Chapter 12 (2/2)

Ningzhiyuan cold face, all ignore her.

Zhang Xiao didn't care about his attitude.

The outside world is indifferent to the rumors of Ning Zhiyuan.

Such a person, even if you take a hammer to hit his face, can't knock half a point.

”Moya, come and hug me.”

Ning Zhiyuan comes over and reaches out to hold Muya. When facing Muya, his look is much softer.

Muya, who is having a good time with Zhang Xiao, first looks at Ning Zhiyuan and then looks at Ning Zhiyuan's outstretched hand. On her pretty and lovely face, she immediately turns her head and goes to Zhang Xiao's arms.

Rather than get angry or give up, he reached out to try to hold Muya. Just now, he would persuade Muchen to bear Zhang Xiao for Muya's sake. When he came into the room and saw his niece and Zhang Xiao's intimacy, he knew that it was really hard for him to be stabbed.

Instinctively, he wanted to take back his niece and not let her be as close as Zhang Xiao.

”Moya, come on, uncle.” Ning Zhiyuan coaxes Muya and tries to take him away. Moya slaps him with her small hand. Ning Zhiyuan reaches out to touch her big hand. When Ning Zhiyuan doesn't give up, her small mouth will burst and she will cry.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiao quickly coaxed her, then glared at Ning Zhiyuan and said, ”general manager Ning, Muya doesn't like you to hold her, so don't make her cry.”

Ning Zhiyuan stood straight and glared at her.Zhang Xiaoxiao said, ”Mr. Ning, it's no use even if you stare at me. It's not that I instigated Muya to ignore you. It's that your iceberg face is too cold. It makes people afraid. Muya is scared by your iceberg face.”

Ning Zhiyuan is covered with black lines.

Zhang Xiao is the only one who satirizes him face to face.

In front of this woman is to eat his niece, he does not put him in the eye.

Bitterly, Ning Zhiyuan sat down opposite Zhang Xiao.

The long and narrow Phoenix eyes still stare at Zhang Xiao.

Mu Chen already knew that Zhang Xiao was there, and no one wanted his daughter. Just now his father let his daughter ignore him directly. If Ning Zhiyuan, the uncle, can hold Muya, he will not be called Muchen. So when he entered the room, he went into the kitchen and took out a small bowl of bone porridge which had been cooked by the servant.

This is what aunt LAN did. He asked her to do something else just now, so he did it himself.

He took the small bowl of porridge, gently placed it on the tea table, and said to Zhang Xiao, ”it's time for Muya to eat. Porridge is her staple food during the day, and milk powder is eaten before she gets up and goes to bed. Porridge is fresh, meals will change taste

Zhang Xiao let out a cry, holding Muya in one hand, freeing one hand to pick up a small spoon and gently stir the porridge in the bowl with the small spoon. The porridge is very thick, but it is not very thick. Zhang Xiao, who is good at cooking, knows that the porridge maker is also an expert in cooking.

The temperature of porridge was moderate, so she took a small spoon to feed Muya, and coaxed Muya: ”Muya, have porridge.”

Muya turned her head and turned her face away. She refused to eat the porridge that was sent to her mouth.

Zhang Xiao coaxed her several times, she was like this.

”Muya, be good, eat porridge.” Patience once again put the spoon to Moya's mouth, the little guy is probably impatient, a small hand, then the spoon inside the porridge pat off, fell on Zhang Xiao's clothes.

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