Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

No memory, neither of them have any memory!

The weather in summer is particularly good. Nancheng is a good place to retire. The climate is pleasant. Even in the hot summer, it is accompanied by cool wind. Compared with other areas where the water is extremely hot, this place can be regarded as heaven.

In the park of the community, the two-headed Mu Ciwan was doing Tai Chi with his grandfather, surrounded by grandparents from the community in twos and threes, looking at them with a smile.

"Ciwan played Tai Chi with grandpa again today, don't mention it, it's really decent."

"Hello, Grandma Zhang." Just as it was over, Mu Ciwan obediently withdrew his hand and looked at the old grandma who was speaking.

The sun happened to be setting, and it dazzled her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes lit up.

In the dazzling light, a car stopped, and a little boy slowly opened the door and walked out from inside.

Wearing a light-colored hat on his head, his black pupils are a little confused, his cheeks are round and his skin is still milky white, Mu Ciwan thinks he must be whiter than milk, he looks so good-looking, as if, It's like... Mu Ciwan thought about it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion - just like an angel in a fairy tale.

"Goodbye, what are you looking at?"

Grandpa's voice came over suddenly, startling Mu Ciwan, and saw the little boy looking over here.

She grinned, subconsciously wanting to leave a good impression on the other party, but the other party seemed to be frightened, and shrank behind the person beside her, unwilling to poke her head out.

"Late farewell?"

Grandpa's voice sounded again.

Mu Ciwan pouted and looked at Grandpa, thinking that Grandpa must have scared the little angel, so he gave Grandpa a dissatisfied look.

Grandpa looked puzzled, so he chuckled, "Okay, I'm done with Tai Chi today, let's go, go home and see what your mother made today, and say goodbye to grandparents."

As he spoke, he put his hands on her small shoulders.

Mu Ciwan didn't want to, she took small steps to avoid Grandpa's hand, but when she turned around again, the little angel was gone, only the car was left there.

Until she got home, Mu Ciwan still had that little boy in her mind, so the first thing she did when she got home was to throw herself in front of her father who was sitting in the living room drinking medicine, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Dad, I saw you Speaking of angels."

Mu's father stopped taking the medicine, and his gaze bypassed Mu Ciwan and landed on Grandpa behind her.

Grandpa spread his hands and shook his head, expressing that he didn't know either.

"Really, what does the angel that Ciwan saw look like?"

Hearing her father's question, Mu Ciwan really wanted to describe what she saw. Unfortunately, she was only four years old and lacked language. She frowned and thought for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "He is very white, just like milk. white."

"Pfft~"

It was Mu Ciwan's mother who didn't give Mu Ciwan a face and smiled, holding the freshly warmed noodles and putting them on the table, "After so many days in kindergarten, you have learned a word for white?"

Mu Ciwan was very upset, so she tugged at her father's sleeve, muttering softly, "It was as white as milk."

She was right.

"I, thinking about it, he will still shine."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

"Is your angel an electric light?"

And white, and will shine.

Mother Mu said mercilessly, "Come over and have dinner."

Mu's father patted Mu Ciwan's small shoulder earnestly, "Ciwan, Dad believes that you saw an angel..."

"Father is the best!" Mu Ciwan showed a bright smile, causing Mu's father to silently swallow the last half of the sentence.

But really like a light bulb.

This matter came to an end temporarily with Mu's father's support. At the dinner table, Mu Ciwan was eating fried eggs, and Mu's mother had already started planning her itinerary for today.

"Come to a friend's house with me later in the evening. They just moved in today. You can go and see if there is anything that needs help."

Mu Ciwan expressed that she didn't want to talk to her mother who laughed at her, "I don't want to go."

"Be obedient, there is a boy in their family who is about your age, only two months younger than you."

Children have no concept of the quantitative unit of month at all, so after Mother Mu said this, she thought about it carefully, one day is so long, so how long is two months?

The answer is that there is no answer.

But the thought of not wanting to leave with Mother Mu never disappeared.

So after eating, she immediately retreated into Grandpa's bedroom, pretending to carefully arrange the jigsaw puzzle in various shapes, until the sound of mum's knock on the door.

"It's late, let's go, don't you want to see what your brother looks like?"

In no mood.

Mu Ciwan pouted, not interested in the so-called younger brother at all, no matter how hard it is, can he be as good-looking as the little angel she saw today?

I don't know if I can see the little angel when I go to that place tomorrow.

Mu Ciwan thought about it in his heart, but he didn't realize that the door behind him was opened quietly. Grandpa and mother cooperated inside and outside, and successfully went straight to Huanglong, and took Mu Ciwan, the king, away.

"I agreed to go with my mother. It's not a good boy to run away."

Silence is still Cambridge tonight.

Mu Ciwan didn't cry or make trouble, she had already been taken away anyway, and she didn't have any right to speak, so she chose to remain silent, thinking about what kind of clothes she would wear to meet the little angel tomorrow, completely blocking what her mother said .

"When the time comes, you should learn to say hello to your aunt and uncle, you know?"

"Don't you want to see the little angel? That aunt is also very beautiful, and the younger brother she gave birth to may be as good-looking as the little angel you saw."

Mother deer tries to coax.

Mu Ciwan raised her head and glanced at her mother, thinking that this is what age, and her mother still treats her like a child.

A little angel is a little angel, how could anyone be prettier than a little angel.

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After a long time, Mu Ciwan recalled how naive he was before, and wished he could rush back and erase this dark history.

Qiucimu snickered beside him.

Ci Wan immediately hugged him to the bed, and punished him severely for his snickering.