Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

— "That would be interesting."

Wan Muyan walked back, and while walking, kicked the sharp and strangely shaped pebbles on the ground with her head down.

"interesting?"

While Mu Yan was puzzled, she raised her foot and kicked the stone vigorously.

The small rocks quickly rolled away and disappeared on the ground, and Mu Yan couldn't see clearly.

She gave up looking for Shi Zi'er, and began to think about Teacher Hua's heart, which she also couldn't see clearly.

What does it mean to be interesting?
Wan Muyan was a little distressed, and always felt that this word contained many emotions.

"Laugh at me?"

Dusk Smoke murmured to herself.

Could it be that she was mocking her for not being able to bear the smell of spiritroot grass?
Thinking of this, Mu Yan had an instant epiphany.

That's right, after all, Hua Zhaoying is already in her 20s, so she probably thinks a young man like her is naive and interesting.

If it were Muyan, maybe it would be the same.

Thinking of this, Mu Yan's heart suddenly became clear.

But before she had gone far, she bumped into someone head-on.

At this moment, the sky was getting late, and the man was turning around to look at the sunset, and at a glance, he saw the evening smoke.

The little girl was bathed in the sun, and her shiny black hair was showing a little brown at this moment.

"Why are you here?"

The first sentence at the beginning was full of shock and normal, but as soon as the second sentence came out, the veins on Wan Muyan's forehead wrinkled a little.

"Could it be that you miss me too much? It's okay. Your brother Shaoqing has been here all the time. If you want to express your thoughts to me, I don't mind. I will always be here waiting for you."

That's a lot to talk about.

Mu Yan stared at him dissatisfied, and pouted her lips a little.

"I've wanted to say something to you for a long time."

Mu Yan spoke coldly and calmly.

Ling Shaoqing immediately beamed with joy, leaned towards his ear happily, and asked in a low voice, "What?"

"You talk too much, it's annoying."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Shaoqing immediately lost her previous proud and confident appearance.

Ling Shaoqing lowered her head aggrievedly, then took two steps on her hind legs, and fanned her folding fan.

On the folding fan, there is a landscape ink painting, and these are all drawn and written by Ling Shaoqing himself.

"I didn't expect you to think of me so much."

Ling Shaoqing sneered bitterly.

Seeing a 13-year-old boy like this, Mu Yan was the first to come up with pity.

Perhaps in the previous world, as Mu Yan, who often treated patients, she had already developed a sense of compassion.

"If you talk less, I'll think you're pretty nice"

Wan Muyan handed the steps to Ling Shaoqing, hoping that he would follow the trend.

Who would have thought that Ling Shaoqing would not respond.

"It's not me if you talk less, that's all."

Mu Yan didn't speak any more.

"Little smoke!"

Just as the two of them stood in silence, a voice full of joy came from above their heads.

Mu Yan's heart trembled, she raised her head, and immediately saw Mimisi standing on the eaves with two buns.

Mimis had a smile on Xiaoyuan's face, while Oakes beside him patted his chest tiredly and looked at Mu Yan.

"We have been looking for you for a long time!"

Oakes said while panting.

"Fortunately, we found Xiaoyan."

It was Mimis who spoke out excitedly.

"There is one more, Mr. Ling."

An ominous premonition hangs over the two of them.