Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"..." Mu Yun took a deep puff from the corner of his mouth. He didn't really want to continue to listen to the questions about his appetite when he was a child, so he said casually, "Uncle Xiao, have you figured out recently that you don't want that smelly boy of Jingye to marry he Wenwan?"

Feng Yin devotes herself to teasing her grandson and says vaguely, "is that right? When did you think about it?"

Muyun deep pause for a moment, gently moved his lips, "light rain said today to go to Xiao's home for dinner."

"Well... Well?" Feng Yin responds later, "is Xiao Yu going to have dinner? Why did she -- "

Words can be said here, only half of the question can be said. The second half of the sentence is stuck in Sheng Sheng's throat. She quickly returns to her mind. Her eyes are on her son's secluded eyes, and her doubts are instantly solved.

"Oh." Feng Yin showed a clear expression, "it's like this. When did Jingye abduct Xiaoyu? Why didn't I feel it all the time?"

"..." looking at her angry expression, Tang Xiao couldn't help but insert a sentence, "she's still around me all day. I didn't know her thoughts until I had this, this girl..."

With that, she felt vaguely that something was wrong.

Eh, it's clear that mu Yunshen didn't say anything just now. Why did Feng Yin guess right all of a sudden? Do their high IQ people usually rely on eye contact?

Think of this, Tang Xiao mouth involuntarily smoked.

She quickly thought of another key problem, and immediately felt excited all over. She blurted out without even thinking about it, "yes, that Tan..."

"It's someone else's business to fall in love. Let's leave it alone." Mu Yunshen took over the conversation timely and stopped her blurting out words. At the same time, she handed over a hint in her eyes.

Tang Xiao realized in a trance that there were two elders, Mu Xinghua and Fengyin, standing beside him. They couldn't let Tan Jing know about the mess and worry about it. So he agreed with them.

Mu Yunshen gave a deep look at her eyes and exchanged a reassuring look with her four eyes.

That night, when Su Xiaoyu came to the front door of Xiao's villa, he sat in the car and didn't want to come down.

Xiao Jingye put her hand on her arm and pushed it gently. Instead, she drew back even harder. Her whole body curled up into a small ball. Her hands clung tightly to the armrest beside the car seat and refused to let go. There was resistance from her hair to her fingertips.

Xiao Jingye is a little sad. "Xiaoyu, it's time for us to get off."

Su Xiaoyu lowered her head, almost buried her head on her chest, and gave a very low voice of sobbing, "no... I still don't want to go."

She slightly raised her head and carefully glanced at him from the gap between her black hair. Her eyes were dodgy in the wet pupil, and in a moment she took them back.

Xiao Jingye leaned over and stroked her soft hair with one hand, trying to whisper, "it's OK. Don't be afraid. My mother especially wants to see you."

Su Xiaoyu didn't say a word, and his action of shrinking into a ball didn't change at all.

Xiao Jingye knew where the crux of the problem was. He coughed softly and said, "don't worry about my father. I've explained the misunderstanding before. He won't embarrass you any more."

Hearing this, Su Xiaoyu finally gave a little reaction and looked at him carefully, "really?"