Mu Yihan glanced at the two of them, shook his head speechlessly, and then walked towards Mu Jinyuan.

She squatted down next to him, reached out and rubbed his little head, "Xiao Yuan, what are you thinking about just sitting here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, kid Mu Jinyuan slowly turned his head, looking over with tears in his eyes, seemingly aggrieved but stubbornly refusing to let it fall, "Did Xiao Yuanyuan pick it up?"

Biting his lip in grievance, the kid Mu Jinyuan looked at him pitifully, which instantly softened the heart of a seven-foot man.

Holding the little guy in his arms distressedly, Mu Yihan smiled softly, "Xiao Yuan is talking nonsense again."

"Otherwise, then why don't I have a mother? And why doesn't my father like me?" He argued unconvincedly. The little guy touched his eyes and pouted his lips stubbornly.

Hearing this, Huo Zhiyue felt uncomfortable in her heart. She quickly stepped forward to pick up the little guy and sat down on the sofa. "How could that be? Grandma said that daddy is the most precious baby in the world."

Looking at grandma's serious expression, kid Mu Jinyuan was doubtful, "Really?"

"real!"

This sentence is the ensemble of Huo Zhiyue, Mu Yichen and Mu Yihan.

Mu Yihan has very complicated feelings towards his children.

She was the only memory Hua Xin left for him. He indeed loved this child more than anyone else.

However, this child also always reminds him of the woman he once loved deeply, and he can never feel relieved when he sees this little face with her shadow.

Five years -

They all thought that time could heal the wounds in his heart.

But they all underestimated his feelings for Chu Huaxin. That kind of deep-seated love cannot be taken away by time.

"Then tell Xiao Yuan, who is Xiao Yuan's mother? What is her name?" Mu Jinyuan, a child, looked serious, "Since you all say that Xiao Yuan is your biological child, you should know Xiao Yuan's mother."

Hearing this, the three of them all sighed with a headache.

In the beginning, although the little guy would ask about his mother, he was not as insistent as he is now.

Occasionally they will ask, but if they don't tell, the little ones won't insist.

But now——

Especially this year, the little guy has been particularly persistent, thinking about how to learn about his mother from their mouths every day.

After repeated defeats and repeated defeats, his perseverance was completely inherited from his father.

"Why does Xiaoyuan want to know so much about her mother?" The children are growing up day by day, and they could still fool them before.

But now——

Children only become more sensible day by day. Not only can bluffing not solve the problem, but it may also cast a shadow on the child's psychology.

But if I tell the truth...

They were a little worried about Mu Yihan's feelings.

"Grandma, are you worried about Dad?" Her small palm touched Huo Zhiyue's frowned brow, "Grandma, frowning is not beautiful, this is what makes you beautiful." Looking at the brows that he smoothed, he gave her a big smile.

smile.

Huo Zhiyue raised her lips at the little baby's thoughtful gesture.

"Xiao Yuanyuan, I don't want to know." He slowly put down his arms. Mu Jinyuan looked sad and buried his head in Huo Zhiyue's arms, his little shoulders shaking.

This look makes everyone feel more distressed than before.

"Your mother is a wonderful person."

Mu Yichen couldn't stand the pitiful look of the little guy, so he raised his voice.

Hearing this, the fleshy body buried in Huo Zhiyue's arms moved, but still did not raise his head.
Chapter completed!