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"Mom! I want to go to Mom!" When the little girl saw her, she broke free from Murong Jing's arms and rushed towards Su'er just like an ant seeing candy.

When Su'er saw her child rushing over, she naturally hugged her with love and asked gently: "Are Qing'er good today?"

"Be good! Be even more obedient than brother." The little kid even asked for credit and reward.[

He actually started to jealous of his brother and knew how to argue with him? Su'er kissed her little face.

At this time, the kitchen is not peaceful!

There is a sound of dishes breaking!

A Cai, who had just entered the kitchen, also shouted, "Young Master, don't do anything randomly!"

This shout didn't matter, but a white figure rushed to the kitchen in a hurry!

When I looked around, I saw a little guy squatting next to the basin to wash dishes! I accidentally broke several bowls just now.

"Mu'er! Are you hurt?" Murong Jing nervously patted the water droplets on the boy's body and gently picked them up. Checking his little hand, was he injured, "How can a child play with such things?" He was worried. Why did Mu'er want to play with servants?

"Why can't you play?" Su'er, who was outside the door, questioned lightly, "The child should be independent and let him do what he can from an early age. If he wants to do it, he will let him do it."

"Ke Su'er, the child is only three years old..." Murong Jing replied softly, very cautious, afraid that she would get angry.

"It has nothing to do with age." The boy was curious and playful, and it was not surprising that he loved to go to the kitchen to find these guys to play. Here, he was a treasure, everyone was pampering him. He played whatever he wanted and didn't play with him. The boy was still making trouble. But at present, Su'er wanted to sing to Murong Jing.

Not why? I just want to say that.

Reason? No reason! Reasons that you won’t admit it even if you have a reason!

"Su'er..."

Murong Jing's voice trembled slightly, and he kept his eyes hidden in his heart.

She is close to you!

But why does it feel so far?

In my heartache, I could only gently hug the boy in my arms.

Everything in front of me is a bit empty and unreal.

Once upon a time, he could only sneak into their bedroom and quietly watch their sleeping faces...[

The boy in his arms looked at Murong Jing innocently and pouted his little mouth slightly.

It seems that I am still worried about what happened just now!

Su'er ignored Murong Jing and turned around and left the kitchen with Qing'er.

She did not let Mu'er and Murong Jing be together, but she did not stop the father and son from reuniting.

It's still as light as before, and nothing matters.

But this doesn't matter, but at this time Murong Jing's heart gradually warmed up.

Not as lost as before...

He couldn't help but wonder, was she let go? But it wasn't like. Because she just denied that Mu'er was his child... In just one moment, he felt confused and lost his direction.

At this moment, it seemed like she had walked into a dead end that she had not intentionally arranged...

Murong Jing hugged Mu'er with a fearful and fearful attitude that he had never seen before.

The once arrogant one, in the final analysis, was just an ordinary man who longed to be a father.

At this time, the boy quietly pulled his clothes and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, can you be my father as Qing'er's father? I don't have a father... I want one too!" He flattered his mouth and looked at Su'er's back secretly, saying that the more aggrieved you are, the more grievance you are, "I have, I have... okay?" His clear eyes and tender voice actually begged with a small heart.

A naive sentence stirred up a thousand layers of waves in Murong Jing’s heart!

"Okay, Mu'er quietly calls him daddy in the future. OK? Just don't let your mother hear it..." Like Wangqing, he pressed the child's little face against his cheek and kissed him gently. Yes, my child...my child is also longing for his father.

Huangfu Yi has been dead for three years. Is this kind of kindness really going to be repaid for the rest of his life?

In the lobby, the bowls and chopsticks have been put off.

Chen Su'er was sitting quietly on the stool, with a little girl sitting on her legs, pulling her mother's hair to play.

Xiaorong also sat aside and asked softly: "Miss, are you forgiven... Master?" Now Murong Jing is invisible in the market, and she can't say anything about whether it is a king or not, so she respectfully calls him Master.
Chapter completed!