Li Xiang had been holding back his smile for a long time, and finally took the opportunity to laugh out loud.
Zhang Ling also put on a smile and accidentally saw that Muzi's face was much gloomier. She grabbed Muzi's hand in a strange way and comforted her:
"Friend, what's wrong with you? Looking at your expression, it feels like you wrote this letter. Don't be nervous. Your boss is not here anyway. If you want to smile, just smile happily."
She didn't know that the words being laughed at were written by Mu Zi himself.
In other words, Muzi is actually the real Li Xiang.
Let the writer laugh at the ugly words he writes.
No matter how you think about it, it seems a bit too embarrassing.
Muzi listened to Zhang Ling's words and could clearly feel her body temperature on his hands, which made his unhappy mood instantly recover a lot.
"It's okay, it's okay. My friend, you may not know that my boss is lonely. He usually only has this hobby to relieve his loneliness. But our boss is talented. It seems that only I can understand his talent."
As he spoke, Muzi looked at the calligraphy in the waiter's hand again in a daze.
On the surface, Zhang Ling sounded like Muzi was introducing his boss.
But she could tell from Muzi's demeanor and tone that the description was very much like Muzi's own confession.
It gave her a vague feeling.
It felt like the Muzi sitting next to him was actually the boss he said he was.
Zhang Ling took another closer look at the feminine Muzi and quickly shook her head to deny this astonishing idea.
Li Xiang once made it clear that the boss Muzi mentioned was a man.
I feel like I probably didn't sleep well last night, which led to me being in a trance and hallucinating.
In order not to make the scene awkward, Zhang Ling could only force herself to speak a few simple words of agreement.
For this reason, Muzi felt that he and Zhang Ling had another cognitive common ground.
That is to be able to also understand the meaning expressed in calligraphy.
No, to be precise, Zhang Ling can read him.
So Muzi's eyes were full of trust and he continued to look at Zhang Ling beside him.
The waiter who delivered the food came out nearly half an hour ago.
They are self-aware that they cannot earn the rewards promised by Muzi, but they cannot lose the work at hand.
So the waiters left one by one amid Xiaodouzi's jokes.
The calligraphy finally returned to Muzi's hands.
Zhang Ling felt that Muzi looked at this calligraphy as if he were looking at his own child.
There is a sense of infinite reluctance in the tenderness and pampering.
She tentatively whispered in Muzi's ear:
"Can't bear to leave it in Li Xiang's hands?"
Muzi suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Ling in shock, and explained with a bit of embarrassment that he had been seen through:
"What are you talking about? This was originally given to Mr. Li by the boss. How can I have the nerve to keep it for myself?"
"It's okay." Zhang Ling said, looking at Li Xiang with a bit of disgust, "Since ancient times, swords have been paired with heroes, and good words must be owned by people who know how to appreciate them. You see, it's a waste for Li Xiang to look like he doesn't know how to appreciate them at all.
, if you really like it, I can ask Li to give it to you."
After hearing this, Li Xiang also wanted to express his agreement with Zhang Ling's words.
Muzi excitedly explained first:
"No, it can't be! The boss specifically told me that this picture fits Mr. Li's current situation very well. It is mainly given to Mr. Li as a warning. So even if I like it, I can't ask for it."
"Warning!" Zhang Ling and Li Xiang said in unison when they heard Muzi's answer.
The two then recalled the outline of the font in their minds.
Want to know what the warning from Muzi’s mouth means?
Zhang Ling still doesn’t understand what these four words mean?
She thought she had heard wrongly, but she got a confirmed answer from Muzi.
Li Xiang tasted what Mu Zi had just said, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to understand what Zhen Li wanted to express.
"Butler Muzi, I understand! The characters on this picture appear to be four characters on the surface, but they are actually eight characters, right?"
Li Xiang stood up excitedly under the gaze of everyone and looked at Muzi and said.
"Eight words?" Zhang Ling felt like she was joking when she heard Li Xiang's answer.
With a bit of a smile, he was ready to confirm his suspicions with Muzi.
She could clearly see it from Muzi's expression.
The "eight words" Li wanted to say are correct!
"How is this possible? Muzi, you said..." She was speechless.
"That's right!" Muzi said with surprise in his laughter, "Mr. Li is so awesome! The boss guessed that it would take at least three days for you to understand the meaning after you saw the words. I never thought you would understand it in less than an hour."
Muzi said, stood up in front of Zhang Ling and her son, held the scroll and walked towards Li Xiang.
This time there was no trace of reluctance on Muzi's face.
She is as happy as a mother seeing her daughter find her own happiness.
Li Xiang took the words Muzi sent him with both hands and couldn't wait to open them again. He wanted to finally confirm whether these eight words were correct?
In front of Zhang Ling, Muzi's behavior seemed a bit ambiguous. He leaned over and said curiously in Li Xiang's ear:
"Since Mr. Li already knows that there are eight characters, he must also know what those eight characters are. Please tell me. I can also go back and report to the boss."
Li Xiang looked up at Muzi and nodded before continuing his analysis.
At first glance, these four characters are indeed four unfamiliar characters.
But when you analyze these four characters with the state of mind of appreciating paintings, you will find that these four characters are not only a freehand ink landscape painting, but each character can have a total of eight characters in both virtual and real situations.
The four words "real" are "stick to your heart";
The four characters "Xu" respectively mean "substitute boyfriend".
Li Xiang whispered the eight words he saw to Muzi.
Muzi smiled and said:
"That's right! Sure enough, the boss will say that the huge reward for literacy will definitely go to you."
"Oh?" Li Xiang really admired the real Li Xiang's prediction ability.
Muzi smiled and said:
"But the boss also said that if Mr. Li really wants to have a happy relationship with Zhang Ling, he will definitely try his best to help you. This free reward is his sincerity."
Li Xiang said vigilantly:
"What about the conditions?"
Muzi said cheerfully:
"As expected of Mr. Li. Okay. Then I'll make it clear. The boss asked me to bring you a message."
"What?"
"The family priest requires you to bring your girlfriend with you. He wants you to persuade Zhang Ling to accompany you to attend."
"But……"
Muzi interrupted:
"No, but the boss knows what you are worried about. Don't worry, he has already made arrangements. Even if your family forces you to get married, the boss will absolutely guarantee that you are a legal couple."
"Okay! I can try." Li Xiang finally agreed.
Only then did Li Xiang understand why the real Li Xiang didn't strongly oppose his pursuit of Zhang Ling.
Perhaps he was worried that his grandmother, who had terminal cancer, died unexpectedly and that he would become an uncontrollable substitute for the real Li Xiang.
Zhang Ling became his only weakness, thus acting as a good check and balance for him.
Before leaving, Muzi warned him not to reveal that he was a substitute even so.
Otherwise, Zhang Ling, who cannot tolerate any deception, will definitely choose to leave him mercilessly when she learns the truth that he is a substitute.
Li Xiang was shocked!
He finally understood why Muzi took the initiative to make friends with Zhang Ling.
It must be true that Li wanted to know Zhang Ling's personality.
His face became gloomy and a little gloomy.
Zhang Ling watched Muzi and Li Xiang whisper to each other, which made her feel inexplicably sour and uncomfortable.
She couldn't help but said:
"Hey, friend! You've been whispering like this to your child's father in front of me. Is this really okay? Even I can't listen to what you say. You have to whisper it between you."
Li Xiang listened to Zhang Ling's jealous words and did not nervously want to explain anything. Instead, he enjoyed the feeling with a little smile.
Because he felt that the most important person to explain at this moment was Muzi.
He felt a little unhappy after being threatened by Muzi's words just now.
So now I just want to be a cold observer and watch the show.
When Muzi heard Zhang Ling's words, he stood up suddenly and looked at her. A trace of shame and worry flashed across his face at first, but then he returned to his seat calmly and sat down.
Zhang Ling did not wait for Muzi's clear explanation. Instead, she saw Muzi sipping tea leisurely.
Of course, after she finished speaking, she realized that she had asked something she shouldn't have asked.
So she tried to force herself to sit as quietly as possible without being anxious.
What Xiaodouzi did at this time surprised Zhang Ling.
The little girl saw that Zhang Ling was sulking because of Muzi's lack of answer. She held her favorite Princess Claire in her arms and looked at it with some reluctance.
Muzi accidentally saw Xiaodouzi, jumped down from the chair, and put the doll into the box with his own hands.
He was a little confused when he saw Xiaodouzi stuffing the gift box into his arms again.
"Xiaodouzi, what do you mean?" Muzi asked.
Zhang Ling also said curiously:
"Yes, Xiaodouzi, what are you doing?"
Xiaodouzi looked back at Zhang Ling, then bowed to Muzi politely and said:
"Aunt Muzi, although I like this gift you gave me very much, your behavior made my mother unhappy, so Xiaodouzi was also very unhappy. For the sake of my mother, I still give this gift back to you."
The little girl's behavior made Zhang Ling feel the happiness of having a daughter again.
She could no longer continue to sit on the chair and have a good meal.
He stood up and squatted next to Xiaodouzi, hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, tears of excitement ran across his smiling cheeks, and he kept saying:
"Good boy, mom is fine, mom is really not unhappy."
"But Xiaodouzi did see that her mother was unhappy." Xiaodouzi said inexplicably.
Muzi stood up and put the gift box on the chair. He walked a few steps and stood in front of Xiaodouzi. He stroked his little head with his hand and said with a smile:
"Good boy, you read that right! Auntie was just playing around with your mother. It's all Auntie's fault for making you misunderstand."
"Is this really true?" Xiaodouzi still couldn't believe it.
Zhang Ling pushed Xiaodouzi away and answered seriously:
"Well, your Aunt Muzi is right. We are indeed joking."
Xiaodouzi instantly regretted that his behavior just now was a bit hasty.
I never thought that adults would play like children sometimes.
Xiaodouzi glanced at the returned doll with a slightly sad expression.
With the determination of a strong man to go into battle, he turned around and returned to his seat.
After Zhang Ling confirmed that Xiaodouzi was seated, she turned around and continued to look at Muzi and asked:
"Friend, are you really not going to explain anything to me?"
Muzi did not turn around and leave immediately, as if he had guessed that Zhang Ling would ask more questions, he smiled happily and took two steps closer to her.
The two people have already broken through the safe distance. Their noses are less than ten centimeters apart, and they can even clearly hear each other's breathing.
Li Xiang, who was watching the show in a lazy posture, suddenly sat up nervously and watched with trepidation.
He was worried that if the two women in front of him got into a fight, he, a man, would not be able to just sit back and watch, so he could continue to watch the show with peace of mind.
Then the only way to take the initiative is to take the initiative to intervene.
However, the road to fighting is really too difficult for Li Xiang!
If the action is slightly biased towards Zhang Ling, it will definitely offend Muzi, but Muzi is really Li Xiang behind the scenes;
If his actions are slightly biased towards Muzi, he will definitely offend Zhang Ling, and his fate with Zhang Ling will inevitably end early;
Then there is another way to simply step forward and become a punching bag for them to vent their anger? This self-inflicted fighting method is painful to think about.
Now he can only hope that Xiaodouzi can save the current situation.
"Xiaodouzi, look! Your mother and Aunt Muzi look like they are about to start a fight." Li Xiang suppressed his nervousness and said.
Xiaodouzi looked up and said unusually calmly:
"Impossible! They must still be joking this time."
The two people confronting each other smiled at each other after hearing what Li Xiang and Xiaodouzi said.
Muzi looked into Zhang Ling's eyes and said:
"Mr. Li, let me ask you something. If we really fight later, who will you help?"
"Ah!" Li Xiang was surprised that Muzi would do this.
Zhang Ling also suddenly became interested and asked:
"Yes, I also want to know who Li Xiang will you help?"
Xiaodouzi saw Li Xiang's embarrassed look and said:
"Dad, this question is so simple! What do you have to think about?"
The two confronting people said as if they had agreed on their lines:
"Xiaodouzi is right! What do you have to consider? Answer quickly!"
He looked at Xiaodouzi with a painful expression, really wishing that he could disappear from the current space in an instant.
Xiaodouzi spoke again to help him answer:
"Dad, I believe that my mother's ability will never suffer."
Li Xiang had an idea and suddenly held Xiaodouzi in his arms, and then said Xiaodouzi loudly:
"So in order to prevent you from hurting the child, I chose to protect Xiaodouzi from being accidentally injured by you."
Xiaodouzi once again felt the happy feeling of being hugged by Li Xiang.
It was because of what Li Xiangxi said just now that he happily kissed his cheek.
"Thank you dad, Xiaodouzi really loves you!"
Almost instinctively, I wanted to express my gratitude to Li.
"Yeah, daddy loves you too!"
The two confronting each other smiled at each other after hearing Li Xiang's cunning answer.
At this time, Muzi looked at their father and daughter and said with a smile:
"Friend, your worries are really unnecessary. The answer you want to know is already there. So if I say now that we just talked about some work, are you willing to believe it?"
"Believe it!" Zhang Ling paused for a while and said, then turned around quickly and shook out her stiff joints, "If only you had said this earlier! It's really tiring for me to stand there nervously."
Zhang Ling only realized what she had just said when she returned to her seat.
He even understood that he had been so jealous just now and had the urge to fight Muzi.
She tried her best to attribute her impulse to Xiaodouzi so that he could have a stable and good father.
Of course, a small part of the reason is that Li Xiang was her chosen substitute for her first love.
Naturally, we don’t allow others to blaspheme easily!
Not even her good friends.
Muzi picked up the gift box placed on the chair, sat down and played with it for a while. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Xiaodouzi who had returned to his seat and was looking expectantly at the doll gift box in his hand.
Xiaodouzi had the urge to jump off the chair and ask for the doll many times.
But in the end I restrained myself from doing so.
When Muzi saw this, he fell in love with this little girl even more.
But Muzi just shook his head pretending to be helpless, and then silently placed it on the ground next to the chair.
A disappointed expression flashed across Xiaodouzi's face.
She must have basically thought that the doll in Muzi's hand would really have no chance with her.
I glanced at the waiter who put the last dish on the table, and took the initiative to greet everyone to officially enjoy the food in front of them.
Muzi really wants to see if Xiaodouzi will fight for the doll in the end?
