Chapter 1019

Arriving at the residence, Mu Ting glanced sideways at the sweet little boy sleeping in the back seat.

Obviously, he was kidnapped by him at the moment, but he can sleep so well. Sure enough, this child's world is always so ignorant of the world.

Reaching out to pick up Ling Yichen and get off, he found that his legs were not convenient at all. He also needed assistant and bodyguard to help him get on the wheelchair.

Mu Ting gives up the idea of taking Ling Yichen out of the car, gets out of the car and sits in a wheelchair, and orders the bodyguard behind him to take Ling Yichen to the villa room.

Ling Yichen woke up at night.

He rubbed his bleary eyes, turned his head from the bed and sat up, looking at the strange things in front of him. Then he remembered that he was taken away by the bad uncle, not in his own home.

From the bed, Ling Yichen unscrewed the door to reveal a crack and drilled a small head.

This villa is very big, but the color is very cold and the home is simple.

There was no one in the corridor on the second floor.

Ling Yichen goes out of the room and prepares to go downstairs.

I heard the intermittent piano sound in the piano room on the second floor.

The piano sounds very sad.

Ling Yichen could not help but walk to the piano room step by step.

Turn the door handle and the door will open.

In his wheelchair, Mu Ting is sitting in front of the piano and playing the wedding in the dream.

At the end of the song, Mu Ting raised his finger and looked sideways towards the door.

Ling Yichen stood there, blinking round eyes.

"Come here, boy." Mu Ting waved to him.

Ling Yichen went over step by step and stopped beside him. "You don't play very well."

Mu Ting chuckled. The music he played was ridiculed by a four-year-old.

"Aren't you learning the piano, too? Why don't you play one for me? "

Mu Ting takes Ling Yichen to the stool in front of the piano and sits down.

Ling Yichen confidently held out his small hand and put it on the black-and-white keys. "It's the same tune. I must be better than uncle villain in playing it. If you don't believe me, listen to it yourself."

"Well, I'm all ears."

Mu Ting nodded and listened to Ling Yichen.

It is said that music has soul. The soul given by music comes from the meaning that the player wants to express.

The same music is obviously joyful and full of childishness and fun under Ling Yichen's performance.

Mu Ting listened to the whole song quietly.

Ling Yichen plays the last notes, then turns his head and stares at Mu ting. "Bad uncle, am I better than you?"

Mu Ting smiled and nodded, "yes, it's better than me. I feel inferior to myself."

"Uncle villain, you must be too melancholy. You need to be happy to play the piano well." Ling Yichen educates Mu Ting like a little adult. He doesn't regard him as a bad guy who has taken him away.

Ling Yichen still remembers that when he was kidnapped by a villain, he always tried to resist desperately to escape, but he always had a different feeling. In fact, the uncle in front of him was not very bad. Everything was superficial.

His heart is very lonely, need to accompany and warm.

Anyway, he has enough warmth. It's nothing to give him more.

"Oh, happy? How can I be happy? Maybe I can't be happy all my life without getting what I want. " Mu Ting looks out of the window and mumbles. There is a deep sadness on Junyi's face.

Gulu Gulu.

Ling Yichen's stomach heard a hungry rumble.

Mu Ting looked back at his stomach. "Hungry?"

Ling Yichen nodded with wide eyes. "Uncle villain, will you not give me food and tie it up for me and lock it in the dark room?"

"Why do you ask?" Mu Ting's brow is light, holding Ling Yichen's slightly shaking shoulder and asking.

"Because all the bad guys who kidnapped me are so kind to me, and Chen is so pitiful. He was kidnapped from childhood to now."

Ling Yichen shows a pair of tearful expressions in order to win Mu Ting's sympathy.

Obviously he succeeded. Mu Ting held out his hand and pinched his little face. "Don't worry, I won't do this to you. I'll make you eat, drink, sleep and raise you fat and white. But your father is too useless. From childhood to now, you are bound. How does he become such a father? "

"Hum, it's not you villains who want to catch Yichen every day. Do you think Yichen is cute and handsome, and envious of Yichen

Ling Yichen pouts his lips and asks Mu Ting back.

This question Mu Ting Leng Jun couldn't help but, "well, aren't you hungry? Let's go. I'll take you to dinner. "

Mu Ting wants to hold Ling Yichen, but it seems inconvenient.

"I can walk on my own, bad uncle. Why can't you walk on your legs? Have you seen a doctor?" Ling Yichen was very clever and refused to hold him.Originally, Mu Ting hated that anyone asked him what happened to his leg.

But when the child asked him, there was a warm current in his heart.

No one cared about him, but the child he had taken away cared about him.

"Look, but maybe it's better. Let's go. I'll take the special elevator. You can go down the stairs."

"Well, uncle villain, if you let me go, I will let my father find the best doctor in the world to treat you. Maybe you can walk like me." Lingyichen has not forgotten to worry about his two legs that can't walk.

"No, your father can find a doctor. I can do the same. Come downstairs."

Come downstairs, Ling Yichen sat on the table.

The kitchen has brought up the prepared dinner.

Mu Ting sits next to Ling Yichen and picks up chopsticks to put dishes in Ling Yichen's bowl.

"Bad uncle, I don't eat carrots."

Ling Yichen picks out Mu Ting's dish with chopsticks.

"Children can't be picky. Give it to me." Mu Ting got some more in his bowl.

He's not that talkative anymore, and he's very strict about that.

Although this is not his son, nor is it in his charge, he can't control his temperament.

Can think of, this is Ji Qianchen's son, he can't let him become so spoiled, later will only let Ji Qianchen more difficult education.

Mu Ting's fierce eyes are like an ice blade.

Ling Yichen was so scared that she had to pick up the chopsticks and eat the carrot in the bowl.

He ate it, though it was hard to swallow, though he was wronged.

People have to bow under the eaves.

Seeing Ling Yichen eating a bowl of rice and all the dishes he didn't eat, Mu Ting nodded with satisfaction.

"That's your mommy's good son. You're not allowed to pick up food. It's hard for your mommy to serve you, you know?"

"Oh, bad uncle, why do you keep talking about my mommy?"

"Because my uncle loves your mommy."

"But my mother has a father. Can you give up? "

"No, come on, you go back to the house and stay."

Mu Ting tries his best to control his mood, for fear that he will enrage him by saying something bad to the boy.