In fact, he had also searched for Bao'er, but he did so in secret. He didn't dare to cast a net all over the world like the Mo family did.
The three words "Ye Bao'er" were engraved by Mo Yanyi. They belong to him alone. How dare others contaminate them?
But now, he is close to her
There were also tears on her face that had not dried up, and Mu Nianqing felt a little bit of distress in her heart. He loved her, and he wanted to stay with her for the rest of her life, warming her scarred heart.
The door knocked twice and was pushed open.
The aroma of chicken porridge floated in, arousing people's appetite. Ying Ming slowly opened her eyes. She smiled warmly at Ning Meng who came in with the porridge and said, "It's hard for Miss Ning Meng. Her fingers were stained with onion water."
"Just eat, you're still a mouthful" Ning Meng put the tray on the table and brought a bowl of porridge to Mu Nianqing
Mu Nianqing took it and said, "You eat that bowl, and I'll feed you."
Ning Meng was startled for a moment, and Ying Zhen was also startled for a moment, and quickly said: "My hand is not injured, so there is no need to feed me. If I want to be fed, you have to feed me vaguely. How can you, the noble young master Mu, do it yourself?"
"Be good," Mu Nianqing said softly.
Ning Meng picked up the tray and said jokingly: "Don't be too affectionate. I, a light bulb, will be ashamed of myself. I'd better not be annoying here."
Having said that, quickly exit the room with the tray in hand.
Yingzhen saw Mu Nianqing's hand shaking slightly and asked, "Is it hot?"
"It's not hot." Mu Nianqing smiled, scooped a spoonful of porridge to Yingzhen's mouth, and said softly, "Come on, open your mouth."
Yingzhen pushed his hand away and said, "Don't be like this, Nian Qing, it's too awkward. I'll eat it myself."
Mu Nianqing didn't insist anymore, put the bowl in Yingzhen's hand and stared at her
Yingzhen frowned: "Young Master Mu, isn't it too rude of you to watch others eat?"
"Okay, you can take a rest after eating." He stood up and left.
In the dining room downstairs, Ning Meng was slightly lost in thought with a spoon in her hand. Mu Nianqing knocked on the door lightly, and then she came back to her senses and quickly fed the porridge in the spoon into her mouth.
cold
Mu Nianqing walked to the dining table and sat down next to Ning Meng. Ning Meng lowered his head and just ate his porridge.
One spoonful after another, he ate in a little panic, but Mu Nianqing didn't say a word.
It wasn't until Ning Meng swallowed the last mouthful of porridge and she was about to stand up and take the bowl to wash that Mu Nianqing spoke: "Mengmeng, I want to talk to you."
"I understand what you are going to say." Ning Meng turned on the faucet to wash the dishes, but turned it too wide and the water splashed on her body and face.