Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

It's like, born to owe her.

I owe her all my life.

From the moment he met her in Mu house, he began to sink slowly. It seems that there is no reason to love. He impulsively tore up the established insurmountable blood relationship between the two people, brought her to the track of love, and looked at her painful and injured eyes. He gouged out his heart and felt pain. It seems that from that moment, he decided to spend his life to change her face.

Thinking of her and the little man they had conceived together, mu Yanchen couldn't help but gently fasten the back of her head and kiss her eyebrows for a long time. Happiness is hard won.

Lanxi was stunned after hearing his words.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly and couldn't help drilling into his arms. His forehead rested in his neck fossa and asked vaguely: "When you say this, I seem to remember... Does my father love my daughter? When I was young, even when I first remembered things, my father was very kind to me. When I took photos, he either held me on his legs or carried me on his back. What I pointed out, he gave me. Others said that he was an officer, but he laughed like a flower every day to make me happy..."

Warm memories are surging up in the sleepy feeling that gradually strikes.

Mu Yanchen's eyes moved slightly. It seemed that he also remembered something. Jun's face turned white and gave a faint "um".

The memory was pulled, but it was a period he was reluctant to recall.

Gently kissing her forehead urged her to go to sleep. Lanxi's voice gradually decreased and gently nestled in his arms. There was no defense at all. Just when he felt that she was about to fall asleep, Lanxi gently said a word——

"Spring is coming... Yan Chen, let's get your mother back from the countryside."

The voice was dumb like somniloquy. When she finished, she went to sleep quietly, and her hair lay snugly in her ear, as if she had never said that, but a voice from his heart.

Mu Yanchen held her and froze for a long time.

After a long time, he bent down and kissed her lips, with some strength and tight arms.

Lanxi was so hard to breathe in his sleep that he stretched out his little tongue to cater to him. He hit him on the shoulder angrily, and then hugged him with a soft little hand and became fiercely entangled with him.

Mu Yanchen held her arm and trembled.

His memory is like that——

Mo Ruqing was not in a good situation when she gave birth to him. The family thought she was ashamed and kicked her out. She was alone in the hospital from childbirth to birth. She didn't even have a person to take her child to her ward. A cousin who was close to her came in a hurry and didn't have time to take care of him. She paid for a nurse and hurried away again.

He didn't ask Mo Ruqing. At that time, she was stiff with pain. A person watched other pregnant women in the ward shared by the three. The whole family was happy and had everything she wanted to eat. Did she ever hold this newborn child and wonder if she could keep alive and cry bitterly.

No, I don't think so.

She is such a tough person, how can she cry in front of outsiders.

His only memory of being with his mother was half good and half bad. He remembered the bad ones clearly over the years, but the good one was blurred because of his age, and there were only a few sporadic pictures. He sat on a messy little bed crying, and a woman came back from the outside in the rain, so tired that her eyes were swollen, She smiled and sang to coax him. She smashed the cheap food in the food box and brought it to him. A broken radio played songs that had long been unable to remember the melody of that era. The tone was not remembered, but the atmosphere was still buried in the bottom of her heart.

Some people say that when they become parents, they will know the difficulties of being parents and the hardships and bitterness of the previous generation.

You're right.

……

On the way back from the ancestral home, mu Yanchen's mind echoed the words Lanxi said.

Yan Chen.

She called him "Yan Chen".

Mingming has been married for more than half a year. It's reasonable to say that there's nothing wrong with this, but he still vaguely feels that the age and generation gap between the two people is there, which sounds more or less presumptuous. But what did he think at that time? It seems that... He was moved by the words she said later. For a while, who still tangled with her about what she called?

The rain rustled outside the window.

The road was wet and slippery. He didn't drive too fast. The wiper swept the back road, and the scenery in front was a little misty.

There is a low mountain between the countryside and the urban area. The higher the winding mountain road goes up, the heavier the fog is, especially in the early morning. Mu Yanchen's thin lips lightly pursed into a line, as if he suddenly remembered something and said to the people behind him, "is it cold?"

Mo Ruqing's mind seemed dignified. He smiled reluctantly and hurriedly said, "it's not cold. The car is very warm."

Then there is silence.

"Are you unhappy when I pick you up?" he asked faintly.

Mo Ruqing was stunned and quickly waved her hand: "no, no, no... I'm happy, very happy..." then she looked gloomy again and said in a dumb voice, "I'm just afraid there's still a gap between you. I asked me to go back because I've been in my ancestral house for too long. I'm sorry. Yan Chen, mom can do anything now. Lanxi has just given birth to a child. Don't pick me up because your father wants me to accompany him. You young people can live a good life, and the old people can make do."

Her words are full of sincerity, even if they are reluctant, she can only add blocking when she goes back.

Mu Yanchen's face turned white.

He swept the road with a cold light in his deep eyes. He only felt that his throat was blocked by a faint acidity. Suddenly, he felt that he had no head to listen to the woman who gave her life. He didn't want to and couldn't bear to speak so recklessly.

His thin white lips said in a hoarse voice, "this time I didn't come back because of my father... This is what Lanxi means."

As soon as this sentence came out, Mo Ruqing immediately widened his eyes, as if he had been shocked in situ.

"You don't have to feel uneasy..." he said faintly with his eyes fixed on the gradually dispersed mist in front of him, "Mom, I also want you to come back."

I want too.

Let you come back.

……

In such a big Mu house, the servants turned over the dictionary and whispered.

Mo Ruqing had to take reading glasses from Mu Mingsheng's study. Although he was dizzy, it was better than not being able to see clearly. Lanxi lay on the sofa and shook the cradle. The baby in the swaddling clothes was playing with a wool ball. His big eyes looked around. His hand accidentally rubbed the wool ball off, and his clumsy thick arms and short legs fluttered everywhere, Lanxi handed the wool ball to her. She looked at her mother with big bright eyes and sent the wool ball to her mouth with a small mouth.

Lan Xi couldn't laugh or cry. She took away her little hand. After a while, she grabbed the wool ball and put it in her mouth.

"Mom, how did you get up my brother's name at that time? It's good to get up now?" she couldn't help but say that Mo Ruqing had trouble turning the dictionary.

"Your brother?" Mo Ruqing smiled in his reading glasses. "Your brother's name is poor and can't be illuminated."

poor and pedantic??

"Why don't I feel poor? I think it sounds good." Lanxi sat right and listened to her.

Mo Ruqing smiled, took off his glasses and said slowly: "His name has a history. I'll tell you. You know, it was hard for him to follow me when he was a child. No one came to the full moon wine, and he took a five yuan one hundred day photo in a hundred days. Children's birthdays don't grow faster than the old people, and every birthday has to be meaningful. I only earned more money at that time? I had a hard time with him alone, not to mention my birthday. On my birthday, I'll put a bowl of noodles in front of him, drop two drops of sesame oil, and then burn the whole white wax candle next to him... "

Lanxi felt funny, but there was astringency in her smile.

Mo Ruqing also stopped smiling and continued: "At that time, people said that he was an illegitimate child. I thought that one day when I turned right, I would celebrate my son's birthday with great fanfare and invite everyone, no matter how hard they scolded me, to come and see how beautiful my son is. Banquet is a banquet, and Chen is his birthday. I threw a banquet to celebrate his birthday. This means vulgar, but it's special It doesn't make sense, does it? "

In Lanxi's clear eyes, there was a glimmer of light with unknown meaning.

Mo Ruqing looked at her and withdrew his smile with some shyness, "I'm really bad. I was extremely bad, but at that time, I thought it was very simple. My own cheap life was all right. I couldn't let my son suffer with me. But what I thought was innocence? I thought that day would come soon, but I waited for 27 years. Even after 27 years, I took Yan Chen into this house, you know The grandfather in the ancestral home still calls him the same as your cautious second uncle. If he hadn't saved Mu's enterprise and retired, would you like to know how many years our mother would have been wronged... "

He got excited and burst into tears at the bottom of his eyes.

Lanxi was also slightly moved.

There was a sound of cars outside. All the servants followed their reputation. Mo Ruqing quickly stopped talking, wiped away his tears and laughed at himself and said, "I just remember revenge. Don't care. When you get to my age, you will know that women remember revenge. Unless you are kind to her, she won't remember so clearly..."

The baby in the swaddling clothes had already removed the wool ball again and looked back at Mo Ruqing for a long time. When she heard the sound of the car outside, she came over. She seemed very excited and danced in the cradle.

"How did your mother say your name?" Mo Ruqing asked before mu Yanchen came in.

Lanxi immediately cried and laughed: "my mother told me that she felt good..."

There is no such deep meaning as him.

The light in the living room was broken, and a tall and straight figure came in slowly. His indifferent eyes first fell on the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were laughing and talking on the sofa. His eyes were soft, and then fell on the baby in swaddling clothes.

"What are you talking about? The children are so excited." he said faintly, dropped the key, gently leaned down and held the child's pink head and hands.

"Speak ill of you." Mo Ruqing put on his reading glasses and continued to look through the dictionary.

"She's not excited to hear us talk. She's excited to hear you come," Lanxi said. "You're so energetic every day. You take her everywhere for a moment. You make her cry as soon as her head touches the pillow behind her. Someone has to hold her up and hang around..."

Before he finished, mu Yanchen picked her up from the cradle again. The pink baby made a noise excitedly.

Kissing her on the face, he asked, "have you got your name?"

"Not yet. I've been looking through the dictionary all afternoon. I have a headache. I'm afraid I can't get it well."

"You look in my pocket and take my mobile phone. Nie Mingxuan said that he sent his name to my mobile phone. I've been looking at a planning case with Zi Ming this afternoon and haven't had time to look at it."

Lanxi curiously walked over and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Open the screen, the small blue envelope inside turns around leisurely on the screen and opens. There are two words in the simple text message.

Lanxi saw the corners of his mouth twitch.

The pink baby flopped back and forth on mu Yanchen's back and laughed happily. He fastened her back with one hand to prevent her from falling. He turned his head and asked, "what did you write?"

Lanxi's face was very stiff. He stuffed his mobile phone back into his pocket: "go and tell him that his child will be born in the future. Just call him Nie Nie. I think it's very nice."

Mu Yanchen was stunned.

He was curious about what Nie Mingxuan's bad idea was. He hugged the baby in one hand and took out his mobile phone in the other. When the baby saw the bright thing, he stopped making trouble, stared round his big eyes and touched it with his hand. Mu Yanchen let her pink claws pull around on his hand, and also saw the two clever small characters on it——

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Guess master Nie's IQ ~ ~ ~ poof... It's so simple ~ ~ the name will be revealed in the next chapter~~