Chapter 898: Hairong’s plan (4)

Chapter 898, Hairong's plan (4)
Hairong smiled and said: "No problem, I don't care about this. I came here and I can't just leave. I will leave when I finish my birthday."
"Master," Mu Huan panicked, his face did not dare to have any performance. "If the elixir on the mountain is unattended, it will be stolen by the spirit beast."
Hairong’s heart is getting more and more heavy, and he has basically determined the possibility in his heart.
"Happiness, you don't want me to go to the birthday of my father. Is there something that I can't see at the birthday party?"
This time, Mu Huan’s eyes flashed a clear panic.
Even if it is fast, I still can't escape Hairong's eyes.
"Master, how can there be people who don't want to see you on the birthday party?" Mu Huan smiled and said, clever and intimate. "I really want to be the elixir of the mountains. Master has always been distressed by the elixir, before you. Not to mention that several elixir have recently matured, fearing that it will lead to the fight for the beasts? It’s not a few days before the date of maturity, and Master wants to go back before this.

Mu Huan’s voice paused: "So, how can I trouble Master for your grandfather’s birthday?"
Her words, reasonable, are like being considered for Hairong.
Hairong’s eyes were so heavy that he stared at Mu Huan and looked at the sound for a while. After a moment, he laughed out loud.
"You are right, the medicine of the mountain is ripe, I should go back, joy, this time you don't have to send me, after the birthday of the old man, you will return to Tianyun Mountain."
"Yes, Master."
Mu Huan’s original flustered heart completely relaxed.
It seems that Master does not know the things of Suyi. As long as the two of them do not meet each other, the lie of the mother will not be seen.
At least, on the birthday party, we must not let them meet each other.
"Happiness, I am a little tired, you go back to prepare the birthday for the father, if I can't go to the birthday, I will definitely prepare a gift for the father!"
He deliberately aggravated the word big gift, but with a gentle smile in his eyes.
Mu Huan is a little fox, and at most she is a little fox. Even if she finds something wrong at first, she can’t fight an old fox.
"Appreciation thanked Master for Grandpa." Mu Huan’s face with a happy smile left with joy.
When she disappeared, Hairong's face could not help but cold down, holding her fist tightly.
"Everyone knows that I am the master of Mu Huan. Muling knows that I don't like fame and fortune. I hate those who fancy fame and fortune. He doesn't dare to ask me to do anything for the family. But it doesn't mean that he won't use it in the future. My name is working outside."
"Muling and Chen smack treat me as a fool, and Mu Huan never tells the truth to me. This time, I let everyone know that I have nothing to do with Mujia!"
He does not like fame and fortune, but also hates deception!
No matter who he is, no one can forgive anyone who has cheated him!
......
The old man of Mujia is on the verge of death, and the streets of Tenjinfu are much more lively than before.
The old father had made friends, and it was normal for countless people to come to the show. After the father was sick, those people disappeared and disappeared, and the relationship was cut off. Nothing was so lively now.
Even Muling was a little surprised.
It was not until he heard the report of the cold wind that he suddenly returned to God.
"Those people are all heard that Master Hairong is admiring the family and wants to take this opportunity to cross the relationship. Master Qiankun is the owner of the government. They can't climb, but Hairong doesn't have a reputation for fame and fortune." Ling’s expression is a little pity.
Unfortunately, Hairong’s name is so easy to use. If it is... he is willing to help the family, I don’t have to whisper to let the South String come back to marriage. The existence of the Master Hairong is not afraid. Those families are not united with Mujia."
PS: Today is limited, so it was sent first.
On the 13th, there is a burst, and it will be issued in the early morning.
I haven’t finished writing my own manuscript. . . . collapse
(End of this chapter)