Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

It’s already a long time since I lived to the age of Mu, so I saw it very well.

Chu Xinning nodded and continued to eat, but her heart did not consciously think of Qin Zhaoyang.

Thinking about it, shaking his head again.

He is sick now, plus a beautiful child, shouldn’t have time to pay attention to it? !

However, he had personally admitted that he was unfavorable to Mu Tianye.

Thinking of this, Chu Xinning is a headache.

Put down the chopsticks, she raised her hand and pressed the temple.

"What's wrong?" I noticed her movement, and Mu Muzi was concerned about the inquiry.

"Nothing!" Chu Xinning turned his face back to him with a smile. "Maybe I haven't slept recently."

"Let's stay here tonight. All the bedrooms are cleaned every week. You live in Amano. He is quiet." Chu Xinning refused, the old man turned his face. "Little Liu, for a while." You help prepare."

"Good!" Liu Xiaoxiao should.

Chu Xinning refused, and had to promise.

After dinner, some people from the publishing house came over to ask Mu’s father about some academic problems. Several people went to the study room, Chu Xinning went upstairs, looked at the familiar corridor, walked slowly and pushed open the room at the end. door.

This is a medium-sized bedroom. It was originally a study room of Mossian. After the child was born, it was changed to a children's book. His study was moved to the west side and was given to the son in the brightest room in the sun.

Stepping on the old floor step by step, Chu Xinning seems to travel through time and return to the past.

When he was born, he put him in the cot for the first time.

The little guy climbed over the floor with his clothes...

I remembered that he was kneeling in the corner when he was just toddler...

When she opened the wooden door again after many years, turned on the light, and swept through the familiar room, my heart was just a sense.

When she left, Mu Tianye was only a few years old. Later, the room was slightly changed. His bed was hugged and the desk was replaced with his father’s desk. Even if it was already returned, the book on the bedside shelf. Still maintaining the same look.

She came over and gently stroked the sheets, pillows... and finally pulled out a book and opened it in her hand.

Inside the book page, with some thoughts temporarily written by Mu Tianye, he followed his grandfather’s character, and the font has always been beautiful. This handwriting is a bit more powerful than children, and there is a bit of hegemony...

Putting the book back on the bookshelf, Chu Xinning slowly looked around and noticed a few children's books on the top floor. She took it down and held it in her hand.

These are the time when Mu Tianye was a child. She bought him and he still kept it.

There seems to be something in the book, she opened it doubtfully.

In the middle of the book page, a small tree with a paper fold, with a few square-shaped fonts - a wishing tree.

This thing, she still remembers, he learned with the kindergarten teacher, Mu Tianye also told her that the teacher said, as long as the written wishes are broken into trees, the wish can be realized.

The child was sensible when he was young, and the young man was old. He also said, "I know that the teacher is a lie."

Chu Xinning gently took the delicately-decorated tree and played it in her hands. She noticed the writing in the mezzanine. She carefully turned the paper on it and saw the words inside. There are only four words in it, "Mom goes home."

Obviously knowing that it is a lie, he still wrote his wish to fold this tree. It is conceivable that the child wanted her to come back.

Powerlessly holding the paper tree squatting down, Chu Xinning buried his face on his knees and burst into tears.

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good night