Global Crisis: Doomsday is coming once a week

Murong Xiner hesitated for a while before gently extending her skinny little hand and placing it in Muchenyi's hand.

The two were obviously not much different in age, but Muchenyi felt like he was holding his daughter's palm, and his big hand could hold her small hand inside.

"I'll take you to buy some clothes, and then take you to have a meal, okay?"

He asked softly.

"Well..." Murong Xiner nodded obediently.

Then, Muchenyi led her out of the doghouse, took her to the mall to buy a few sets of clothes, and then opened a room, washed Murong Xiner's dirty body, and changed into the new clothes.

Looking at the brand new Murong Xiner, Muchenyi felt a sense of relief that his daughter had grown up.

But Murong Xiner was still too thin, and the cuffs of her clothes were particularly wide.

"What's your name?" Muchenyi asked symbolically.

Murong Xiner lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, and she stammered:

"My name is, Mu, Mu, Mu..."

"Murong Xiner?" Muchenyi helped her add the last few sentences.

Murong Xiner seemed a little confused, but looking at Muchenyi's determined eyes, she nodded gently:

"It seems to be..."

"Okay, I'll call you Murong Xiner from now on." Muchenyi couldn't help but touch her head.

Murong Xiner was touched by him obediently, and her face was still a little afraid of being abandoned again, and she was worried about gains and losses.

It's a bit like the stray cat adopted by an old lady downstairs from Muchenyi!

Muchenyi looked at the other person's appearance, touched his chin and thought.

Should I take Murong Xiner home?

He was worried that he would be away for too long, and his parents would call the police directly.

But rashly bringing an "orphan" home without registering, is this too harsh? If he is found out, how many years will he be sentenced to?

Forget it, it is just an illusory dungeon world anyway, and he can delay it for a day. He feels that Mo Ziren will come to his door sooner or later.

So, he took Murong Xiner to dinner, and then bought two tickets back to Jiangcheng the next day, and took Murong Xiner, who was wearing a mask, home.

After entering the bus, he stuffed Murong Xiner directly into the double seat and sat outside.

The bus started quickly, and Murong Xiner held his arm tightly, seeming to be extremely dependent on him.

After a few hours of driving, the two took a taxi and returned home.

It was noon, and Mu Chenyi had just walked to the door of his house when he heard the noise inside.

"Mu Haichen, you really gave birth to a good son. In order to avoid going to school, he has now learned to run away from home and stole all the money in the bank card..."

"Calm down, maybe you have been pushing too hard recently, and the child ran away because of too much pressure."

"Are you blaming me?" Mu's mother's voice rose eight degrees.

"I don't blame you, I mean, maybe our son will come back in the next two days..."

Mu's father's voice weakened.

And the instigator, Muchenyi, stood at the door, his eyes twitched, and then he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, it's me..."

"You stinky boy, you dare to come back, see if I will beat you to death today..."

Hearing that it was her baby son who came back, Mu's mother's temper rose, and she directly picked up the broom beside her and opened the door.

Just as she was about to raise the broom to teach her son a lesson, her eyes caught a glimpse of a petite figure behind Muchenyi.

The owner of this figure stretched out a small hand and grabbed Muchenyi's clothes tightly, as if she was frightened by her appearance.

Her cerebellum was atrophied at that time.

Wait a minute, why did my son bring a little girl back this time?

"This time, I will definitely not let this bastard go. I will beat him myself!"

Mu's father's voice also rang in the room. He untied his belt and pulled out the Seven Wolves while coming to the door.

But soon, he also reacted the same as Mu's mother. After seeing Murong Xin'er, he was stunned.

"Dad, Mom, I brought Xin'er back to see you."

Mu Chenyi has an adult soul after all. He gently patted Murong Xin'er's action as a comfort, and explained to the two elders: "I went out this time just to bring Xin'er back..."

...

Half an hour later, at the family dining table.

"So, what you mean is that you dreamed that this little girl was in Beicheng, and she was your future wife, so you went to Beicheng to pick her up?"

While talking, Mu's mother looked at Murong Xin'er's incredibly pretty face.

Although this girl looked very thin, you could still tell from her delicate face how beautiful she would be when she grew up.A disaster for the country and the people...

Thinking of this, Mu's mother really believed it.

After all, her son went on a long trip and brought back such a beautiful little girl. Could this little girl really be her future daughter-in-law?

She looked at Mu's father, intending to listen to the head of the family's thoughts.

But when she caught a glimpse of Mu's father's face full of pride, she was instantly furious.

Okay, okay, your son brought a little girl back from somewhere outside, and you didn't criticize him at all, but you are proud of him?

Under the table, she stepped hard on Mu's father.

"Hiss!"

On the table next to him, Mu's father gasped.

"Dad, what do you think of this?" Mu's mother asked almost gritting her teeth.

"I think it's good. I think this little girl is good...hiss!"

Mu's father gasped again after only saying half of his words.

Because Mu's mother stepped on his instep again!

"Ahem, but then again, I think this matter needs to be discussed. After all, the identity of this little girl is uncertain. You rashly take her home..." Mu's father turned to Mu Chenyi and said.

"Dad and Mom, I believe that for my future happiness, you will definitely agree to let Xin'er live in our house. That's it!"

Mu Chenyi stood up and made a decision, pulling Murong Xin'er back to his bedroom.

The old couple watched their son pull the girl into the bedroom.

After entering the room.

Murong Xin'er looked at Mu Chenyi's actions, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Chenyi asked while changing clothes.

"Do your parents dislike me?" Murong Xin'er asked in a low voice.

"They like you, but they just can't accept it for a while. Don't worry, you just live in our house." Mu Chenyi touched her head again and comforted her.

In fact, he deliberately said that to his parents. If he hadn't told them that Murong Xin'er was their future daughter-in-law, his parents probably wouldn't have let him keep Murong Xin'er at home.

Murong Xin'er pursed her lips and nodded with a heavy heart.