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The old man was indeed biased towards Qingli …

Qingge lowered her eyes desolately and said in an extremely low voice, "Father, I understand. I will settle the matter of Qingli and Xi Muyao being injured."

Lu Jinghao nodded his head, "It's been hard on you, after the New Year, I will take you out for a good trip. You don't have to care about anything. "

Qingge smiled, and then forced out a small curve, "Thank you Dad, then I will go out first, you should rest early."

After seeing Lu Jinghao's nod of his head, Love Song stood up and opened the door, leaving the room.

He coincidentally bumped into Mu Ziyang at the second floor staircase. Mu Ziyang was holding onto the model plane and was about to go downstairs.

Qingge called out to him, "Yang Yang, where are you going?"

One of Mu Ziyang's foot was already on the stairs leading down, the other was on the second floor. Just like that, he maintained his distorted posture and turned towards Lu Qingge, while the voice of the boy rang out loud and clear, "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk."

Qingge nodded, looked at her son, and her expression softened a lot. She slowly walked over, and used her hands that were smeared with red nail polish to gently rub the thick top of Mu Ziyang's hair. Mu Ziyang's hair that was covered with red nail polish felt soft and itchy in Qingge's heart.

Her red lips slightly opened, and her voice was filled with a gentleness she had never heard before, "Let's go." Mother will cook your milk and drink it. "

Mu Ziyang opened his eyes wide, and his pupils were filled with joy. Raising his head, he looked at Qingge and said sweetly: "Thank you, mother!"

Qingge rubbed the top of his head hard, her hand sliding down the top of his head to scratch the tip of his nose, she said: "Brat, let's go!"

As Qingge held onto Mu Ziyang's hand for the first time, Mu Ziyang couldn't help but cover his mouth and snicker happily.

Mu Ziyang followed Qingge in and out of the kitchen as he watched Qingli enter the kitchen. The servant that came to help was about to rush out of the kitchen and take out a box of milk from the refrigerator. He poured the milk into the milk pot and turned on the gas stove.

Just as the milk was boiling, Qingli immediately took the small milk pot out of the fire and placed it on the side of the counter, waiting for it to cool down slowly.

"Mom, can we drink?" Mu Ziyang tiptoed to look at the milk in the small milk pot.

Qingge shook her head, and pulled him down, "Wait till it's cold, and when your hands are hot, you can drink again."

Mu Ziyang puckered his eyebrows and pouted his lips. With both hands on the counter, he looked up at Qingge and asked, "Mother, why not directly pack it and put it into the microwave oven? How fast is it? I'll be drinking milk soon! "

Qingge patted his little head, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Packing bags directly into the microwave can produce carcinogenic substances, which are unhealthy to the body. This hot milk not only kills all kinds of bacteria that lurk in the milk, but also denatures the protein, making it easier for you to digest and absorb it. "

"Oh!" Mu Ziyang still did not understand, but he nodded his head vigorously and asked impatiently: "Mom, can you drink now?"

Qingge touched the exterior wall of the milk pot, it was no longer scalding, she took out two glasses and poured the milk inside. The layer of cream on the milk wok was stuck to the inside of the wok.

Qingge carried the two glasses out of the kitchen and onto the dining table. She called Mu Ziyang to sit properly and then pushed the milk over to him.

Mu Ziyang raised the glass with both hands and drank in large gulps, he drank half of it in a single go, his upper lips were covered with white milk, his eyebrows arched and his eyes curved, he laughed: "Mom, it tastes really good!"

Qingge took out a tissue and lovingly wiped off the milk stains on his lips, "Drink slowly, no one is fighting with you for it."

Mu Ziyang rubbed the back of his hand against the ground where Qingge had passed by, laughed "hehe", and drank the remaining half cup of milk in one breath.

"Do you still want more?" Qingge pushed the milk that did not move in front of him to Mu Ziyang. Mu Ziyang was currently growing up, so the little boy tried his best to be more vigorous. Naturally, he ate a lot more food as well. Drink this too. "

Mu Ziyang tilted his head and looked at the untouched milk, then looked at Qingge and asked curiously: "Mother, why don't you drink it?"

"I don't drink. If you drink milk at night, I'm afraid of getting fat, but you're still growing and need more nutrition. "

"Oh!" Mu Ziyang earnestly nodded his head, he took the milk that Qingge passed to him, "Mom is the prettiest woman I have ever seen, Mom isn't fat at all."

Qingge's heart softened as she smiled gently.

Mu Ziyang had already drunk one cup, so he was not as impatient to finish the second cup. After taking a big gulp, Mu Ziyang held the glass with both hands and raised his head to look at Qingge who was seated opposite him. He lowered his head once again and stared fixedly at the milk in the glass, saying in a low voice: "Mom, I really like little brother."

Hearing that, Lu Qingge frowned, a nameless fire burning in her heart. After Bo grew up, he would have to compete with Mu Ziyang for his family's property. This Mu Ziyang likes his little brother. In the future, he would be merciful and give up his family property, not fighting over it anymore.

Lu Qingge was just about to ask him, did you forget what Grandfather and the others thought of you the last time you made his little brother cry?

Suddenly, Mu Ziyang continued: "Ever since I have a little brother, mother has smiled at me much, and her words are much gentler. I love to see my mother smile at me. "

All of Lu Qingge's defenses crumbled instantly. The thorn in his body that had stood up when he heard that Mu Ziyang liked bubo dropped to the ground.

His heart was in a mess, and his eyes were wet to the point of being a complete mess.

"Mu …" The moment Qingge opened her mouth, she discovered that her voice had a thick nasal tone, "Come, come over here."

Qingge waved Mu Ziyang over to his mother, asking him to come over.

Mu Ziyang put down the glass and slipped off the chair. He jogged around the long dining table and threw himself into Qingge's embrace. He raised his head, looking at Lu Qingge with innocent eyes. I won't make my mother angry anymore! "

Mu Ziyang raised his small hand in front of Lu Qingge, and muttered: "Mom, hit me."

Qingge could not hold it in any longer, no matter how strong a woman was, she would always leave the softest side for her child.

Her eyes were red and tears fell from her eyes. She embraced Mu Ziyang in her arms and silently cried.

Her love for Mu Ziyang was a love that could only be tolerated and strong. It wasn't that she didn't love his son, but she was used to showing her power in front of others. Mu Ziyang didn't have a father. Lu Qingge was both mother and father, and didn't want to spoil Mu Ziyang too much, afraid that he would become the kind of playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and study.

But this kind of Lu Qingge, in Mu Ziyang's eyes, still lacked the kindness and softness that a mother should have.

"Silly child!" Lu Qingge kissed the top of Mu Ziyang's hair and choked with sobs: "Mommy loves you! You're Mom's only son! It was a piece of meat that had fallen from her mother's body! Mother doesn't love you, who does she love? Everything I have is yours! Everything I do is for your future! "

"Mother," Mu Ziyang hugged Qingge with her small arms and patted her back lightly. Her voice that was infected by Lu Qingge also had a hint of a cry, "Mother, don't cry." Qingge rested her face against the top of Mu Ziyang's head, and her tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and into Mu Ziyang's thick black hair. "Mother didn't cry …"

What love is more important than kinship? From the moment we were born, our parents have been with us, watching us grow up, growing bigger and bigger, and the care and toil never dwindled or stopped.

Until the second before their parents passed away, they never let go of their worries for their children.

Lu Qingge wiped her tears. She wanted to hug Mu Ziyang, but Mu Ziyang had already grown up, how could she hug him? Lu Qingge got up and brought him back to his room. Only until he saw that was asleep on the bed did he hold the quilt for him and tiptoe over to the door, turned off the light, and closed the door.

The sky was covered by a thin layer of smoke, giving off a foggy feeling.

The sun, which had been asleep all night, began to wake up. In the distance, a rosy color appeared in the east. As the sun slowly rose, the city slowly woke up. Hanging in the sky, smeared with blood.

The sun was like an old man carrying a heavy burden, using a turtle's speed that was even faster than a snail, climbing up slowly and with much difficulty. He revealed his kind little smile, sending out tens of thousands of golden rays of light towards the world.

The city began to clamor. The people in the subway station and bus stop started to boil over.

Sunlight scattered on the ground, and the nearby glass of the tall building was illuminated by the sunlight, transforming it into a beautiful color.

Qingli woke up in such a beautiful morning. Her body flipped, but she was hindered.

Xi Muyao's arm was still wrapped around Qingli's waist, his legs holding onto Lu Qingli's legs in the middle.

The moment Lu Qingli moved, Xi Muyao woke up.

Xi Muyao slept against the light, and the sunlight shone through the curtains which he had forgotten to draw. Half of Lu Qingli's body was immersed in the morning sunlight.

Xi Muyao moved closer and gently kissed Lu Qingli's lips, like a dragonfly touching the water;

Lu Qingli looked at him bashfully, then went into Xi Muyao's embrace, suddenly blushing.

Morning broom is a normal biological phenomenon in men.

Xi Muyao selected. As if it was amused, it leaned onto Lu Qingli's body, and that thing just happened to press against Lu Qingli's lower abdomen.

One must know that Lu Qingli was still stuck between Xi Muyao's legs, unable to move his lower body. Being embarrassed like this caused all the blood in his body to flow backwards, making him unable to move an inch.

"You said you wouldn't touch me."