Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

A seven-year-old child is actually like a mirror in his heart, understanding everything.

After hearing Ling Shaoqing's words, Mu Xuecheng and Mimisi cast curious glances at Muyan, with the word "gossip" forcefully written in their eyes.

Wan Muyan, however, seemed to have not seen it, and continued to eat on her own.

Hua Zhaoying's eyes wandered over the two of them, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I just think the reactions of the two children in front of me are very interesting.

Although most of the time, Hua Zhaoying didn't think that Muyan was a child.

"I'm full, let's go first."

Twilight Smoke said so.

She stood up and turned to leave.

At this time, Ling Shaoqing, who had been chattering at the dinner table, also got up quickly, and he approached Wan Muyan very attentively, poking his head.

"Why, Xiao Yan, where are you going? Do you want to go with me?"

Ling Shaoqing smiled happily.

Wan Muyan only glanced at him indifferently, and then said: "I'm going back, I want to rest, haven't you eaten yet? Let's go when you're full."

Mu Yan said to him very politely.

Ling Shaoqing could only shake her head regretfully, and walked back to her seat in frustration.

"It's okay, Brother Shaoqing!" It was Mimis who comforted him.

"That's right Brother Ling, don't be sad."

Oakes also quickly echoed.

Oakes raised his hand and patted Ling Shaoqing's shoulder.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, not to mention that Xiao Yan is a... well, how do you say that?"

Oakes seemed to be unable to make up any more, and quickly winked at Mimis.

Mimisi rolled his eyes, and then said: "Slow heat, Xiao Yan is actually very fun and cheerful, but his temper is a bit slow."

Encouraged by Xiaoyan's friend, Ling Shaoqing became happy again.

With everyone's support, he happily chatted with them about all kinds of things with this strange kid, Mu Yan.

Hua Zhaoying turned her head to look at Mu Yan's back, and sighed helplessly again.

Mu Yan was wandering around aimlessly, when suddenly a little boy appeared in front of her.

He was as tall as himself, standing in front of him, and didn't intend to give way to him.

Mu Yan could recognize him at a glance.

This boy is He Zifu from Dikunmen, that cold-looking kid.

"Hi, excuse me." Wan Muyan said, then raised her hand slightly, and walked towards him.

But the little boy raised a hand to stop her, and didn't intend to let her pass.

Wan Muyan frowned in doubt, the anger in her heart had just risen when she heard the boy's words again.

"You are Mu Yan?"

After stopping the person, what came out was such an extremely rude words.

Wan Muyan frowned, she raised her hand quickly, grabbed the boy's hand in front of her, and chopped it off with a knife.

But the boy didn't even blink his eyes, as if he had no pain and no feet in the first place.

His cold appearance made Mu Yan feel a little weird, and even felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

She was afraid of this feeling of coldness and alienation, as if she had been surrounded by such feelings a long time ago.

Even the coldness and stiffness of the person in front of him is so familiar.

Wan Muyan couldn't help laughing at her inner thoughts.

The top priority should be to get this kid out of here as soon as possible.