coronation of stars

Chapter 84
In order to bring out her self-willedness, Mu Ting almost tried his best.She saw it in her eyes and knew it well.She is a very smart person, and there is no reason to lose what she has gained, so this kind of care, she keeps in her heart, and she is firm in her heart to reciprocate, which represents everything she should do.

"So there's really nothing to accommodate emotionally." Qiao Yan stood up and looked back at Zhu Wei, smiling softly and brightly, "But when he stands in front of you at a certain moment, you will somehow know—"

"It's him."

Mu Ting drove the car out of the studio, and rushed all the way to the company.Mu Ling looked out of the car window, and suddenly asked him curiously: "Dad, where am I going?"

"Is it all right?" Mu Ting pondered for a moment, and several groups of candidates flashed through his mind: parents' family, Su Pingchu Bing's family, Lin Chengxiao's Mu Xueqing's family, Shang Chen's Qiao Xue's family... how many people can take care of the children in his mind? The pair quickly flashed through my mind, but before I could come up with a result, I caught a glimpse of a nearby building out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly realized.

"On the way to Fengchen, we will pass by Kaixing. I'll put you there. You can find someone to play with yourself when the time comes!"

"..." Mu Ling looked at Mu Ting in shock, "Throw it to anyone! Am I your own?!"

If it's not your own, can you still keep you until now?Mu Ting rolled his eyes at him, and when he arrived at the gate of Kaixing, he dropped him on the spot, and then rode away in a hurry.Mu Ling stared at the direction where Mu Ting was leaving and gritted her teeth for a while, only to find that the receptionist and the customer service sister around her were secretly approaching him. Coming towards him.

Mu Ling: ...Wait, help?

"Ah~ Xiao Ling! Little prince! It's been a long time!" The customer service sister squatted down, hugging Mu Ling fondly and rubbing her back and forth.We can't get our hands on the big ones, but we can always ravage the small ones at will, right? !A group of girls gathered in a circle, chattering excitedly. Mu Ling was surrounded inside. She couldn't push away by herself, and she couldn't fight like boys. struggle.

Fortunately, after a while, someone rescued him from the clutches of the nympho.

"Look at what I picked up on the way to work?" Su Ping picked him up and observed with great interest, "Didn't you eat and drink at Qiao Yan's place with your father yesterday? Why did you show up at Kai today?" Star, did you sleepwalk? Or were you thrown out because you were too mischievous?"

"I don't have one." Mu Ling snorted and answered with her head held high, but she stopped struggling and was hugged by Su Ping obediently.Su Ping greeted the little girls at the front desk and customer service cordially, smiling like a spring breeze on his face, and within a short while he got rid of a group of dizzy little girls, hugged Mu Ling, and walked towards his lounge.

"You are really getting heavier and heavier, do you want to consider losing weight?" Su Ping pressed the elevator floor and asked leisurely.Mu Ling held her head high and expressed her strong rejection, and put her arms around Su Ping's neck to show her determination, not letting him let her down.

"Uncle Su Ping, you are too weak, my dad can't hold me too heavy!" Mu Ling said disgustedly.Su Ping didn't take it seriously, he snorted his fingers leisurely, then bent his knuckles and flicked it on his forehead.

"But when your father hugged you, he thought you were a treasure, but when I hugged you, he only thought you were a piece of meat." Su Ping vividly gave a metaphor, and quickly added, "And you are fast, It’s too big now, and it’s a bit embarrassing to hold it.”

"Oh! Fight! Come on!" This statement obviously hit Mu Ling's young boy's heart, and he began to wave his fist confidently.Su Ping completely let him go, and put him on the sofa when he arrived at his lounge, sat down with a cup of tea, and shook out a newspaper on the table——

start watching.

Mu Ling stared at him boredly for a while, and the two of them stood motionless for a long time like a pair of wooden figures. Finally, Mu Ling, a child with ADHD, couldn't sit still, and began to find fault first: "Uncle Su Ping, what are you doing?" ?”

Su Ping didn't even raise his head: "I work as a nanny in the nursery, and I earn five meals a day. After work, I'll meet your parents."

Mu Ling: "..."

Anyway, it's not about him, so it doesn't sound like it matters.Mu Ling shrank her neck, instinctively felt that she couldn't play Su Ping for the time being, so she sat on the sofa honestly and began to think about life, showing a rare melancholy.

This instead aroused Su Ping's strong curiosity, he folded the newspaper and put it back on the table, and looked at Mu Ling with great interest: "I actually have a special ability to read people's hearts, do you believe it? "

ah?Mu Ling raised her head in shock, and shook her head miraculously, "If you don't believe me, what am I thinking now, can you see it?"

I know, Su Ping nodded with a smile: "Now you are thinking "He must be lying to me, right?""

Mu Ling: "..."

The little girl Mu Ling rested her chin in a daze with infinite depression.

Su Ping sensed an unusual aura, corrected his attitude a little, and put on a very deceptive innocent and reliable expression.Su Yingdi's skills are extraordinary, and Mu Ling is not in the world, so Su Ping fooled him into revealing the source of his recent unhappiness.

"I was ridiculed two days ago." Mu Ling said with a cold face, "People in the class are still calling me a little prince one second, and laughing at me the next second."

You soil?Su Ping looked Mu Ling up and down in astonishment, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you newly enrolled in a doctoral advanced course in fashion design?"

"It's not clothes," Mu Ling's little friend sighed in a rare mood, "They laughed at my nickname—is it really silly to be called Xiaomao or Maomao?"

Su Ping: "...Poof."

Su Ping comforted him not very carefully: "It's okay, it's quite reasonable when you think about it carefully, isn't your name Ling, Ling means feather, and your mother's name Yan also has this meaning, so you two are theoretically the same. Xiaomao or Maomao——cough, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back my laughter just now, I lost my composure."

Mu Ling gave a half-understood voice, still troubled: "But my father never called my mother that, he always called my mother-in-law, wife, Angela or sweetheart—"

Su Ping suppressed a smile and suppressed the corners of his lips: "Well...Although I don't intend to spy on your family's sexuality, your father is really too rustic. Stay away from him in the future, as the soil will be contagious."

He thought for a while, and followed the advice with deep meaning: "If you really still feel unhappy, why don't you go home and mention it to your dad? You can also have a fight by the way, and find out who is the root of your family, father and son. Find it, and then eradicate it, you can do it, believe in yourself."

"Hey, for the sake of this family, I'll try it first." Mu Ling sighed maturely, and then asked Su Ping, "Uncle Su Ping, do you have any other good suggestions?"

"That's a little bit." Su Yingdi said sincerely, "I suggest that this debate should be started within this month, because next month my wife will finish filming and wrap up the movie and come back, so I probably won't be bored at that time. I clocked in the lounge to go to work and read the newspaper, so I didn’t have time to watch your family’s excitement, and I couldn’t rebroadcast or spoiler with my wife, what a pity.”

So on the day Qiao Yan returned home half a month later, the Mu family's first competition of who is both vulgar and rustic was officially launched.

As a seed player, Mu Ling took the lead in giving an impassioned speech.After listening for two-thirds of the time, Mu Ting finally understood the reason why he was both depressed and full of fighting spirit recently. He couldn't help laughing, until Mu Ling was furious, so he took it easy. Laughter, simply and rudely crushed his son in all directions.

"Is it important to be soiled or not?" He asked back as a matter of course, and his attitude was so straightforward that Mu Ling was taken aback for a while, "You know that it is hard to give up on a natural beauty, whether you are handsome or soiled, it all matters." It's fate, don't struggle. Do you think there is any difference between your name Mu Ling, Mu Tu or Mu Guiyao, aren't you our Mu Xiaomao who used to crawl around with his nose dragging?"

Mu Ling: "...Dad, if you say this nickname again, I really want to run away from home."

"Just leave, who is afraid of you, who is threatening?" Mu Ting didn't take his son's threat seriously, and snorted coldly, "If you want to leave, pack up your things quickly, and I won't make you your favorite tomato tomorrow." Stewed beef brisket, I will give birth to a cute and obedient girl with your mother after you walk away..."

"...Wait." At the end of Mu Ting's speech, he suddenly froze for a moment, pondered for a while with a serious face, and suddenly slapped his thigh in a sudden realization.

"Mu Xiaomao, hurry up, hurry up!" Mu Ting waved his son aside perfunctorily, then moved to Qiao Yan's side, and devoted himself to his hospitality, "Honey, Xiaomao is so misbehaving, let's have another one." Give birth to a more obedient child and raise it!"

Big crisis!Mu Ling's spirit froze, and she hurriedly ran over to hug Qiao Yan's arm, and retorted domineeringly: "No! Mom can only have me as a child! I want to throw all my younger brothers and sisters into the river—"

"It's against you, little bastard, I promise I won't hit you when you come here..." Mu Ting heyed excitedly, and began to roll up his arms and sleeves.Mu Ling hugged Qiao Yan's arm, and looked back not to be outdone. The father-son battle was imminent. The two chased and fought around Qiao Yan, and there was a lot of chaos in the restaurant.

In the chaotic center, Qiao Yan sees through the world of mortals, takes a sip of soup slowly, and suddenly has a whim: "When I have time, I plan to write a book."

"Ah? What book?" Mu Ting and Mu Ling stopped, and the father and son asked in unison.

Qiao Yan glanced at the two of them, and there was nowhere to hide the smile and embarrassment in his eyes.

"My Five and a Half Year-Old Son and Six and a Half Year-Old Husband."

The air conditioner was making a slight and continuous noise, and the four dishes, one soup, two thick oil sauces and red dishes on the table were light and delicious.Another ordinary night——

And she loves this ordinary.

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