"How about we go out and talk, so as not to disturb their work here."
Meng Jia smiled and made a gesture of invitation in a very graceful manner, letting Sister Mu Yunhan go first.
Mu Yunhan walked out unceremoniously.
As soon as I left the winery, I heard a loud barking of a dog.
Then a big, majestic dog with shiny black fur ran over.
"New life..." Mu Yunhan couldn't help but cry out.
But he saw the black dog pounce on Meng Jia, turn around a few times with a scowl on his face, rub his body against his legs, and lie down on the ground shamelessly, curling up his front paws and exposing his belly.
While acting coquettishly, he looked at Meng Jia and whispered "hum hum", which was really flattering.
This was not her new baby, it just looked like her. Mu Yunhan took a step back and looked on coldly.
"Get up!" Meng Jia smiled and touched the black dog's belly a few times, then rubbed its head vigorously, and kicked it lightly with his toes. The black dog flexibly turned over, stood up, and stared at Mu Yun.
Sister Han, look.
"Sister, is this Baifu?" Mu Ying and Mu Yunhan bit their ears.
Baifu was a newborn son who was originally raised by her, but was quietly taken away by Meng Jia, which made her cry countless times.
Later, I asked Mengjia several times, and he said that the dog was left at the border and was not brought back, but this time it suddenly appeared.
Mu Yunhan said: "It should be." Because they are so similar.
Suddenly, he saw the black dog wagging its tail at Mu Ying in excitement, but it didn't dare to rush over like that, but kept squinting at Meng Jia.
Mengjia patted the dog's head lightly and laughed and scolded: "Since you remember, why don't you go say hello?"
The black dog immediately walked up to Mu Ying, looked up at her and yelled: "Woof woof!!!"
"It's Baifu?" After receiving the affirmative answer, Mu Ying was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She hugged the black dog and looked at it again and again, and said: "Brother Meng Shi, you raised it very well!
It's really amazing. He is indeed a newborn son. I have raised him for a while, and he remembers me. This was when he was a child, and it has been so many years."
Meng Jia immediately pretended to be polite and ashamed: "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken it away quietly and gave you gold in the early years.
It’s just that I couldn’t think of any good way to compensate you at the time, so I’m going to apologize to you now and hope you don’t take it to heart.”
Although Mu Ying was excited, after all, they had been separated for so many years, not to mention that she had grown up and had a tiger, so she waved her hands very rationally: "It's okay, didn't you give me a tiger later? I was happy when I saw how good it was."
Meng Jia took the opportunity to chat with her. Mu Ying didn't have any ill feelings toward him, and of course they had a pleasant conversation with him.
Mu Yunhan looked on coldly, "What kind of dog has such a good memory? What kind of trick is it playing!"
Even if his newborn son is born to be much smarter than ordinary dogs, he still cannot remember the owner who raised him for more than ten days when he was very young.
Today's style is nothing more than what Meng Jia specially trained.
However, she had to admit that Meng Jia's troubles had greatly shortened the distance between them.
Even she, who is so cold-hearted, can't help but think of many things in the past.
Although Meng Jia was talking to Mu Ying, he kept glancing at Mu Yunhan from the corner of his eye.
Seeing her very disapproving look, I felt anxious in my heart, and said with a smile: "I wonder how Aunt Mu and Xinsheng are doing. Do you have any news later?"
Mu Ying looked at Mu Yunhan's face carefully and shook her head gently: "No."