Tang Moyu frowned, hesitated, and then whispered: "Are you sure this is okay?!"
Mu Wanqing held Mu Xiaoni's little hand tightly, which had been warmed for a long time before it became slightly warm, and slightly raised her lips: "What's wrong?!" Yang Mufan didn't care anymore anyway.
What's more, she lives in this villa alone, and Yang Mufan won't come over.
Tang Moyu nodded and drove to the company without saying anything else.
Mu Wanqing held Mu Xiaoni's hand and stood at the door. After watching Tang Moyu leave, she took Mu Xiaoni into the villa.
In the evening, Mu Wanqing went to a nearby supermarket and helped Mu Xiaoni buy several jackets to keep out the cold, and some fresh vegetables. Then she returned to the villa and cooked a very rich dinner.
At eight o'clock in the evening, it was already quiet outside the villa.
The restaurant on the first floor is lit with bright orange lights and is exceptionally quiet and peaceful.
Mu Wanqing sat next to Mu Xiaoni and kept adding vegetables to Mu Xiaoni's bowl. She watched her daughter devouring the food she cooked with her little face turning red.
On the one hand, Mu Wanqing felt very proud, but on the other hand, she felt heartbroken and guilty.
I didn't notice it before, but now I suddenly realized that I hadn't cooked for Mu Xiaoni for a long time.
After not seeing her for a while, she lost a lot of weight.
"Is it delicious?!" Mu Wanqing looked at her daughter who was devouring her food, put down her chopsticks, and touched her head.
"Yeah, it's delicious." Mu Xiaoni replied vaguely.
Mu Wanqing said: "If it's delicious, eat more. Don't eat too hastily. Eat slowly."
…
Mu Wanqing hasn't helped her daughter take a bath or wash her hair for a long, long time.
After dinner, I accompanied her to finish her homework, and then took her to the bathroom to wash up.
She took a shower and washed her hair carefully, and then used a hair dryer to dry her hair.
When Mu Wanqing combed her hair with a comb, she realized that Mu Xiaoni's hair was already very, very long.
When I was a child, my hair was yellow and thin, but now it has become black and strong.
Through the mask, she looked at her daughter's little face, which grew wider and wider, and became more and more iconic. Mu Wanqing's big round eyes immediately turned into two crescent moons with a smile. She said: "Mom's Nini, she is getting more and more beautiful."
The more beautiful she becomes, she has grown into a little beauty."
I think back then, when she was nine years old, she had already met Yang Mufan.
At that age, when a girl is the most ignorant, innocent, innocent, and the most beautiful, she has already engraved a boy named Yang Mufan in her heart.
…
At night, Mu Wanqing hugged her daughter to sleep. She was curled up in her arms, holding her waist.
Mu Wanqing gently patted her back with one hand, coaxing her to sleep.
I thought to myself: If Yang Mufan occupies the custody of Yang Muan and refuses to give it to her, in fact, it would not be bad for her to live with Mu Xiaoni.
Her intuition tells her that Mu Xiaoni, who has been sensible since she was a child, will treat her mother very well in the future, going beyond the average biological mother and daughter.
Just when she thought Mu Xiaoni had fallen asleep, her weak and cautious questioning voice sounded in a low voice: "Mom, will you not want me?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing was shocked by Mu Xiaoni's sudden question, and she couldn't recover for a long time, "Nini, how come mom doesn't want you?! Why do you think mom doesn't want you?!"
