Xiaochun supported her face with both hands and sighed.

"Look, I'm so hungry about this little guy. Why did he look like this?"

The sound of Zhang Guoguo sucking noodles stopped, and suddenly she buried her head and cried, and her little shoulders twitched.

"Uncle, aunt, Guoguo knows that you must not be bad people, so Guoguo escaped from home and wanted to find you to take Guoguo in..." Zhang Guoguo raised the back of her hand, wiped her tears hard, and said with a sob, "My grandfather...my grandfather is dead...it was killed by that woman Bai Lin..."

Everyone's faces changed and they all disappeared.

Zhang Guoguo keenly noticed their reaction, opened her eyes wide and asked anxiously: "Don't you believe me? I saw her hiding her grandfather's medicine with her own eyes, causing her grandfather to die... It's true!"

"Enough." Mu Nanting's face changed and he ordered lightly, "After eating, go upstairs to sleep. The child is talking nonsense."

Murong Nuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she held Zhang Guoguo's hand and stood up. Before leaving, she turned around and looked at Mu Nanting seriously.

"Brother, if you talk to that woman again, I'm afraid I can't maintain a brother-sister relationship with you anymore. I'm really disappointed with you."

She couldn't wake up someone who pretended to be asleep.

The air suddenly stagnated, and the sound of Murong Nuan coaxing Zhang Guoguo to sleep came from the upstairs, calm and gentle.

Downstairs, Xiaochun slowly got up and carried the quilt in the bedroom to the sofa in the living room.

Mu Nanting looked stunned: "What are you doing?"

Xiaochun looked at him seriously: "I know you still love that woman. You can't lie to yourself. Similarly, I can't act with you. Mu Nanting, I don't need you to pity me at all. If you don't like me or sympathize with me, then I advise you to draw a clear line with me as soon as possible. I hate this vague relationship."

Xiaochun is a decisive woman. Similarly, because of her decisiveness, she has less femininity than Bai Lin.

No matter how bad Bai Lin is, she always has a way to make men pity.

And Xiaochun is like a big tree that would rather bend than bend, and will never bow his head.

Now, Xiaochun, the big tree, grew lushly in Mu Nanting's heart, covering the sky and the sun. The dense branches and leaves had already made him feel upset.

He frowned, returned to the study room, thought about it for a while, and finally couldn't help but call the Shangguan family.

"Shangguan Yao, come here immediately and take your wife back. What? Divorce? I don't care. As long as she doesn't get divorced for a day, she will be your wife all day long. She is getting angry all day long. How can I eat and live for free at my brother's house?"

Putting down the computer, Mu Nanting breathed a sigh of relief. He thought optimistically that as long as Murong Nuan was not there, at least there would be a chance of ice and snow melting between himself and Xiaochun.

Shangguan Yao sat in the car and stared quietly at the Mu family's small villa.

He had been here for half an hour and had been sitting outside, quietly waiting for the pain in his body to disappear.

Thinking of seeing Murong Nuan soon, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and a blurry smile appeared. Before the smile could reach his eyes, the indescribable pain forced him to cover his heart and bend down and tremble.

Damn it!

He punched the steering wheel, his body covered in cold sweat, soaking his fine bangs.

Shangguan Yao reached out and took out a medicine, took a handful of difficulty, barely stuffed the medicine into the car, straightened up, took a deep breath of fatigue, and saw the phone on the seat vibrated constantly. It was Mu Nanting called, and then he got off the car with a pale face.

He rang the doorbell and soon someone opened the door.

When he saw him, Murong Nuan's face changed and she immediately turned around and wanted to leave.

How could he miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? He immediately stretched out his long arms, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her domineeringly.

"Let me go!" She pushed him away in anger and hammered him hard in the chest.

Shangguan Yao groaned, bent down in pain, and his whole body shook.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you somewhere?" Murong Nuan was startled and muttered to herself, the two punches just now were not heavy.

"It's okay." He laughed softly and stood up as if nothing had happened.

She looked at him suspiciously. Today, his face looked particularly strange, with an indescribable fatigue and transparency, and seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Isn't he with Nancy now? What happened to Nancy, he didn't even take good care of him.

Murong Nuan felt sour in her heart that she wanted to say a few sarcastic words, but the next second, he held her hand and said softly.

"Go home."

Home?

But has he ever thought about living with her?

"I won't go back unless you agree to divorce me." Murong Nuan was looked at him with a cold attitude.

She was in a state of confusion and pain. After the long silence, she heard a clean and neat word coming from behind.

"good."

He said yes.

He actually said yes.

"Okay, I'll go home with you." Murong Nuan said mutely.

She packed her luggage and quickly took out a little boy. When the little boy saw Shangguan Yao, he subconsciously hid behind Murong Nuan and did not dare to look directly at him.

Shangguan Yao frowned: "Whose child is this?"

"Don't worry, it's not yours anyway." She replied hard.

Shangguan Yao pulled her back hard, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Of course I know how many children I have between you and you. I just don't want you to get into trouble again."

"What does that have to do with you?" She shook him away and replied stubbornly.

"Why is it okay? You are my wife." Shangguan Yao responded slowly, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

Murong Nuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, so she pulled Zhang Guoguo into the car.

Looking at the smiling man outside the car window, Zhang Guoguo approached and whispered: "I think he seems to like you very much."

Murong Nuan patted his head: "How can a child know what he likes?"

"Of course I understand! I have three girlfriends in our class!" Zhang Guoguo said with a serious expression.

She laughed out loud and touched his head jokingly: "You can't tell that you are so young and just a romantic wanderer?"

Seeing her smiling face and seemed very happy, Zhang Guoguo immediately became happy. As soon as he relaxed, he fell asleep in Murong Nuan's arms.

After all, he is just a child. Even if he suffers from family destruction, he will not fall into shadow like an adult.

Murong Nuan stroked his head pitifully until she returned to Shangguan's house. When she heard that she had moved back, Mimi rushed out happily and hugged her legs hard to act coquettishly.

"Mom! Mimi misses you!"

Murong Nuan felt sad. She had always left her since she became sensible, but Mimi was always waiting for her return naively.

"Don't hug my aunt Nuannuan! She is mine!" A jealous voice sounded, and Mimi was pushed down hard by someone and fell to the ground.

"Wuwuwu! Mom, he pushed me!" Mimi, who was sitting on the ground, had tears in her eyes and immediately started crying.

Seeing clearly that it was a little girl who was pushed down by herself, Zhang Guoguo was stunned. Her white face turned red and she whispered: "I...I didn't mean it..."

He looked up at Murong Nuan carefully, for fear that she would not want him if she got angry for a moment, and was as reserved as a pitiful person.

Murong Nuan grabbed Zhang Guoguo and gently slapped him on the butt, with a serious face.

"Men should have a gentlemanly demeanor. From today on, Mimi is your sister. Are you planning to get along with her sister like this?"

younger sister?

Murong Nuan means that he will be taken in forever?

Zhang Guoguo's eyes shined, and he cheered: "I have a sister! I want to be my brother!"

With one more child at home, there is a lot of fun. Mimi and Zhang Guoguo quickly became familiar with each other. They looked like they were holding hands and chasing each other on the grass. They were so innocent and cute.

Murong Nuan slowly turned around and remembered what Zhang Guoguo said, and her smile gradually faded.

Bai Lin, she is becoming more and more lawless.

"Tomorrow is the day when Bai Lin comes to the company to shoot advertisements," a low voice rang behind her, "How do you plan to make things difficult for her?"

She turned around and Shangguan Yao stood under a big tree. He was slender and wearing a beige casual shirt and leaning there, like a male model shooting a pictorial.

"Why, can't bear to bear?" She smiled sarcastically.

Shangguan Yao put his hands in his pockets, walked up to her, and stared at her faintly.

"I just want to remind you that she is now the spokesperson of our company. If she checks and balances you, you will undoubtedly lose both sides."

"I have a way to deal with her..." she said impatiently.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have touched her in the company." He leaned over slowly, gently lifted her chin, and a smile flashed across his pale face, "Borrowing a knife to kill. Have you heard of this word?"

The way he smiled was obviously so gentle, but what he said made people feel cold to his bones.

Was he so determined to Jianshu back then?

As if he guessed the reason for her silence, he twitched his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just opened his hands easily and let her cold eyes fall on him.

"Don't underestimate Bai Lin, she is no longer the same as she was."

"Don't worry, I'm no longer the Murong Nuan I used to be." She turned around coldly, suddenly paused, and embarrassedly found that high heels were embedded in the gap in the corridor.

Murong Nuan lifted her legs hard and wanted to pull out the heels, but she had no choice but to stay where the shoes were, but her feet were pulled out.

A sigh came from behind, and the footsteps were calm. After a while, he squatted down, pulled out his shoes with his slender hands, held her feet with a warm palm, and put on shoes for her without saying a word.
To be continued...