C8

After signing the "indenture contract", Mu Huainan had truly become my nominal "father" …

I sneered in my heart. Of course he had to treat this contract seriously. This contract might bring him tens of billions of benefits in the future.

After keeping the contract, Mu Huainan looked at me like a parent, but he was instructing on how to be a babysitter.

I was depressed, so naturally, I couldn't show him any good side.

Mu Huainan did not force it, he stood up and left me a message before going upstairs.

"Your room. The first floor."

I sat in the living room in a daze, too many things had happened in the past few days, making my head hurt. The death of my parents, the sudden death of Mu Huainan, and the entrance of Mu Huainan, I couldn't help but connect the two events together. Recalling everything that happened at the funeral and helping me with some ideas: Uncle Pan, who reported Mu Huainan's name, everything seemed to be a coincidence, but it also seemed like it was planned long ago.

I suddenly felt that I was laughable. Initially, I thought that I was the one in control of everything but in reality, what I was doing was just a trap dug by someone else.

The older the ginger, the spicier the ginger.

With an excruciating headache, I sighed and carried my schoolbag into my room. One could well imagine what kind of decorations there were, and it was definitely still Mu Huainan's style.

However, when I opened the door, I was stunned.

It's exactly the same as my bedroom at home! Shocked, I slowly made my way in and saw the Donald Duck on the sheet. It was the one my dad had wrapped up for my birthday on my tenth birthday, the one my boss had given me.

And the tables, the chairs, the comic books in the bookcases, the dolls and dresses in the closets, all so familiar, so familiar.

Memories came back to me as I sat by the bed, stroking the familiar softness of the sheets, and finally shed tears.

Hot tears fell on Donald Duck's face, blurring my vision.

Time seems to go back many years, that year I was not sent abroad, every day carefree as a happy little princess. Until I left home at the age of ten, I had never experienced this intimacy again.

This feeling of peace and stability was something only his home could give him.

I closed my eyes and lay on the bed, holding my rabbit doll, and before I fell asleep, I was happy for a moment because I really thought I was home.

I don't know how long I slept, but I couldn't remember what I dreamt. When I rubbed my eyes, I found myself covered with a blanket.

Strange, did I take the blanket out before I fell asleep, I can't remember.

His stomach growled as he looked out at the dark sky. It was probably late at night, so he decided to go back to bed. Even if he got hungry, he wouldn't be able to order take-out food or eat anything else.

Closing his eyes, his head was filled with his usual favorite burger. French fries. Fried chicken...

This time, the sound of his stomach growling became even louder. Unable to bear it any longer, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen to find something to eat. I wasn't familiar with the layout of the house, so I could only grope around a bit.

Strangely, the villa was still brightly lit at night. There was no one busily working on the first floor, so the lights were on all the time. Rich people like them were truly wasting the country's resources.

Oh yes, I used to.

After circling around to the kitchen, I swallow and hopefully open the refrigerator, but I'm so disappointed that there's nothing to eat in there. There was only lettuce, raw meat, and various spices …

And they were all bought by me and Mu Huainan that day.

I sighed. My stomach was growling even more. Although it was late at night, I thought that I might get a midnight snack to sell. I rekindled my hope and took out my cell phone to order a takeaway.

There was actually a business! I couldn't suppress my excitement. I ordered a hamburger and found out when I placed the order that my bank card had been frozen.

All I have left is the three dollars I found early yesterday morning.

I was slumped on the couch in the living room, and now I feel like I'm eating anything I see. The remote was like hot fried chicken, and I couldn't help biting my teeth.

I'm going to go crazy with hunger at this rate.

No way, no way. I have to find a way. His gaze unconsciously fixed itself on the bedroom on the second floor.

Go and find Mu Huainan for some money, he wants to be my guardian, so of course he'll be in charge of my food. Thinking this way, I got up and went upstairs. On the second floor was Mu Huainan's study and bedroom, as well as a large hall covered with blankets, which displayed the art of sculpture that I didn't understand.

It seems like a waste of space to me.

There was a light on in the study, and the door was ajar. When I got to the door quietly, I found that Mu Huainan was still working.

The room was lit up by the bright white light of the lamp. There were countless documents in front of him, so he just laid on the table and worked. He kept frowning and never raised his head.

I suddenly felt that he was very lonely.

The empty home, the thin heart, he has the worldwide envy of wealth status, but still can only rely on the rest of the work, to paralyze his lonely heart.

Or maybe I think too much, adolescent girl, always think of others as their own hypocrisy.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard a male voice from inside.

"Come in."

Did he notice me peeking at him at the door? Having been exposed, I couldn't help but blush. Lowering my head, I walked in and stood in front of the desk.

After Mu Huainan finished reading the last page, he slowly raised his eyes. Perhaps it was because of the dark curtain of the night, which made his eyes look obscure and deep in comprehension.

"Uncle Huainan." I cried hoarsely.

He rubbed his forehead, but still asked, "Call me what?"

I don't understand why he cares so much about that name. Uncle and godfather are of the same generation anyway, or is this guy a pedophile? You like the little girl to call him daddy?

What a mess. I shook my head and stopped thinking. My voice was soft, like a cat's. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "Godfather."

Mu Huainan was satisfied, and nodded his head lightly.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

I stared at him with a pair of watery eyes. I tried to use my most powerful method as a young girl to gain sympathy … My dad used to be the most into this.

Mu Huainan looked at me and couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips. There was a trace of a smile on his face, but that smile was very shallow, and passed in the blink of an eye.

"In the fridge …"

"I've seen it." I interrupted him. "They're all raw food ingredients. I don't know how to cook." My stomach started rumbling again, and I couldn't help but walk around the desk to Mu Huainan's side, directly pulling his sleeves and begging, "Let's order a takeout, okay?"

"It's not clean." Mu Huainan stood up, and just like every parent who asked their child to reject trash food, he mercilessly rejected me.

My heart instantly went cold.

"And he said he was my guardian! If you starve me to death, who are you going to guard? " I lost my temper and followed Mu Huainan out.

"Humph!" You just want to starve me to death! And then the contracts that took effect after the age of eighteen were all useless, right? Mu Huainan, you are truly despicable! "

That was the first time I shouted at Mu Huainan. When the anger in my heart was completely vented, I regretted it.

With a pale face, I stood in the middle of the stairs and watched as Mu Huainan walked down, turned around, and disappeared from my line of sight.

From start to finish, he did not turn back, and was as cold and indifferent as a stranger.

But I think he's more ruthless than a stranger.

My disappointing tears came again, my heart is like filled with grievance water, do not allow to touch, a light touch, will overflow.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and ran back to my room with an uncomfortable trot, stuffing my head into my pillow and crying quietly.

I just want to cry. I want to cry until I die. It's good to be dead, not so much to worry about, not so much responsibility and pressure to bear. I wish I could die now.

However, if I die, I won't be able to find out who framed my parents. I won't be able to take back the company and let the bad guys get away with it.

I gritted my teeth and cried even harder.

Suddenly, someone knocked on my door. I know it can only be Mu Huainan, but I don't want to bother with him. His head peeking out from the pillow, just in time to see Mu Huainan walking in with a bowl in his hand.

The entire room was filled with fragrance.

A bowl of beef noodle soup. It looked simple, without the green color of chili peppers and water. I swallowed my saliva, and then I saw Mu Huainan put the noodle on the table and ask me.

"Come down and eat."

Before I could dry my tears, I threw myself at the bowl of noodles, which I finished in a few minutes.

It's the best beef noodle I've ever had. Probably because I feel a little homey.

After eating my fill, I burped loudly. When I turned around, I saw that Mu Huainan had been standing behind me the whole time, blushing a little.

"Thank you." I took the bowl, bowed my head, and ran out.

The bottom of the stairs was facing the kitchen. When I was washing the dishes, I saw Mu Huainan going up the stairs, he was wearing a grey, round-necked sweater, which perfectly modified his stiff body, and his protruding pectoral muscles could be seen faintly on his chest. Nothing could cover up his charm.

Probably, there were no girls who could resist the temptation of Mu Huainan.

He makes you hate him, hate him, but you can't leave him.