For more than five years, Murong Zixuan, who had gone through this period alone, spent not a day without the advice of others.
Advise him not to wait for an impossible person to come back, and advise him not to fight with Xia Yifeng for a dead person.
Even the second uncle, who only drank flower wine, had a serious talk with Murong Zixuan.
The only important point was that he was already the pillar of the Murong family and could not continue to be willful.
But Mu Yan, when he was really about to give up, appeared in his sight again, telling him with a smile that she was back and that she needed his help.
Murong Zixuan didn't know whether this was good news for him.
Because she needed him, she took the initiative to return to him because she needed him.
However, if she no longer needs him, will she leave here again and play the game of chasing me with Xia Yifeng?
"Yan'er."
He called Mu Yan's name with a trembling voice, and his right hand slowly brushed Mu Yan's cheek.
Murong Zixuan's eyes flashed with uncontrollable painful emotions.
"I love you.
Let go of everything and don't go anywhere.
Just stay by my side, okay?"
Standing there stiffly, Mu Yan did not expect that Murong Zixuan would actually say such words to her.
But these three words "I love you" made Mu Yan, who had always thought they were extremely vulgar, really unable to refuse them.
Because she clearly understood everything Murong Zixuan did to her.
From the initial naivety to the current maturity, from when Murong Zixuan gnawed on the chicken drumstick in his hand when they first met, now he is already the world-famous richest man.
Mu Yan watched him change bit by bit, feeling an indescribable emotion in his heart.
She didn't know if that emotion was the so-called love, but she understood that Murong Zixuan's efforts made her feel distressed.
Taking a step forward, Mu Yan slowly put his hands around Murong Zixuan's shoulders.
Then she hugged his body tightly.
Feeling Murong Zixuan's trembling, Mu Yan murmured to himself: "After I kill him, I will give you everything I have."
"Is this a charity?"
He smiled bitterly and hugged Mu Yan hard in his arms.
Murong Zixuan said feebly: "Yan'er, I don't want the love you give me."
"Idiot."
Mu Yan laughed helplessly.
Feeling Murong Zixuan's childish temper, he asked softly, "You have known me for so long, but have you ever seen me give even a single ounce of charity to people I don't care about?
Don’t think too much, because I understand your heart.”
A smile slowly appeared on the gloomy face, and he stood up straight.
Murong Zixuan looked at Mu Yan with burning eyes, unable to hide his joy.
The happy smile on the corner of Murong Zixuan's mouth made Mu Yan's heart relax.
A few points.
Standing side by side under the willow tree and chatting, Mu Yan, after asking Murong Zixuan about the martial arts conference, secretly considered whether he should attend it as the master of the Piaomiao Palace.
According to Murong Zixuan's words, the Zuixian Pavilion that no one dares to provoke now must belong to Xia Yifeng.
Instead of being a good prince, he keeps getting involved in the affairs of the world.
Why?
The day passed quickly in a busy manner.
Mu Yan, who asked Murong Zixuan to go back first, took Xi'er and Heng'er with him and walked slowly in the busy night market.
Watching the two little guys running around me with smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to eat this and buy that.
Mu Yan, who rarely relaxed for a moment, was completely immersed in a harmonious atmosphere.
But the two children noticed something that Mu Yan didn't notice.
Walking hand in hand in front of Mu Yan, Mu Moheng, who had been looking around, suddenly trembled, then gently shook Mu Moxi's hand, and whispered: "Sister, look, who is that?"
Following Mu Moheng's line of sight, in a remote place on the corner of the street, a man was sitting drinking alone.
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And that man's face was something they had never forgotten.
"Ah, Xia Jianjian" Recalling that this man once made Mu Yan furious with them, the name Mu Moxi blurted out clearly expressed Xia Yifeng's status and image in their minds.
Looking at each other and smiling, the two lowered their heads and quietly planned things that Mu Yan didn't know about.
After a while, Mu Moheng quickly ran to Mu Yan's side, then tugged on Mu Yan's sleeve and said flatteringly: "Mom, um, um, Heng'er wants the candy man made by that uncle."
He looked sideways at an elderly man on the street, sitting in the middle of a busy crowd, skillfully making candy figures of different shapes.
His exquisite craftsmanship has attracted many other children to watch.
With a slight smile, Mu Yan nodded, then looked at Heng'er and Xi'er who were holding hands, took Heng'er's wrist, and walked slowly over there.
And in an instant, Xi'er left Mu Yan's side at a trot and ran towards the direction just now.
Standing in the crowded crowd, Mu Yan waited patiently in line.
He lowered his head and wanted to say a few words to his son and daughter, but found that there was only a little Maotou left beside him, and Xi'er had disappeared.
"Heng'er."
Mu Yan knelt down nervously and met Mu Moheng's eyes with sharp eyes.
"Where is your sister?"
"Don't worry, mom, sister will be back soon."
Hugging Mu Yan's neck, Mu Moheng kissed the side of Mu Yan's face affectionately, comforting Mu Yan's uneasy mood.
"Sister went to make money."
"Make Money" looked at Mu Moheng with confusion.
Mu Yan didn't understand the meaning in his arms.
And just a moment later, Mu Yan completely understood the plan of these two brats.
The familiar scream made Mu Yan look with murderous intent.
She stared blankly at Xi'er who was caught, holding a jade pendant in her hand, and the person who caught her was Xia Yifeng Mu Yan slapped himself on the forehead with an annoyed hand.
Mu Yan blamed himself for being careless and not noticing the existence of the man, let alone the tricks of the two children.
"Mu Moheng, just wait to be beaten when you go back."
Lowering his head, Mu Yan said fiercely to Mu Moheng.
Then he pulled him and strode over there.
Mu Moxi, whose wrist was held by Xia Yifeng, kicked Xia Yifeng's legs with her calves.
He kept imitating Mu Yan's name for Xia Yifeng and said, "Let me go, you bitch."
Looking at the little girl who was getting angry, Xia Yifeng couldn't figure out where on earth he had offended her.
His majestic Prince Xia probably doesn't have time to argue with such a child.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Panting, Mu Yan ran to Xia Yifeng's side.
Mu Yan glared at Mu Moxi calmly, then nodded and bowed to Xia Yifeng.
"This is my daughter.
I wonder if this gentleman can be kind enough to spare the child.
I will definitely discipline her strictly and won't let her run around again
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