My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Thinking of this, Mu Yunhao couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for their wise and talented Second Young Master.

Lu Zijia looked at Mu Yunhao strangely for a while, always feeling that he wasn't telling the truth.

But she didn't want to continue to ask, after all, everyone has their own privacy, right?

After Lu Zijia got out of the car, he deliberately passed by his man, raised his hand and quickly touched the peerless face, tsk tsk, the hand was as good as ever.

Mu Tianyan, who was eaten tofu by his wife, slightly hooked at the corner of his mouth, calmly and obediently being eaten tofu.

Although Mu Tianyan can't see people, his acuity is not much worse than Lu Zijia's, so he can feel it when Lu Zijia is approaching.

However, he, who believed in his wife wholeheartedly, did not take precautions at all. Instead, he relaxed his whole body, and even cooperated with his wife to eat tofu.

In his opinion, whether he eats his wife's tofu or his wife eats his tofu, he earns it. If so, why not do it?

Not knowing what Lu Zijia was thinking of in Mu Tianyan's heart, after eating his own man's tofu in a good mood, he sneaked into the villa complex and quickly searched for the Zhong family's villa.

Bell's Villa.

Inside the living room.

"Mom, I want to go home."

Du Jingyuan sat on the sofa next to his mother, lowered his head and said weakly.

He has said this many times since Du Jingyuan was brought to Zhong's house, but Zhong Qingran rejected them all.

This time, of course, there is no exception.

"Little Yuan, I've been living with my mother these days. You have to be obedient, you know?"

Zhong Qingran's voice sounded loving, but she pushed her son's hands away, but she betrayed the real indifference in her heart.

How can such a mother truly love her child when she doesn't even allow her own son to be approached?

Du Jingyuan, who was pushed away, clasped his hands tightly together, and his small body was even more tensed, like a root, and there was a possibility of breaking it at any time.

"Mom, I really want to go home."

Du Jingyuan's voice was a bit crying, even with obvious grievances.

In the past, every time he came to his grandfather's house, he would feel very unhappy, because his grandparents and the others would speak ill of his father and his mother in front of him every time, so he didn't like coming to his grandparents' house.

This time he sneaked out of school. It was his mother who said he missed him and wanted to take him to play. Plus he really missed his mother, so he couldn't help but sneak out of school.

It's just that he didn't expect that the place where his mother said to take him to play was his grandparents' house.

Moreover, after his mother took him to his grandfather's house, he didn't play with him. He just brought him home and talked to his grandparents and the others, and didn't care about him at all.

Thinking of this, Du Jingyuan felt even more aggrieved. The original miss for his mother, I don't know when, completely disappeared.

"Oh, what home are you going home to? Your parents are divorced, and your mother lives here now. This is your mother's home and yours."

Mother Zhong, who was sitting in the main seat, heard Du Jingyuan's words, and suddenly said with some yin and yang, "But if you want to go back to Du's house, it's not impossible.

As long as you can get your mom and dad to remarry, you can go back wherever you want. "

As soon as Mother Zhong spoke, the ten-year-old Du Jingyuan didn't dare to speak any more. The hands that were clasped together were clenched tightly, because they were too hard, and they were a little white.