again: "It looks a little haggard, as if the skin is not as smooth as before."

Mu Yue became even more nervous now, and Ami, who was on the sidelines, took out a small mirror from her stomach and handed it to Mu Yue.

And when Mu Yue looked up and down, she praised in a serious tone: "Actually, there is not a big change, the little master Mu Yue is still so beautiful."

Mu Yue, who was a little nervous at first, was suddenly amused. She stretched out her arms and hugged Ami, resting her head on Ami's round belly that had become limp because of the little master's approach, and muttered a little aggrieved: "Oh, Ami, it's good to make money." Difficult."

Ami reached out and touched her head, played a piece of pure music, and poured her a bowl of chicken soup: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but everything will be better!"

Mu Yue held it and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, Ami said to Mu Xing, "Master Mu Yue is asleep."

Its arms lengthened a bit, picked up Mu Yue, and sent it to the room.

When Hang Jin was pushed into the yard, he heard Mu Xing and Ami bargaining: "...I secretly, don't you tell my parents, okay?"

Amy: "No way!"

Mu Xing: "Don't I have your highest authority?"

Ami replied softly: "Yes, but any behavior that is not good for the little master's health, Ami is absolutely not allowed."

Mu Xing: "..."

stuffy.

He is indeed not in good health now. In a place like Chiyuexing, regardless of his health or age, it is absolutely impossible to go out and find a job.

But on Xingwang, as long as he is willing, he can find many ways to make money.

It's a pity that Ami doesn't allow it.

In Ami's perception, letting a 13-year-old young master find a job to earn money on Xingwang is against its intelligent system settings.

Even if Mu Xing has all sorts of abilities, his every move is under the supervision of Ami, so he can't do anything at all.

He sighed there alone, his eyes couldn't help but drifted to the rose plant whose growth rate was extremely unscientific, and it had covered most of the courtyard wall in just a few days.

I couldn't help muttering: "What's the use of growing tall, you are blooming."

When Hang Jin came closer, Mu Xing glanced at him, not interested in speaking.

He said slowly: "It's stupid for you to put your hopes on such unrealistic things."

Mu Xing: "..."

He couldn't help but wonder how his sister could fall in love with this man.

Although it looks pretty, but this mouth really can't speak.

Hang Jin asked him again: "you are only so old, don't you go to school?"

Mu Xing replied lazily: "Because of his health, he used to be a tutor. You know what's going on now."

Mu Lin only hoped that their whole family would die in Chiyuexing, how could he hire them a teacher?

Hang Jin frowned: "After I go back, I can mention it to the head of the Mu family."

Mu Xing glanced at him strangely: "Thank you."

Hang Jin nodded and sat in the yard basking in the sun.

He is not a talkative person either, Mu Xing is sitting on the swing thinking about things and not chatting, the two are actually quite harmonious.

It wasn't until lunch time that Mu Yue woke up.

Ami brought his three Mi servants to serve the food, and after asking the three of them for their opinions, the lunch was directly placed on the small table in the yard.

In addition to the usual dishes, there is an extra soup.

The smell is not very good.

Mu Xing took a look.

Ami said: "It's star herbal soup, the master ordered it to be boiled for the guests."

Hang Jin was taken aback.

Star Grass is a kind of herb that grows in the gaps of meteorites. It is very nourishing and the price is not cheap.

Ami imitated Mu Rongrong's voice: "Mingyu, Auntie has no money to buy medicine for you to see a doctor, so I can only cook you some soup to nourish your body."

But the star grass is not cheap. Aren't they still working outside to earn living expenses?

Hang Jin's observation skills are so keen, even though Mu Rongrong and the others always smile when they come back, the tiredness in their eyes can't be concealed at all.

Work is so tiring, earn some money and remember to buy supplements for this "son of a family friend" who I don't know at all.

It's no wonder that Mu Rongrong occupies the position of the first heir, and is squeezed out by his younger brother so much that he can't even stay as the main star.

So stupid.Hang Jin thought blankly.

He glanced at the two siblings sitting opposite.Seeing that they were only surprised for a moment, they didn't care, and started eating happily.

I don't care at all that my mother just spent a "huge sum" of money to buy medicine for strangers, which made the already poor family worse.

None of the family is very bright.

Hang Jin picked up the bowl and drank the strange star herbal soup in one gulp. At the same time, he couldn't help thinking: Such a stupid family, why don't you find a way to help.

Otherwise, they might not even know who the black hand is after being sold out.

In the afternoon, Mu Xing usually takes a nap. His body is weak and he is always prone to sleepiness.

Mu Yue got enough sleep in the morning, and now she is very energetic.

She took a sneak look at Hang Jin, and saw that he was sitting there with his eyes closed, his face was pale because of his injury, and his facial features were deep and handsome, very good-looking.

The background is exactly the blooming rose vines.

She felt a little itchy, and took out the painting tools, but with a few strokes, she drew a clear outline.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yue, who was immersed in her own world, shook her hand, and the brush immediately left a glaring mark on the paper.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the man named Lu Mingyu looking at her indifferently.

Mu Yue was panicked.

Probably out of salty fish's instinct, she felt fear from the first sight of this man.

It may be because this person doesn't like to laugh very much, and he always looks serious and indifferent.

It feels much harsher than the old man who taught her how to draw back then.

As soon as Mu Yue saw him, it was as if a poor student who didn't do his homework met his class teacher.

cowardly.

She stammered and said, "I, I'm painting."

Hang Jin glanced over, and the painting was half finished. A tall and stern man sat under the wall covered with roses, raised his head slightly, the sun fell on his face, and he was smiling.

It's him.

Not him.

Seeing him looking at the painting, Mu Yue felt a rush of heat from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head.

It's not shyness, it's embarrassment.

But she was still calm, and explained: "I saw you fell asleep... you look pretty, but I couldn't hold back the itching."

Looking at the painting, Hang Jin felt very strange: "In your eyes, is this how I look?"

Mu Yue shook her head honestly: "I just think this way, it might look better."

Such a pretty face, it's a pity not to smile more.

Hang Jin looked at the painting for a long time and said, "You are very talented in painting."

Mu Yuejing couldn't boast, and immediately laughed when he heard the words: "Yeah, I think so too."

"It's a pity that I was not sensible before, and it was too tiring to learn from the teacher." She was a little frustrated, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be too high or too low now, and I wouldn't be able to sell my paintings at a price."

She was like Papa, with brilliant blond hair and the way her head drooped like a poor little golden retriever.

Hang Jin took the brush from her hand.

Mu Yue:?

She watched blankly as the cold and serious man drew a few strokes on the lined part of her. On the cheek of the smiling man with his eyes closed, a blooming rose flower hung down.

Mu Xing yawned and walked out of the room, looking into the yard.

?

!

He dozed off and woke up.

But I haven't seen each other for two hours. Why are his sister and that man so familiar?

In the yard, Mu Yue has moved her drawing board chairs to the side of Hang Jin's wheelchair very attentively, and even ordered Xiao Xiaomi around...

Pass tea to the boss!

Big guy eats dim sum!

Although the two didn't talk much, the atmosphere was peaceful and familiar to the naked eye.

Obviously when eating, it is not like this.

Mu Xing rubbed his eyes, feeling very vigilant.

He stretched his voice and shouted: "Sister!"

Mu Yue looked up and saw him, with a happy smile on her face, she waved to him: "Xing Xing is awake? Come and see the painting my sister drew just now."

When Mu Xing walked over, she said in an amazed tone: "Mr. Lu is really amazing. When I saw him before, I thought he was a cold soldier. I didn't expect him to be so good at drawing, and his strokes are so gentle. .”

When Mu Xing looked at the painting, it was a picture of a rose: on the petals of a pink rose in full bloom, there was a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Hang Jin lowered his eyes and put down his pen: "I studied for a few years before."

Mu Yue felt that she had been stabbed in the heart by the boss.

Mu Xing took a critical look at the painting, and admitted that the painting was indeed very good.

Looking at Mu Yue's painting again, it is a man sitting under a rose.

Mu Xing recognized at a glance that the man was Lu Mingyu.

He suddenly became more vigilant.

How thick of a filter do you have to wear to paint this man so gentle?

He turned his head and took a look at Hang Jin.Hang Jin just felt that the eyes were not very friendly.

He wondered, where did he offend this little fox?

I saw the little fox turned his head, facing his sister, coquettishly: "Sister, you didn't draw for me, you are not allowed to draw for others!"

Mu Yue asked stupidly: "Didn't you say a few days ago that I drew too many of you, so let me draw something else?"

Mu Xing: "..."

"I don't care!" He was unreasonable, "You paint me, you are not allowed to paint others!"

Although Mu Yue felt a little baffled, her coquettish younger brother was really too cute.

She hugged him in her arms and rubbed him again, and said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, whatever the stars say, my sister only draws you, okay."

Mu Xing, with his soft hair that was rubbed to the point of blowing, thought tiredly: For my sister's happiness, I really paid too much.

Amy is here now.

Its red eyes twinkle, which is usually used to express excitement.

"Little master, little master." Its tone also changed into a cheerful mode, "Go and see the roses!"