If so many years of kindness and so many years of care for their mother and son cannot be exchanged for even a favor, then it is not worth it to Shaojun. So for now she still likes him. Just like it.
Some people can tell the difference between liking and loving. Some people can't. Xiaohai can't, and maybe some people can't either.
Xiaohai would think that these two men are equal to her in her mother's mind.
The door was opened gently.
Ye Luorui turned around suddenly, and Huo Muxuan was standing in front of the door, staring straight at her with a pair of deep eyes. It didn't move, and she couldn't understand the emotion inside.
Ye Hai was suddenly pulled to stand up from the window: "...Is something wrong?" What did she want to explain when she opened her mouth? But I don’t know what I should explain? Why did you just say that everyone likes you? Why worry so much? Maybe he didn't hear anything. What she just said in front of the child, is she going to overturn it in front of him now
And he was just silent and didn't ask anything. She felt that she couldn't explain it.
"Go down and have breakfast." Huo Muxuan said coldly, taking the lead in turning around and moving away from the door.
Ye Hai looked at the place where Huo Muxuan disappeared and asked timidly: "Is Father Huo angry?"
"No." Ye Luorui said with a faint smile, reaching out and grabbing Xiao Ye Hai's hand tightly: "Dad Huo won't be so stingy."
But in my heart, I was wondering if I should really find time to speak more clearly about what I just said. His reaction made her feel even furrier than Xiao Hai. Do you care
Pulling Ye Hai downstairs, he saw a charming figure on the sofa. A solid color sportswear outlines her graceful figure.
"Good morning, Brother Muxuan, I'm here to play with you." Zhang Tingqi straightened up and shouted crisply to Huo Muxuan. She didn't put any makeup on her face today.
"Tingqi, it's so early. Let's have breakfast together." Huo Muxuan and Zhang Tingqi said kindly, standing quietly in front of Zhang Tingqi, looking at Zhang Tingqi with a hint of concern.
"Okay, Brother Mu Xuan." Zhang Tingqi agreed happily, turned to look at Ye Luorui upstairs, and said politely:
"Sister Luorui, morning. Morning Xiaohai." The innocent and indifferent Zhang Tingqi was no longer the Zhang Tingqi that Ye Luorui had known before.
Ye Luorui's foot was accidentally touched by the stairs when she was going down the stairs. She actually called herself Sister Luorui.
"Good morning, Tingqi." She replied after a while.
Breakfast is undoubtedly a well-crafted tonic soup. The main reason is that Huo Muxuan's injury will recover as soon as possible.
Because Ye Luorui and Ye Hai don't have high requirements for food, and they don't want to bother the servants to make it again for them. What's more, eating according to Huo Muxuan's recipes is very satisfying for their taste buds.
There are also some finely crafted small pastries on the table. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of tempered glass, you can see the lush and vibrant summer scenery outside. Very impressive.
Ye Luorui would think that eating here would be comparable to the red walls of the ancient palace.
While thinking about it, I poured soup into my mouth.
"Tingqi, don't you like drinking it?" Huo Muxuan asked softly, watching Zhang Tingqi staring at the soup thoughtfully.
Ye Luorui's movements froze for a moment, and she raised her eyes to look at Zhang Tingqi. Zhang Tingqi looked at Huo Muxuan with a red face: "No."
(End of chapter)