Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 1022

Early the next morning, they drove to Weng’s manor.

Wang Hui has recently recovered very well. Without someone to support, he can already walk in the yard for an hour.

Seeing Lin Xiaomi coming, excitedly ushered in the past.

"Is it hurt? It’s really scaring me! How is your child so troubled?" Wang Hui said, tears could not help but flow out.

She had a hard life and did not expect her daughter's life to be more bitter than her.

Mu Qingnan walked over with a paper towel: "Weng Lao said, you have to control your emotions, not to be excited."

"I am worried about my daughter."

"That can't be excited. Didn't you see it with your own eyes? She didn't suffer any injuries, hey, don't cry, his eyes are swollen, you cry and hurt, I saw sad."

"I know, Xiaomi is fine, I don't cry."

Lin Xiaomi took the hand of the cold Jun Lin, and stood in front of them, stunned and watched the pair of people who were more than a hundred years old in this openly flirting.

The cold Jun Lin is like an electric shock. He exaggerates his arms and legs and then slams into the legs of Lin Xiaomi: "God, there are people in the world who are more numb than you are cold, and I am not a bird... ..."

The little guy said this loudly, and everyone in the room was very stunned.

Lin Xiaomi raised his hand and gave him a burst of excitement: "I don't want to talk nonsense!" When she and cold Xiaohuang were numb!

Oh, they are true feelings.

"You beat me again, the exam failed, and they were all stupid."

"I think it is necessary to change your name to you, called Leng Lai!"

"Humph!"

Wang Hui was embarrassed by the words of his grandson. He pushed Mu Qingnan’s chest, but did not push him away.

"Children are here, don't be fooled!"

Mu Qingnan did not put anyone in his eyes. He always had a cold personality. Except for Wang Hui, he did not care about the life and death of anyone here.

It was also after the pain of almost losing her lover that he understood what was most important to himself.

Now completely decentralized, no longer converge on their own emotions, enjoy the love of the sunset.

"Where are we messing around, isn't that the usual?"

Wang Hui was a little embarrassed, but all the eyebrows could not hide his smile.

The shy look looks like a girl who tastes first taste.

In the past, she was only passively with Mu Qingnan. But now, they have business and quantity. Mu Qingnan has moved her to her.

They have lived for nearly three decades, and she really feels happy.

"Grandma, I didn't expect you to be such a grandmother, hehe~~" Cold Junlin made another electric shock, and it was really a bird.

Wang Hui smiled and dragged the little guy into his arms.

"Jun Lin is sincere, remember the grandmother."

Cold Jun is somewhat speechless. He is the most invincible in the universe. How can he not even remember his grandmother?

A section of Shizi Road in the yard was filled with a sound of wheels passing by.

Lin Xiaomi looked up and saw Mu Linyun pushing Mu Linfeng in a wheelchair.

Lin Xiaomi’s line of sight fell on a trouser tube in Mullin’s empty air.

"Sister! I want to die of you, this is your son? Come, come over, call Xiaoxi."

Lin Xiaomi was still a bit awkward. She didn't know how to face them. Mu Linfeng directly crossed the most embarrassing dialogue in the middle. The enthusiasm was that there was never any contradiction between them, and they never separated.

Leng Jun Lin held his arms and looked up at him. The look of pride and coldness was like a cold copy.

Mu Lin snorted and turned his head and Mu Linyun whispered: "This unpleasant look is exactly the same as his nasty dad."

Say, take a pistol from the arms that can be made of pure gold controlled by two fingers, and shoot at a sycamore tree next to it.

Very slight sound, the leaves fell, and the birds on the book fluttered away.

Not far from the voice of Weng’s old anger: "Which stunned my bird!"

Mu Linfeng quickly narrowed his neck and lowered his sense of existence.

Wang Huibai gave him a look: "Don't be fooled! I thought this is your own home."

Mu Linfeng greeted the cold princess with a small pistol in his hand: "Do you want it?"

The cold Jun Lin looked at the golden pistol and slammed his mouth: "Little!"

"Ha ha ha, hehe ~ ~" Mu Linfeng patted his thighs, laughing and happy.

Who can think of it, the baby son of the grandfather of the cold, is actually a small fan.

Leng Yuhuang couldn’t stand it anymore. She took Lin Mi’s shoulder and whispered in her ear: “Who is this financial fan like?”

Lin Xiaomi feels that she doesn't care about money at all, pointing to the cold and swearing: "I see money as dung, it must be like you!"

Leng Yuhuang: "..."

"This is a big brother, come, call Daxie." Mu Linfeng pointed to Mu Linyun Road behind him.

Leng Junlin played with a small pistol and took a look at Mu Linyun. He looked at him and asked him what he had to meet.

Mu Linyun smiled and took out a stack of cash red envelopes directly. The thick stack of them, the cold look of the two eyes.

Mu Linfeng thighs a shot, dissatisfied: "Brother, you see this ceremony is too simple and rude!"

"Hey!" I thought that the cold Jun will definitely rush to the pro-Mu Linyun, who knows, this little guy turned and wanted to run.

That clearly is not willing to give face.

Lin Xiaomi grabbed him and watched him run with a gun in his hand. She was frightened and warned: "Jun Lin, this thing is too dangerous, can I help you with it?"

Leng Jun suddenly put his hand behind his back.

"Sister, don't worry, that's a toy gun, it can't hurt people."

Lin Xiaomi was relieved, holding the shoulder of the cold Jun, pointing to Mu Linyun: "Not yet called."

Leng Junlin made a face to Mu Linyun, and laughed and ran away.

"This child..." Lin Xiaomi was a bit surprised. How cold the Junjun hated Mu Linyun, and it was a bit embarrassing.

The cold-blooded model is like this: "The child is still small and spoiled by me, don't be surprised."

Mu Linyun looked at him like a smile: "It doesn't matter."

Lin Xiaomi did not see the sword between the two men, her attention was on Mu Linfeng's body.

Broken a leg, but still laughed so heartless, for her, there is no way to see.

Lin Xiaomi squatted in front of him, his little hand gently licking on his lap: "It will be fine in the future."

Mu Linfeng didn't care about it: "It's okay, now the technology is so developed, the prosthetic brother gave me the prosthesis, I tried it, the workmanship is excellent, it is very suitable, the trousers are covered, no one can see it, I am a disabled person."

Mu Linfeng said that he had no heart and no care.

But Lin Xiaomi’s heart was awkward.

How could someone really care?

Originally thought that the most embarrassing meeting occasion, because there is Mu Linfeng, everyone directly skipped that link, all tacitly forgotten everything that was once, and now is a warm family.

Before the cold Jun Lin was cold, he sneaked into his face: "Dad, hey, I just performed well?"