MTL - Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet-Chapter 90 Similar to Fu Tingyao

   Chapter 90 is very similar to Fu Tingyao

  Chaoyan said very seriously: "What's the use of being fierce? The weak will eat the strong. If you are not strong, someone will bully you."

   Mu Xingwan was a little surprised, this word would come out of a three-year-old child's mouth, "How old are you, how do you know so much?"

   Chaoyan raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "I said it."

   Mu Xing saw his dark pupils in the evening, shining like black pearls. The last time I mentioned his father, he also looked so proud.

   "Then you must be a strong man, Baba, and you are also very powerful."

  Chaoyan took the initiative to pull Mu Xingwan's arm, looking like a little adult, but her voice was milky, "Then why did you cry just now? Tell me, I'll support you."

   Fang Yuan, who had just come over, was stunned for a while when he saw the young master holding the woman's arm. The young master had never been so close to anyone since he was a child, yet he actually held the hand of a strange woman?

   When the young master was still a baby, he would cry no matter who was holding him, and he would be quiet only when the second master was holding him.

   If you are bigger, you won't let strangers approach at all, especially women.

   His eyes fell on the woman again. It was already dark. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he also knew that she had an ugly scar on her face. Could it be because she was ugly that the teenager was willing to approach?

   "You're a real kid. I didn't cry, I just felt chills." Mu Xingwan smiled and said calmly.

"Is it because you have scars on your face that they said ugly things that made you feel cold?" Chaoyan stared at the scars on her face for a while, then comforted in a milky voice, "You're not really ugly. Yes, it's beautiful."

   Mu Xingwan's hand subconsciously touched his face, everyone said he was ugly, but he actually said he was beautiful?

   Although Fu Tingyao didn't say it clearly, his actions all showed that she was not ugly, but a stunning beauty.

  Because every time I go out, I never let others take a second look at me!

   She asked uncertainly: "Are you serious? Could it be comforting me?"

  Chaoyan was afraid that she would not believe it, so she said with a straight face: "Baba said that children can't lie, they will be beaten."

  Mu Xingwan couldn't hold back, "puchi" laughed, "You are so old, your father is so strict, what about your mother? Can you help?"

  Chaoyan withdrew his hand, sat on the steps, puffed out his cheeks and said, "Don't you have a nest?"

   Mu Xingwan found out that something was wrong. He had met three times. He never mentioned his mother, but Baba had mentioned it many times. Could it be a single-parent family?

   She doesn't know what happened, and it's not easy to judge arbitrarily.

   "Did you sneak here too today?"

   Chaoyan nodded, a little gloomy.

   No matter how smart a child is, he can tell at a glance that he is unhappy.

  Mu Xingwan took his little hand and asked in a warm voice, "What's wrong?"

   "The nest is going back." Chaoyan said, stood up, and walked back with two short legs.

  Fang Yuan also came over at this time, and when he crouched down to hug him, he was rejected, "The nest has grown up, you can walk by yourself."

   After saying that, he continued walking.

   Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly, looked back at Mu Xingwan, and followed.

   "Second Master is really busy these days. When he is not in the villa, the young master is obedient. After the second master comes back from the old house, he will come to see you."

   "Wo know!" Chaoyan nodded obediently and continued walking on short legs.

  Mu Xingwan stood on the steps and watched Chaoyan's small body disappear into the corner, then she withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.

Just now, I was all focused on Chaoyan, but I didn't notice anyone walking behind me, but as soon as I turned around, I bumped into a wall of flesh. A strong arm grabbed her waist and pulled her into her arms, with a familiar aura. Thumping into the tip of her nose made her feel a little at ease.

I have tasted the coldness of the world and the warmth and warmth of human beings, only to realize that I am still willing to continue to love the world, the subtle beauty in life, the precious things in my heart, and always regard myself as the top priority. family and friends.

   It seems that people are born like this. Whenever they receive a little warmth and care from the outside world, they seem to have the courage to fight against the long life.

   (end of this chapter)