The secretary quickly got out of the car and opened the door.
"Come." He reached out to hold her little hand, and Mu Ziluo looked at her tenderly.
As soon as her feet left the car door, Mu Ziluo quickly bent down and picked her up.
"I can do it myself..." Wu Bingxuan struggled slightly.
"Your foot injury hasn't healed yet." Mu Ziluo said calmly, picking her up and walking to the palace without refusal.
"Mu Ziluo." Wu Bingxuan frowned dissatisfied, "You are so overbearing."
"I care about you."
Staring at her cheek lovingly, Mu Ziluo placed her on the sofa in the royal hall, not caring about her anger at all.
"I hate the idea of caring about others, but actually controlling others by any means necessary." Wu Bingxuan said coldly with anger burning in his eyes.
Didn't that man use the excuse of "caring about her" to control her?
Mu Ziluo, who finally realized something was wrong, felt nervous. He knelt down in front of her and whispered in a low voice: "It won't happen again. I promise."
Biting his lower lip lightly, Wu Bingxuan frowned, and after a long time he said, "Forget it."
She was on his territory now and had to restrain herself in everything.
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll do it."
"Hey. Who do I think is back? It turns out to be my son who is homeless all year round."
A clear, melodious and sweet voice interrupted his words, and the visitor stood aside with his hands folded on his chest, staring at him coldly.
Wu Bingxuan looked up at the person who came. She had a standard classical oval face, long soft black hair spread over her round shoulders, and a colorful long skirt that extended to her ankles. It flowed with the brisk pace and was just the right decoration.
Showing off her proud figure.
"Damn it." Mu Zi cursed in a low voice and looked angrily at the "old woman" in front of him who he did not dare to complain about.
"You cursed me? I knew I gave birth to a heartless thing." The woman pretended to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stretched out her small white hands and spread them in front of him, "Where is my gift?"
"No." Mu Ziluo interrupted her directly, turned around and picked up Wu Bingxuan on the sofa, and said coldly: "Old woman, go take care of daddy when you have time."
"You called me an old woman?" the woman screamed in horror, "I'm your mommy."
"My misfortune." Mu Ziluo said coldly, and walked toward the back hall with Wu Bingxuan in his arms.
"Wait a minute." Mu Yalin blocked his way with her hands in front of him, raised her chin and asked, "Who is she? You haven't introduced her yet."
Mu Yalin looked at her lightly in his arms, her black hair falling beautifully to her ears, and the golden sunlight shone on her face, which made her look so shy and pitiful, with her beautiful eyes.
There is a soft charm in the shimmering brilliance, the white snow on the skin, and the pink cheeks are tender and charming.
She is beautiful.
It's also very cold.
The beauty is bewildering.
It's so cold that it makes people wary.
Mu Yalin frowned slightly.
"Wu Bingxuan." Looking at her in his arms, and then at Mu Yalin in front of him, Mu Ziluo said lightly, "This is my mommy."
A stiff smile appeared on the corner of his lips, Wu Bingxuan smiled and said: "Hello, aunt."
Wu Bingxuan struggled to hold on to a smile and looked at her in front of her.
Her gaze was too direct and strange, as if he wanted to see through her, making her feel uneasy.
"Your smile is so fake."
The air condensed instantly, and Mu Ziluo almost glared at the woman who ruined the atmosphere, "It would be nice if she smiled at you."