Although her current IQ is only that of a five-year-old, in her opinion, she is even stronger and more decisive than when she was fifteen.
There is no harm to Mu Qingyan or Jun Qingjue.
Jun Moye leaned against the window and looked at the faint smile in his little woman's eyes. He slightly raised his thin lips and smiled softly: "Xiao Yue'er, Qingyan never killed people like this before.
"
As her mother, she taught her this way.
Nodding, yes, yes, it really fits his Xiaoyue'er's character.
Seeing the series of changes in the woman in his arms, Jun Qingjue's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little complicated in her heart.
Of course Mu Hanyue knew the concerns in his heart and smiled slightly: "Qingjue, before I met Qingyan, she was sealed in an ice coffin. If you are really worried, you can take her to the devil world. But
, I can tell you that judging from her situation, there will be no problem in the short term. Although it is more serious than amnesia, it will not damage her body."
Of course, this is all under the premise that she can regain consciousness.
This point can be ignored directly.
Recovery is a matter of time.
Hearing what she said, Jun Qingjue felt really relieved: "I'll take her out for a walk."
It's not good to be bored in your room all the time.
It is midsummer now, the sun is shining brightly and the weather is beautiful.
The lotus flowers on the lakeside are blooming, and the willow trees on the lakeside are hanging down their willow branches, swaying in the breeze.
Golden light spreads all over the earth. Being under the sunshine, feeling the tranquility of this moment, enjoying the breeze and smelling the fresh air, the whole person feels extremely relaxed and feels comfortable both physically and mentally.
Under the willow tree.
Mu Qingyan lay flat on the grass, her head resting on Jun Qingjue's lap. She was in a good mood, her eyes almost narrowed into a line, and she said with a smile: "Daddy, I like getting along with you like this."
No matter where she goes, as long as her father takes her there, she likes it.
Listening to the woman's childish and smart voice, her thin lips were slightly hooked, and a wicked smile slowly bloomed on her lips: "Yan'er, you don't have to call me daddy." He preferred her to call him by his name.
In the past, he was always called brother, but now, as he is father, he is rarely called by his first name.
Mu Qingyan tilted her head sideways, puzzled, her blue eyes as pure as water: "But you are my daddy. If I don't call you daddy, what should I call you?"
"Call me Jue." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness in the timbre. His voice was like a demon, captivating the soul.
"You can't call him like that." Mu Qingyan subconsciously refused. He was her father, and she couldn't call him like that.
Jun Qingjue was not in a hurry and said with an evil smile: "Don't Yan'er like daddy and not listen to daddy?"
She is now much easier to deceive and more seductive than her normal self in the past.
If you ask Mu Qingyan what she is most afraid of now, she will definitely answer without hesitation that her father will leave.
As a filial daughter, Mu Qingyan will definitely obey whatever her father says. So, after a little tangle in her heart, she immediately nodded in agreement and shouted cheerfully: "Okay, absolutely."
The woman's voice was lively and lively with a hint of cuteness, and her blue eyes had an innocent expression. However, hearing it in Jun Qingjue's ears, it was a different kind of temptation.
The breeze blew by, rolling up the hair on the woman's forehead, and swaying to her face with the breeze. Mu Qingyan wanted to reach out to take it away, but Jun Qingjue held her hand, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly,