Mu Qingyu shook his head, and Xiaobao asked again: "Do you have the durian cake?"
Mu Qingyu continued to shake his head, and Xiaobao asked again: "Do you have the durian pancake?"
Mu Qingyu shook his head for the last time, and Xiaobao sighed: "We don't even have durians, how can we hold a banquet?"
"Xiaobao!" Luo Qingxue finally couldn't help yelling at her son. Not everyone likes the taste of durian. Naturally, such a thing would not be included in such a big banquet.
Mu Qingyu smiled: "There is no durian, but there are many delicious ones! Do you like fruits? Kiwi, strawberry, blueberry cheese are all good. If you don't like fruits, there is also toffee-flavored pudding, which is very sweet.
Or this chocolate mousse, which is sweet and slightly bitter, and has a rich taste."
Xiaobao frowned and thought for a while before finally deciding: "Then let's have chocolate mousse and matcha pudding!"
Mu Qingyu held him with one hand and was about to get him chocolate mousse and matcha pudding when a slender hand suddenly stretched out and silently helped her get these two desserts.
Mu Qingyu was stunned, and when he looked up, it was Leng Yunlin.
He pursed his lips into a straight line. His eyebrows were not wrinkled, but he seemed to be hiding something on his mind. The man's expression was still graceful and majestic, but she could tell that he was deep in his heart.
Tangled.
Is it because of that woman? It's not his brother, but the woman who has occupied his heart for five years. She actually understands and understands what this feeling feels like. She understands that at that time, her sister Mu Qingxi held hands with Shao Mo.
Chen's hand, the feeling when standing in front of her.
It's obviously a hot day, but why do I feel so cold, as if I'm soaking in the Arctic Ocean?
Feel the same.
Maybe, it's not because of love, or because of liking, but just because - she also feels the same way. Therefore, looking at Leng Yunlin's turbulent anger hidden under his calm expression at this moment, she actually feels a sympathy for him.
We really have sympathy for each other.
Although they are not Xiaobao's parents, at this moment, the two of them hugged Xiaobao in a tacit understanding and walked aside. The banquet venue naturally had a sofa. Mu Qingyu held Xiaobao and sat on the sofa. Leng Yunlin
They brought the dessert to him and watched the little one eating the sweetness one bite at a time. They even forgot that this was a social dinner, but just watched the little guy eating the cake in silence, with their thoughts flowing.
The two male and female protagonists at the center of the storm suddenly left and ran to eat cake with a little guy. Suddenly, the man and woman left by them felt a little stupid.
Yu Xing'er pulled at her hair, which was still handsome even though it was messy, and looked at the two silent people in confusion - plus the child in the middle.
Leng Yunlin and Leng Yunting are cousins, and they look alike, so there's no telling. As for Mu Qingyu, not only do they have similar names to Luo Qingxue, but they also look a bit similar, otherwise they wouldn't be cold.
Yunlin chose. Xiaobao sat among them, just like their biological son. These three people sat together without any sense of disharmony. Except for Xiaobao's hair color, they were just like a family.
He looked at Mu Qingyu, then at Luo Qingxue, and messed up his hair again: "Mu Qingyu, Luo Qingxue - Qingxue, are you sure your parents didn't give you a long-lost baby?"