Chapter 12: Feeding (on)

Chapter 012: Feeding (1)
Soon, Mu Chen stood up and looked at her daughter who was picked up by Zhang Xiao with a calm expression. After sticking to Zhang Xiao, the little guy stopped crying, just hitting Mu Chen in the face.
Don't let him, his biological father, as long as a "mother who has only met several times."
Zhang Xiao lovingly wiped away the tears from Mu Ya's face, and walked into the house holding Mu Ya in his arms.
"Three young masters?" Aunt Lan looked at Mu Chen, meaning that Zhang Xiao still needs them to take care of Mu Ya after coming.
Mu Chen's dark eyes were like two deep pools, staring at Zhang Xiao's back, and his two lips were habitually pressed tightly. When Aunt Lan thought he would not answer him, his low and faint voice sounded: "Go ahead, she is Mu Ya's new nanny, so she can take Mu Ya with her."
You Zhang Xiao is not even welcomed by his daughter, let alone Aunt Lan.
Aunt Lan nodded and walked away silently.
Another car drew up, it was Ning Zhiyuan's.
His dignified Ning Clan's chief executive gave Zhang Xiao a run of errands. When he returned to Ye Qing's ward to spread the word, Yi Xiujie's slightly stunned expression was the biggest irony to him.
Zhang Xiao!
If it wasn't for his niece that Zhang Xiao was not good, he promised to die Zhang Xiao!
Ning Zhiyuan stopped the car and got out of the car. Seeing Mu Chen standing there, staring at the room, he asked coldly: "Where is Mu Ya? Where is that woman?"
"I entered the house holding Mu Ya."
Ning Zhiyuan frowned and snorted coldly: "She is familiar with herself. You, the master, is still outside the house. She goes in by herself. Does Mu Ya still cry?"
Mu Chen sighed, with a tangled color between his brows, and responded bitterly: "Zhang Xiao is here, she will only laugh and not cry."
Ning Zhiyuan looked at him and had a full view of his entanglement. He said to Mu Chen: "Since Mu Ya is the most important thing, don't worry about it anymore."
Mu Chen gritted his teeth, still a bit resentful: "Why?"
Why did Zhang Xiao's father hit his favorite wife to death, and Zhang Xiao got his daughter's approval. It was his and Ning Tong's child.
Ning Tong didn't have the life to wait until the child called her mother, and Zhang Xiao, the enemy's daughter, became the child's cheap mother.
Ning Zhiyuan didn't speak, but patted Mu Chen's shoulder heavily, then crossed Mu Chen into the room.
After Mu Chen paused for more than ten seconds, he followed Ning Zhiyuan.
When the two talents came to the door of the house, he heard Mu Yacard's laughter. The child's laughter was crisp and sweet, so that everyone who heard the laughter could not help but relax and laugh with the child's laughter.
But Mu Ya's laughter reached Mu Chen and Ning Zhiyuan's ears, but it made the two of them feel particularly heavy, especially Mu Chen. His handsome face darkened in an instant, and Ning Zhiyuan seemed to guess his mind. As he stepped forward, he gave him a reminding look and reminded him not to face Zhang Xiao with a black face.
Zhang Xiao didn't know, Yi Xiujie was supporting her behind her back, and she was not afraid of it. To make her unhappy, she is not afraid to regret her appointment, and there will be something Mu Chen will accept.
Mu Chen tightened his lips and entered with a black face, but when he saw two women, one big and one small, his black face was still a little more relaxed, and his eyes fell on the little baby in Zhang Xiao’s arms, trying to keep himself away Look at Zhang Xiao's beautiful face.
Mu Ya was sitting on Zhang Xiao’s lap, Zhang Xiao’s arms around her small body, smiling and teasing her child Mu Ya to play, Mu Ya was chuckled by her, she was different from crying and crying. , It also made Mu Chen more unhappy.
Seeing Mu Chen and Ning Zhiyuan coming in, Zhang Xiao looked at Ning Zhiyuan and asked, "Mr. Ning, have I brought my words?"
Ning Zhiyuan was cold and ignored her.
Zhang Xiao didn't care about his attitude either.
The rumors of Ning Zhiyuan from the outside world are as cold as ice.
For such a person, even if you hit him in the face with a hammer, you won't be able to hit him.
"Mu Ya, come to uncle for a hug."
Ning Zhiyuan walked over and stretched out his hands to hug Mu Ya, his expression softened a lot when facing Mu Ya.
Mu Ya, who was having fun with Zhang Xiao, first looked at Ning Zhiyuan and then at Ning Zhiyuan’s big hand stretched over. Unwillingness immediately appeared on her pretty and cute face, and then she turned her head and went to Zhang Xiao. The arms of Zha go.
Ning Zhiyuan was neither angry nor giving up, stretched out his hand to try to hold Mu Ya. Just now, he would persuade Mu Chen to endure Zhang Xiao for Mu Ya. After entering the house, he saw his niece and Zhang Xiao's affection, and he knew that the stinging feeling was really uncomfortable.
Instinctively, he wanted to his niece back and not let his niece get close to Zhang Xiao like that.
"Mu Ya, come, uncle hug." Ning Zhiyuan coaxed Mu Ya and wanted to take Mu Ya away. Mu Ya used her little hand to pat the big hand that Ning Zhiyuan stretched out and touched her lifelessly. Ning Zhiyuan never died. When she felt her heart, her little mouth squashed and she was about to cry.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiao hurriedly coaxed her, then stared at Ning Zhiyuan, and said, "Mr. Ning, Mu Ya doesn't like you to hold her, so don't make her cry."
Ning Zhiyuan stood up straight, staring at her sullenly.
Zhang Xiao smiled, "Mr. Ning, even if you stare to death, I am useless. It is not that I instigated Mu Ya to ignore you. Your Bingberg face is too cold. It looks scary. Mu Ya is scared by your Bingberg face. It's over."
Ning Zhiyuan's face was full of black lines.
Zhang Xiao was the only person who satirized him as the face of Bingshan.
The woman in front of him was sure that he felt sorry for his niece and didn't put him in his eyes at all.
Angrily, Ning Zhiyuan sat down opposite Zhang Xiao.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes still stared at Zhang Xiao.
Mu Chen knew that Zhang Xiao was there and that no one wanted her daughter. Just now, his father let his daughter directly ignore. If Ning Zhiyuan, the uncle, could hold Mu Ya, he would not be called Mu Chen. So after he entered the house, he went into the kitchen on his own, and brought out a small bowl of bone porridge cooked by the servant.
This is what Aunt Lan did. He just asked Aunt Lan to do other things, so he did it himself.
He brought the small bowl of porridge over, placed it gently on the coffee table, and said to Zhang Xiao: "Mu Ya has time to eat. The porridge is her staple food during the day, and the milk powder is used only before getting up and before going to bed. Eat. The porridge is made fresh, and the meal will change its taste."
Zhang Xiao gave a cry, held Mu Ya with one hand, freed one hand to pick up the small spoon, and gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with the small spoon. The porridge was very thick, but not very thick. At a glance, Zhang Xiao, who is good at cooking, knows that the person who cooks this porridge is also a master at cooking.
The temperature of the porridge was moderate, so she took a spoonful of it with a small spoon, wanting to feed Mu Ya, but still coaxed Mu Ya: "Mu Ya, I have porridge."
Mu Ya twisted her head, turned her face away, and refused to eat the porridge delivered to her lips.
Zhang Xiao coaxed her several times, and she was like this.
"Mu Ya, be good, eat porridge." With patience, he once again brought the small spoon to Mu Ya's mouth. The little guy is probably impatient. With a pat with his little hand, he patted the porridge in the spoon and dropped it on Zhang Xiao's clothes.