After the beast cub was about to wear it, all the gods were bald

Chapter 216 The Master of Dreams (17)

When Fengyuan realized what he was thinking, he was shocked.

When did she become so generous?

No, no, the most important issue now is that if she doesn't go to school in a short time, then where can Mumu sleep? She can't sleep in that leaky little room, right? Really, there are no toilets yet.

well? Why should she think about someone she had just met for less than a day?
Feng Yuan popped up from his room again and glanced at Mu Mu who was working very seriously.

Could this kid be the reincarnation of a vixen? She was smitten just one day after arriving. Her parents suddenly had an idea and wanted to adopt her, but maybe they were also deceived.

The more Feng Yuan thought about it, the more it made sense. At first he didn't think it was anything, but the more he looked at it, the more Mu Mu looked good-looking. Mumu's appearance cannot be said to be amazing, but it is definitely attractive and belongs to the type where the more you look at it, the better it looks. In addition, Mumu is still young and still has some baby fat, and she looks very cute...

Woo~ No, no, she can't be fooled by the vixen!
however……

"Delicious."

Fengyuan, who had slapped him in the face quickly during dinner, was now happily cooking.

Alas, if you are confused, be confused. Look at this clean and tidy house, look at this table of delicious meals. It’s not easy to be a vixen these days. If the child works so hard at such a young age, she will be confused.

Mumu, who was actually a little snake, didn't know that his race had changed in Feng Yuan's heart. At this moment, he was holding his head with both hands and watching Feng Yuan eat with gusto, his eyes involuntarily showing kindness.

Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, it’s like this after taking care of too many children.

When Feng Yuan finished showing off a pot of rice, Mu Mu naturally went to wash the dishes.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Fengyuan felt that she had been severely condemned by her conscience by letting a seven-year-old child take care of all the chores at home while she, an adult, had free meals.

"It's okay, it'll be quick."

Mumu used his strength to tell Feng Yuan what efficiency meant. Feng Yuan, a disabled college student, was stunned for a moment and could only act as a thug on the side during the whole process.

"Well, your room is not very good. It's leaking now. If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room. I'll give you the bed and I'll make the floor."

Fengyuan dragged out the pink yoga mat that he had not used for eight hundred years, and then spread a quilt on it.

Mumu went to her bedroom to take a look out of curiosity. Sure enough, not only was there water leakage, but she could even clearly hear the thunder outside and the sound of cars on the road. Although there was only a wall between Fengyuan's room and hers, no sound could be heard.

"Your room doesn't have a toilet yet, which is very inconvenient."

Fengyuan adhered to the principle of laying down all the floors, and listed all the shortcomings of the room:
"And that room has a huge temperature difference between day and night. It's extremely hot during the day and freezing at night. You can experience all four seasons of the year in one day."

After all, it was just a utility room, and it wasn't really a good place for people to live.

In the end, Mumu did sleep in Fengyuan's room, but she slept on the same bed as Fengyuan. Mumu didn't mind sleeping with her, and he also liked her as a big sister.

This made Fengyuan a little proud. Was she so attractive?

But now she seems to have forgotten who was fascinated first.

As for the floor bunk, although the floor bunks are all laid out, who would sleep on the floor bunk if you can sleep on the bed?
Fengyuan said that his principles were very flexible, and he even pulled out a storybook from his bookshelf before going to bed. A seven-year-old child should only be in first grade, right? It’s the right age to listen to stories.

However, there is always a gap between reality and imagination.

Mumu looked at Feng Yuan who had fallen asleep, and gently put the storybook back on the bookshelf, and thoughtfully covered Feng Yuan with a quilt.

The next morning, Feng Yuan woke up in a daze and then recalled the scene last night. She originally wanted to tell Mumu stories seriously, but as a result, after telling the beginning of each story, Mumu could finish the rest. She looked through the entire storybook, but couldn't find a new story. Instead, it was Mumu's interesting stories. The more she listened, the more fascinated she became, and she fell asleep while listening.

Help, it’s so embarrassing!
Feng Yuan turned over and met Mu Mu's bright eyes, saying good morning to her with a smile.

Fengyuan:......

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to directly cover Mumu's eyes. Feeling the touch of Mumu Jie's hand sweeping over her palm, and the confusion radiating from her body, Feng Yuan took her hand back as if she was electrocuted, and coughed twice to conceal it. :
"Well, you woke up very early."

"It's late, it's already nine o'clock in the morning."

Mumu answered very seriously.

"Sister, can you let go of me first?"

"what?"

Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that one of his hands was still holding Mu Mu's waist, and he hurriedly rolled to the side, and then almost rolled out of bed.

After finally stabilizing her figure, she hurriedly started to dress herself, trying to cover up her embarrassment with her busyness.

Mumu was very sensible and didn't expose it. She got dressed and went to wash up obediently. Although she was still a child, she didn't need anyone to worry about her at all.

Because they shared a bathroom, Fengyuan waited for Mumu to finish washing before going in. When she finished washing her face, she went to the kitchen and found Mumu standing on tiptoe to take out eggs from the top of the refrigerator.

"Wait a minute, breakfast will be ready soon. I've heated up the milk. Sister, do you want to drink a glass of milk first?"

Mumu was supposed to get up at six o'clock in the morning, but Feng Yuan was holding her, and she didn't want to wake Feng Yuan up, so she got up so late for the first time in her life.

"Oh."

Fengyuan agreed stupidly, sat down at the dining table and took a sip of hot milk.

After finishing the cup of hot milk, she realized that something was wrong, why was Mumu making breakfast again?

This child is only seven years old! And I don’t know if it’s due to malnutrition, but he looks thin and small, a little smaller than the children in the first class of the kindergarten next door.

"How about... should I do it?"

Feng Yuan stood a little awkwardly at the door of the kitchen. She wanted to go up and help, but was afraid that she would cause trouble to Mu Mu. After all, she did not have any cooking skills.

"Ah? It's already fine."

Mumu came out with two sandwiches, which were actually two slices of bread with lettuce, bacon, and fried eggs sandwiched between them:

"Sister, do you want to add jam? I just saw that there seems to be half a bottle of ketchup in the refrigerator."

"No, be careful because it's hot."

Feng Yuan hurriedly took the plate from Mumu's hand and almost overturned it.

She was just saying polite words subconsciously, but it turned out that the plate was really a bit hot. How on earth did Mumu hold it in her hand with a calm expression?

The false patriarch: Fengyuan

The real parent: Mumu

Raising a baby is not easy, Mumu sighed