Chapter 1301: So threatened? (One)

Not like the wind and rain in the B city, Z city, the afternoon sun is very gorgeous, through the thick glass window can feel the warmth and comfort of the outside warm sun.
When Xia Xia pushed the window open, a light fragrance came in with the autumn wind, and the curtain of the ground swayed.
She stretched out and turned to look at the big bed inside, and the man still slept.
I didn’t have a good rest for a few days, and I slept late yesterday, and I fell asleep. The appointment also made up my previous sleep.
Xi Xia night did not wake him up. After packing up, he called the company and told Lan Zilang not to go to the company today. Then he went downstairs and planned to look at his son, and he prepared to eat it.
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In the bedroom, when Mu Chen was sleeping in a dim, suddenly she noticed that there seemed to be something moving around her. The subconscious thought it was her wife. Now she directly reached out and her eyes didn’t open, so she thought about it directly. People go to their arms.
However, he just reached out and touched it, it was a group of soft things, followed by some faint wetness. ,
He paused for a moment, as if he realized what he was doing, and he also made a spurt at the moment. He quickly opened his eyes and looked at the past --
Sure enough, just under the bed beside him, the little guy who hadn’t seen it for a few days was holding his hand and was happy. The little guy had already had a lot of teeth, and at the moment he could also have a painful expression from his fingers.
May be aware of his father's gaze, Mu Xiaocheng also looked at Mu Xiaochen with his eyes wide open, and the father and son are watching with big eyes and small eyes.
Mu Xiaocheng estimated that he couldn’t remember much about his father. The glass-like bright and moving eyes were filled with curiosity. He kept staring at Mu Chen’s eyes, because he just learned to walk, standing next to the bed, the little guy’s The small body board is also staggering.
"Mu Xiaocheng, remember who I am?"
Mu Xiaochen’s black scorpion soon filled up with full of kindness and softness, and grasped the small hand of Mu Xiaocheng and smiled.
Where did Mu Xiaocheng know what he was saying, he felt that the person in front of him had no intention of being malicious to him, staggering and standing for a while before giving a brilliant smile to Mu Xiaochen. Stretching up and stretching, handing the toy in his hand to Mu Chenchen, the cheerful 'Oh,' in his mouth, very friendly looking at Mu Chenchen.
Mu Xiaochen looked at the little guy and looked like this. He couldn’t help but warm up. He gently hugged him and let him sit on his stomach. He said, "Well, Dad hugs, then I haven’t seen you for some days. You It’s a lot of sturdy, come, call 'Daddy' to listen?

Mu Xiaocheng threw his hands, obviously it was also very enjoyable. For a while, the bedroom echoed the cheerful laughter of the children.
"When you wake up, hurry up. Wang Jie prepared the food below. He just woke up and was estimated to be hungry."
Just when the father and son played happily together, the soft voice of Xi Xia night suddenly passed over. When Mu Chen reacted, Xi Xia night had already come in, and a few steps came to the closet and took him. When the clothes came out, I continued. "I have already told my grandfather that my parents are at home today. When I have finished eating, I will go back. Mom said that I have to cook myself. Oh, yes, Su Chen will give you a fight. After several phone calls, I picked up. It is estimated that there is any progress in the situation of Amo. You should call him back."
As he said, he also put his clothes on the chair next to him and reached out to embrace the small town.
Mu Xiaochen responded with a sigh of relief, and squeezed his face into the face of Xiaocheng, then slowly got out of bed and took the clothes and went to the bathroom.
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Simple to use a few things, the family will return directly to the old home.
Out of such a thing, the family is naturally fearful, especially Mu Ling poetry.
Worried about anxiety, insomnia for a whole night, the spirit seems to be a bit embarrassing, Zhuang Shurong looked worried, and let the doctor come over to see it in the morning, knowing that there is nothing wrong with it.
When Mu Xiaochen walked into the living room with Xia night, the inside was empty.
"Grandpa, what about them?"
Mu Chen dusted his eyebrows and turned to look at the butler at the side and asked.
"Young master, the father is in the backyard, the lady went shopping with the minister, and Miss Ling Shi is still upstairs."
"Brother, nephew!"
The steward’s words just fell, and the voice of Mu Ling’s poem suddenly came from the top. Both husband and wife subconsciously looked up and saw that Mu Ling’s poem was slowly going downstairs.
"How do you get this?"
When Mu Xiaochen saw the pale face of Mu Lingshi, suddenly, the eyebrows tightened tighter. "Is there a rest?"
"I have such a thing, I don't want to worry about it. Brother, is Amo having news? I have been suffering for one night, he has never been like this before..."
Mu Lingshi sat down on the sofa under the help of Xia night, and asked anxiously.
"What you need to worry about now is your body. These things, let us worry about it. Do you believe me and Dad?"
Mu Xiaochen looked at Mu Lingshi with some blame, but used the tone of concern. "Amo's ability is in my heart. You have recently stayed at home, don't go out at will."
"Brother, do you want to say that someone wants to be bad for me?"
With the dignified face of Mu Chen, Mu Ling’s poetry also played a spirit.
Before Amo always said this to me, I also said that it was not very flat recently, after that."
"I can't answer your question right now. It's okay to stay at home."
Mu Xiaochen said, but also brewed water to make tea.
"But, brother, I..."
Mu Lingshi also wants to say something, this time a voice suddenly passed from the door --
"Miss, the courier just picked up the courier!"
When the sound fell, the servant had already come over with a big express.
"express delivery?"
Mu Ling’s poems, for a while, only reached out and took a look around.
The sender Mu Lingshi certainly does not know. After checking it, I feel a little strange. "Wang Xiao? I don't know this person. What is this?"
Aside from the tea, the muzzle is listening, the inscrutable black sly flickering, and suddenly I feel something wrong. The current action on the hand is subconsciously looking at Mu Ling’s poem. At this time, Ling Shi was a confused question. He was hesitant to open the envelope. However, Mu Chen’s big hand stretched out and took the envelope one step at a time.
The sudden movements make Mu Ling's poems and summer nights a glimpse!