After washing and eating breakfast, Mu Qinghuan went to work as usual.
Just think of returning to Mu's home in the evening, Mu Qinghuan's mood is not so good.
Such irritability has been continued to work in the evening, and Ji Chenyuan small star together to Mu home, there is no improvement.
"Mommy, what's the matter with you?"
Small star keenly aware of Mu Qinghuan's face is not good, very unhappy appearance.
The little guy was on the alert for fear that they would quarrel again.
Mu Qinghuan shook his head and said, "nothing. I just want to see your grandfather. I feel a little agitated."
"I don't like grandfather." Small star hears speech to be relieved, but immediately small eyebrow also frowned.
"Why?" Mu Qinghuan looks at his son Bai Nen's delicate face, and his bad mood gets better.
Xiaoxing looked up and said, "they bullied Mommy. I know that. Otherwise, mummy would not have been abroad for so many years. My grandfather never contacted mummy, and she didn't live with them when she returned home."
Mu Qinghuan was stunned. Although she had never concealed her boredom for the Mu family in front of her son, she did not specially tell a child what kind of gratitude and resentment.
But although the little star does not know anything, it still knows a lot of details.
He's only three years old, and I don't know who he's following.
Mu Qinghuan subconsciously looked at one side of the Ji Chenyuan.
Man's eyes have been following her, Mu Qinghuan raised her eyes, and the man's line of sight collided together.
Mu Qinghuan hurriedly seems to have nothing to see the same, shifted the line of sight.
But suddenly she was stiff.
Ji Chen Yuan unexpectedly so unscrupulous ground holds her hand.
The heart beat like a drum is uncontrollable. Mu Qinghuan wants to retract his hand, but Ji Chenyuan is holding it more tightly.
Mu Qinghuan simply can't earn, can only let Ji Chenyuan lead so.
She was afraid of struggling too much. Xiaoxing noticed that it was time to snigger again. She was more unlikely to struggle in front of her son.
Mu Qinghuan is helpless.
Fortunately, the ancestral home of the Bai family is not far from here.
Bai family ancestral home is also an antique manor, pavilions, nine turn corridor.
The decoration is full of low-key luxury.
When she was a child, Mu Qinghuan often came to live with her mother, and was familiar with the plants and trees here.
But now the owner of this manor is mu ningyue.
Standing at the door, Mu Qinghuan sees that the signs of the White House at the door have been changed into mu. The hatred that was suppressed in his heart could not be controlled but flowed out.
As soon as the tip of my nose was sour, tears almost fell down.
How to restrain the repression again? How can she restrain herself when she sees the ancestral house of Bai family falling into his hand and stepping into it again.
Ji Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and tightly held Mu Qinghuan's hand, "will take it back."
Ji Chenyuan's voice was low and quiet.
It's just telling an established fact.
It's full of eroding tyranny.
Mu Qinghuan looks up at Ji Chen Yuan with tears in his eyes and nods.
Xiaoxing called out anxiously, "Daddy? Mommy? Mommy, why are you crying
"It's nothing. Mummy is missing her grandfather."
Mu Qinghuan rubbed his son's head.
Three people walk into Bai family ancestral home together.
The servant saw three people at a glance and quickly and respectfully led them in.
Mu Qinghuan walked through the courtyard, where she was familiar with every place. Now, the potted plants originally planted by grandfather in the yard are no longer there.
Mu Qinghuan does not want to tighten his fist, but clenched the hand of Ji Chenyuan.