In the past three years, Chu Muyun has hardly changed, but Shen Shisha has grown from an immature child to a little boy with more delicate eyebrows.
Ten years old is really a gender-ambiguous age, especially when it looks like a sinking hookah.
Chu Muyun was fond of him, and the people below had enough eyesight in this regard, so they sent some good things in different ways, all for Shen Shisha.
It seems that 'greed' is born with such a temperament, especially for those gorgeous things. Many are too dazzling and cumbersome, and others will look dazzling when they wear them, but he can hold it steady. It may be that his appearance is so beautiful that the most gorgeous clothes only play a role of contrast. .
The human world is most in need of supplies. Humans with a huge base can always create countless beautiful things, and these high-level cultivators have a lot of good things in their hands. In order to please Chu Muyun Because of Chu Muyun's preference, all these 'bloods' are reflected in Shen Shisha.
For three whole years, Shisha Shen lived a life unimaginable by princes and princesses. The cost of food and clothing was always the most expensive and meticulous. Even the servants who served by his side were dressed like those of the rich. Miss son.
Right now he was playing in the back garden, with four little servants and four maids serving him behind him, and he was wearing a finely crafted light yellow long coat with a pale white gauze cover, and a rare gem of brilliance flowing around his waist, but he couldn't hide it. Live the black jade luster of the long hair on the ground, and the silky silk-like black hair does not have too many pendants, but a string of shiny and smooth pearl strings are attached to the ear, and they are brought to the back of the head, and the casual arc is not. Just right, so beautiful that it seems to stand there as a painting.
Everyone likes beautiful things, and Chu Muyun is no exception.
When he saw the sinking hookah coming, he immediately ignored the woman beside him.
Shen Shisha stood there quietly, a pair of jet-black eyes staring at him without blinking.
Chu Muyun walked over and said gently, "I was about to find you."
Shen Shisha's eyes shifted slightly and looked at the strange woman.
Suddenly, a terrifying murderous aura tightened the entire space.
Su Shuang originally wanted to say hello to this noble little highness, but now she stood up straight and didn't dare to say a word.
Chu Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything, he took the sinking hookah's hand, and easily resolved the cold atmosphere: "Someone sent a chef who can make fish during the day, and I asked them to catch a few. Fresh sweet-scented osmanthus fish, go try it?"
Shen Shisha loves to eat fish, especially fish. Chu Muyun dotes on him, just to make him happy to eat, and the cooks in the back have changed.
When Shen Shiyan heard this, she turned to look at him: "Ah Yun too?"
Chu Muyun said, "En."
Shen Shisha's beautiful eyes instantly brightened like stars, and the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth was also touching like the morning dew in the morning sun: "I like osmanthus fish."
Chu Muyun smiled and nodded between his blushing brows: "Let's go, it should be done."
They left together, and Su Shuang, who remained in the back garden, took a long time to suppress the chill that had poured into his limbs.
How could it be so terrifying... She didn't even understand where the terrifying killing intent erupted from.
Is that the little boy
how is this possible
Such a small, delicate child, probably doesn't even know what murder is about...
The cooking skills this time are really good. Chu Muyun, who doesn’t like fish very much, thinks that the dishes tonight were well done. The fish is tender and the meat is tender. But it didn't stop the deliciousness of the fish, and this dish is not only delicious, but also beautiful in color. It is placed in a delicate porcelain plate, and even if you don't eat it, it will be pleasing to the eye.
Chu Muyun tasted a few chopsticks and put them down. With his cultivation, he didn't need to eat these things for a long time. He came here today just to accompany Shen Shisha.
He held a crystal clear jade cup with mellow wine dangling in it, and took a light sip. His handsome eyebrows were lazy and comfortable, making people feel a little quiver in their hearts when they accidentally glanced at them.
Shen Shisha loves his appearance very much, but he doesn't dare to look at it, because he will forget everything after one more look. He just wants to watch, keep watching, and... not let anyone else see it.
This... should be wrong.
In order to get rid of this kind of thought, Shen Shisha asked a question that really wanted to know the answer: "Ayun, that woman just now... is that your wife?"
Although he is ten years old, he actually has no memory before the age of seven. In the past three years, Chu Muyun has not taught him anything, because it is useless to teach him. After ten years, he will return to his position with greed, what else does he have? Don't understand? Therefore, what Shen Shisha understands now comes from all kinds of Taoism.
Chu Muyun replied without thinking, "No."
Shen Shisha's expression didn't change, and he probably didn't know what his wife meant.
But even though Chu Muyun said no, Shen Shisha couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, so he tried to ask something else: "Ayun, what am I to you?"
There was some accident that he would ask this question, but Chu Muyun thought about it seriously.
Before he could give an answer, Shen Shisha looked up at him: "Am I your child?"
Chu Muyun nodded: "That's right."
Shen Shiyan's dark eyes stared at him: "Then why don't you let me call your father?"
Chu Muyun smiled: "You want to call me that?"
Shen Shisha nodded seriously: "I want to."
Chu Muyun took a sip of wine, and the spicy taste passed through his throat. Instead of being choked, he felt quite irritated: "Okay, from now on, I will be your father."
Shen Shisha stared at him, and suddenly his heart was beating very fast, and that kind of desire rushed up again, he really wanted... really wanted...
He lowered his eyes sharply, his white fingers curled up uncomfortably, and he could only rely on distraction to calm down his heart: "After the meal, can you accompany me to read a book for a while?"
Chu Muyun responded: "Yes."
As promised, after dinner, Chu Muyun accompanied Shen Shisha to read the book for a while, and Chu Muyun didn't leave until he fell asleep on the bed.
After he left, Shen Shiyan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his dark eyes.
He sat up, the man's refreshing breath still lingering in the air around him, and the ancient book seemed to still have the temperature of his fingertips.
Shen Shisha got out of the bed, stroking the rough paper with her long fingers, carefully depicting the places that Chu Muyun touched...
But in the next moment, his fingers were hard, and a red glow exploded, and the rare out-of-print book became ashes.
Unbearable, still unbearable.
Shen Shisha's chest floated, and when he opened his eyes, there was a hint of deep dark red in those pitch-black eyes.
That woman, got his hug, got his gaze, got his smile.
How can it be tolerated!