Urban Unlimited Choice System

After reading the first few chapters, Bai Huang vaguely knew that the hero of this book is A Huang, who is extremely autistic, and because of certain childhood experiences, he is unwilling to talk to anyone.

To put it bluntly, this is a complete autistic patient who has nothing to say at home, nothing to say at school, and nothing to say anywhere.

It was like this until the third year of high school at the age of eighteen, A Huang met a very beautiful girl, that girl was an extremely sunny person, she could do whatever she wanted more than anyone else in the world, and never seemed to be sad when.

Because of an accident, Ah Huang and that girl gradually became acquainted, and gradually turned into friends.

That girl never disliked the autistic A Huang, on the contrary, she was keen to help enlighten him, so that A Huang gradually became less autistic

At noon that day, Bai Huang had been lying on the sofa reading the novel written by Mu Qianlian. He didn't know that Mu Qianlian was the author until now, and he hid it quite deeply before.

Looking at the time, Mu Qianlian seems to have been writing this book a long time ago, at least much earlier than when Bai Huang appeared.

The reason why the male protagonist in the novel is called A Huang is purely accidental and has no special meaning.

Carefully savoring the various plots of the novel, by the time Bai Huang came back to his senses, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and he was so engrossed in the novel that he didn't do anything.

Good-looking, I have to say that the novel written by Mu Qianlian is really good-looking, better than any author Bai Huang has read before.

Before that, Bai Huang liked an author called 'Half Cup of Mango Milkshake', but when compared with Mu Qianlian, that half cup of mango milkshake was nothing more than a dish, and the writing style couldn't bear to look directly at it, it was too bad.

Only Mu Qianlian's works are called real novels, and they are called masterpieces that can cleanse the soul.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the villa, and Bai Huang could tell that it was Mu Qianlian and Mu Lin who had returned.

Putting the novel back to its original position, Bai Huang has already seen the end, the novel has only written the first half of the content, and the rest has not been written yet, only later can we know the story behind.

"Xiaohuang, we're back." Mr. Mu Lin happily walked in from the outside.

On the side, Mu Qianlian was carrying big and small bags of things, not knowing what they contained.

Sitting upright, Bai Huang pressed the water boiler to turn on. Mr. Mu Lin usually has the habit of drinking hot water at this time, so he helped to turn it on first.

Later, Mu Lin and Mu Qianlian each sat on the sofa, and Mu Qianlian placed several bags in front of Baihuang.

"These are the dinners we bought along the way. There are bird's nest porridge and so on. They taste very good. You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Mu Lin asked.

"No, I was reading a book today, and I just remembered that I forgot to eat." Bai Huang told the truth.

"Oh? Reading? It's really rare that you have such leisure and elegance." Mu Lin stroked his long beard.

However, when he learned that Bai Huang had been reading all day today, Mu Qianlian's expression was slightly disturbed.

It suddenly occurred to her that she seemed to have forgotten one thing when she went out in the morning, and that was not hiding her novel.

Looking at the novel on the table, Mu Qianlian came to a conclusion that Bai Huang had already read her novel!

Even though Bai Huang seemed to have put the novel back to its original position, there was an error of a few millimeters, and Mu Qianlian noticed this at a glance.

The thing she least wanted to be seen by Bai Huang was just seen like this

Standing up, Mu Qianlian took the novel on the table in her hand, and walked up to the second floor alone.

"Xiao Lian, don't you plan to eat some?" Mu Lin shouted.

However, Mu Qianlian seemed to be in a daze at the moment, as if she didn't hear her grandfather's shout, she still went straight upstairs.

"What is this girl thinking?" Mu Lin was puzzled.

"Grandpa, I didn't expect your granddaughter to have the habit of writing novels. The novel I read in the afternoon is the one written by her." Bai Huang said while eating dinner.

"Ah? What novel? When did my granddaughter write a novel? Why didn't I know." Mu Lin was dumbfounded, he really didn't know anything about it.

"It turns out that even you don't know." Bai Huang was also a little confused.

He thought that Mr. Mu Lin should know about it. After all, Mr. Mu Lin is Mu Qianlian's grandfather, so he shouldn't know about Mu Qianlian's novel writing.

From this point of view, if there is no miscalculation, then he is Mu Qianlian's first reader, and he can be regarded as the most loyal reader. He really wants to read the second half now.

"Ahem, don't look at me as Xiao Lian's grandfather, but that girl has always done things alone, and I don't know many things, but it doesn't matter, I'm still his grandfather." Mu Lin embarrassed .

Hey, now, Mu Lin feels that his image is gradually collapsing in Bai Huang's place. It's so embarrassing that he, an old man, doesn't know many things that even Bai Huang knows.

After a while, Mu Qianlian came down from the second floor. She had already put her novel back in her room, which was why she went upstairs before.

Sitting next to Baihuang, Mu Qianlian picked up a dumpling.

However, when picking up the first dumpling, Mu Qianlian didn't give it to herself, but handed it to Bai Huang beside her.

Mu Qianlian looked at Bai Huang's eyes at this moment, it was undoubtedly saying, open your mouth!

For some reason, Bai Huang always felt that Mu Qianlian suddenly became hostile towards him, so that he suddenly thought of a line from Pan Jinlian.

Dalang, it's time to take your medicine.

Thinking about it, of course Bai Huang would not take it seriously, he opened his mouth and ate the dumplings in front of him in one bite.

Seeing that Bai Huang was willing to cooperate with her, Mu Qianlian ate the dumplings. No one knew what her actions meant, and it felt like she was letting Bai Huang test the poison.

"Well, granddaughter, give me a dumpling too." Mu Lin stretched out the environmental protection bowl.

Picking up a dumpling, Mu Qianlian bit it down, the meaning was very simple, she just didn't want to give it.

With a forced smile, Mu Lin silently took back the environmental protection bowl, okay, treat them differently, only give it to Bai Huang, but don't give him this grandfather.

Good thing!

It's really a good thing!

Well, yes, it would be right to continue with this momentum. My granddaughter just wants to turn her elbows outward as much as possible. This is the most correct way forward.

As long as the two young people can make sparks, it doesn't matter if he, an old man, is isolated. Mu Lin still understands the truth of sacrificing one's life for righteousness.

All in all, Mu Lin is not only not sad now, but he is still secretly happy, not to mention how happy he is.

"I'll go to the room to sort out some documents, you two eat slowly." With that said, Mu Lin got up and left the hall, not to mention how crisply he left.

"Has the old man stopped eating? There are still many." Bai Huang said.

"No, I've already eaten outside, just eat more." Mu Lin replied.

As soon as Mr. Mu Lin left, Mu Qianlian put down the bowls and chopsticks, and just stared at Bai Huang!