Master's Beautiful And Confident Wife

Chapter 162

For a moment, his eyes were so hot that he almost burst into tears.

Mu Shinian seemed to hear the choking in his words, and his smile gradually covered up: "housekeeper, in short, thank you."

Be so kind to me and care about me so much.

The phone was suddenly cut off.

The housekeeper covered his cell phone and looked around painfully.

As a result, in the house, at the entrance of the stairs, thin and shallow didn't know when to stand at the entrance of the stairs. He slightly lowered his head, his hair covered his eyes and couldn't distinguish his emotions.

But the housekeeper felt a faint sadness enveloping him.

"Young master..." the housekeeper said hoarsely.

Thin and shallow hands on the railing, slender fingers and distinct joints, he bowed his head and looked at the fatter and fatter tiger.

After a while, his lips were hooked and he said to himself, "even if I have a dog, I have more heart than her, right?"

The white haired tiger didn't know if he understood. He gave a cry and rubbed his feet.

Thin lips, the silence in his eyes gradually turned into madness.

With a cold hum, he suddenly went downstairs and told the housekeeper, "move her luggage."

After the account, he went out.

Just like not long ago, he went out to play when he was interested. It doesn't matter what he played. He can play alone... Anyway, he imagined how to live in the future a long time ago.

So he didn't get used to it.

Not at all.

The housekeeper said, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything. Just looking at his background, he felt very distressed.

……

Mu Shinian is the same as usual.

When grandma woke up, she sat by the bed and talked with her. When grandma slept, she moved her clothes to the bottom of the sun, or cleaned the room and wiped the floor. When grandma almost woke up, she took out a book and pretended to read it.

Grandma sat by the bed and looked at her in silence.

Mu Shinian was biting his pen and thinking hard about the answer to a question. She noticed grandma's eyes. She turned her head and bent her eyebrows at her: "grandma, what's the matter?"

Grandma looked at her silently and suddenly smiled: "I told you how many times, don't bite the pen, it's dirty."

"Ah, I'm used to it." Mu Shimian mumbled, took down his pen and collapsed on the sofa with a headache: "the problem is too difficult."

It's perfect.

If Mu Shinian goes to be an actor, he may find a way out.

If others look at it, they must feel that mu Shinian is no different from the past. However, grandma is the person who knows her best in the world. How can she not know her mood.

Grandma sighed, depressed and helpless.

Mu Shinian blinked: "grandma, are you hungry?"

"Come here."

Grandma waved to her.

Mu Shinian obediently moved a chair and sat in front of her, half a head shorter than the sitting grandmother.

Grandma can touch her hairy head as soon as she raises her hand.

She sighed, her voice was helpless: "can you blame grandma?"

"No." Mu Shinian answered without thinking.

"Really not?" Grandma looked at her indefinitely.

Mu Shimian nodded frankly: "well, no, in this world, only grandma will really care about me."

Therefore, if leaving Bo's house can reassure grandma, she will follow her words.

Grandma patted her head painfully. The afternoon sun shone in from the window. Behind her was a piece of green trees. The light was shining in the house.