Chapter 292: Returning Ling Po (3)

Mu Ling Shi smiled happily, and took advantage of Wang Hui to sit down and responded. "When I came back, I wanted to come back with him. If I didn't care about the things over there, I would stay more." day."
"It's time to come back. I have retired with your grandmother. I am busy. You shouldn't worry about going to work during this time. Let's stay with us for a few days. Your grandmother has been thinking about you for a long time."
It’s the one who talks to the south.
"I have already said to my nephew, I will arrange work for you the day after tomorrow. I have had a few days of leisure time in the past few days. I have enough rest. I will always accompany you later, rest assured, grandparents!"
Mu Ling Shi shrugged and smiled. "I went to the kitchen to see what the mother did."
Said, Mu Lingshi will have to get up, but before he took a step, he heard someone shouting at the door, ‘Amo’s young master! ', this time suddenly, a subconsciously turned to look at the door, and I saw a black suit suit Amo is coming in from outside, and nodded to the servant.
May be aware of the eyes of Mu Ling's poems, Amo also looked up in the moment and looked over Muling's poems. The two of them looked at each other, but the air seemed to solidify suddenly.
Mu Ling’s body was slightly stunned, and it took a while to ease it. However, Amo had already returned to God, a low-pitched voice.
Everyone came out to take pictures, and the young master and the young lady are already waiting outside.

Wang Hui and Mu Nan wanted to get a family portrait. For a couple of years, the family did not get together. The summer night had just entered the door, so it is still necessary to take a family photo.
"Well, come!"
"Let's go, take a picture!"
Wang Hui and others also stood up with a smile and took Mu Ling's poem to go outside.
At this time, on the green lawn of the front yard of Muzhai, the maids had arranged a row of stools. Mu Chenchen was standing next to the flower tree and looking at a document that had just been handed over by Amo. It is standing beside him.
"What about the film city?"
Xi Xia night saw his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, but did not look, the light opening concerned with a sentence.
Mu Xiaochen slowly put away the documents and handed it to her, but she was a good-looking eyebrow, and looked at him with some strangeness. The eyes sparkled with the brilliance of the broken diamonds, crystal clear.
Mu Yuchen took a breath, and Qingjun’s strange face showed a rare smile. He smiled low.
The company’s business is not a secret to you, and this is not a company’s business.

Xi Xia night listened, my heart was slightly warm, but I did not take the documents, could not help but smile lightly, "What about the company?"
Listening, Mu Chenchen immediately gave her a slanted look - this Xiao Nizi seems to always want to dig a pit for him to jump.
Seeing that she seemed to suddenly froze, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, leaning over her body, and a low body fell a kiss on her lips. "I am waiting for you to understand me."
Xi Xia night slammed, quietly looked up at him, just want to say something, and in an instant, suddenly noticed a flash of flash from the front...
I took a look at it and I came back to see it. When I turned around, I saw Wang Hui. They looked at them with a smile on their face, and when they thought about the thing, they had a hot face on the summer night, and the white and delicate face could not help but emerge. A faint blush, some embarrassed, don't overdo it, and gave him a look.
"Brother, scorpion, don't hide and show love, come and take pictures!"
Mu Ling poetry blinked at them, then put on sunglasses and smiled.
Wang Hui and the south of Mu, they all sat down in front of them, and Zhuang Shurong, Mu Tangchuan, they also sat down, connected with Amo, Mu Lingshi, the housekeeper and all the servants of the house, together there are nearly three Ten people, when they look at the past, are full of people.
Mu Xiaochen smiled and let go of the long arm on her shoulder. She took her and walked over to the side. She was calm and calm, and she looked at the camera. The summer night was also light. Smile, silent cooperation.
After the photographer shouted the slogan in front, he heard a few ‘咔咔’ and a family portrait was completed.
At this time, the sky is almost black, and the background is a bit gray.
Dinner is quite harmonious. I can see that the family is more pampered with Mu Ling’s poetry. However, Xi Xia night noticed that Amo, who was arranged to sit next to Mu Ling’s poem, seemed to have some food. His eyes have been falling from the side of Mu Lingshi from time to time, so full of jumping eyes, Xia night can naturally see some clues.
Mu Xiaochen and Xi Xia did not stay in the house for the night, but Xi Xia night can be felt faintly, he does not seem to care about staying in the old house.
At this point, the car is flying fast on the way back to Fengju, driving him.

Does Amo like Apo?

Sitting on the side for a long time, she suddenly turned to look at him and asked.
When the words came out, he turned his head too, swept her and said indifferently. "Is it obvious?"
Xia nodded in the evening, muttering. "Looking at Amo to see her eyes is not the same, not a fool can see..."
"Can you still see his eyes to tell?"
He smiled low.
"He looks at the eyes of Ashi, just like Dad looks at Mom's eyes, so..."
Xi Xia night said low, his face could not help but smile a little smile. "Do you feel that you don't see your parents are very majestic, they always feel like they are very subtle, say they It seems that it is appropriate to raise the eyebrows."
Listening, Mu Xiaochen’s face also eased slightly.
Dad is a steady and steady person. Mom’s reason for seeing Dad is because of the elegant temperament, humorous talk, and dad. I learned that I was a male in my mother's heart. My mother knows that only Dad can surrender her. Perhaps these are the keys to maintaining their relationship."
"What is the of the heart? No wonder I always feel them... Su Nan told me that women want their favorite men to be themselves or objects that many people can look up to..."
She murmured.
"The object that you can look up to? Your friend is very thorough and has the potential to be an emotional consultant." Mu Xiaochen gave a low voice and responded faintly.
Xia nodded in the evening, "I said this before.... But what happened to Amo and Ashi? I can see that... Amo should be very interested in the poem, and the poem is against Amo. ... does not seem to be as simple as it seems on the surface, and at dinner, grandparents always mention them both intentionally or unintentionally..."