Why don’t you, the great one, take the little ancestor ho first? Anyway... we’ve had enough to eat.
Mu Jin Huan placed his chopsticks down unhurriedly, took a napkin to wipe his mouth, then lifted a glass to his lips, his throat moving.
Every action exuded a natural elegance and nobility.
He stood up, pulled out the chair, and leaned slightly forward. His long fingers brushed the loose strands of hair off Nan Wan’s cheek and tucked them behind her ear, then said calmly, "Too salty."
Nan Wan stared bewilderedly at the magnified handso face in front of her, instinctively leaning back to increase the distance between them.
This man’s presence was too strong, even though he had never openly expressed it in front of her.
Nan Wan leaned against the back of the chair, a bright smile spreading across her face, her voice gentle, "I’m really sorry for Mr. Mu."
It was quite amusing, did she hold a gun to his head to make him sit here and eat?
Mu Jin Huan straightened up, his deep black eyes holding a hint of amusent as he looked at the deliberately composed face, speaking slowly, "I can make do this ti; just be mindful next ti."
Nan Wan continued to smile, "No need to force yourself, there won’t be a next ti."
Looking like a successful man in a suit, yet his skin was quite thick.
She couldn’t understand what had possessed her today to bring ho two deities and make trouble for herself.
"Nothing can be too absolute," Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips curved into a slight arc as he buttoned up his suit, "See you next ti, Doctor Nan."
The deep voice softly hit her ears, and as Nan Wan watched the man’s back, the smile on her face froze in the air.
If soone else called her Doctor Nan, she wouldn’t find it strange, but... when it ca from this man’s mouth, it felt as though a current ran through her, giving her an inexplicable shiver.
Over there, Mu Qingqing secretly turned her head and saw that Nan Jiasu did not co after her, inevitably feeling more agitated.
After huffing twice in annoyance, she climbed into Mu Jin Huan’s embrace, her chubby arms wrapping around his neck, and asked in puzzlent, "Uncle, why can’t Aunty be my mom?"
Aunty had the scent of mom, and her food was delicious. She longed to be like other kids, with both parents picking her up from kindergarten every day.
She had asked Nan Jiasu; Aunty hadn’t beco soone else’s mom yet, so she had to act before anyone else did.
After leaving the entrance, Mu Jin Huan closed the front door, the thud isolating all light from the inside.
The corridor had no lights, a canvas of darkness.
The outside wind was chilly, coupled with the pitch-black night, Mu Qingqing shrank her neck and moved closer to him, thinking of sothing to say to ease her fear, she asked the question again, "Uncle, why can’t Aunty be my mom?"
Mu Jin Huan held the little bundle in one hand, using the other to take his phone from his suit pocket and turned on the flashlight.
It was a road she had always walked alone in such darkness...
The emotions in his eyes were hidden by the night, his thin lips slightly parted, "Because, she will be your aunt."
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