Chapter 9 resolutely defends his

Mu Tianxing and smiles sweetly again: "Sister-in-law!"

Fang Minzhi smiled and responded, "Good-looking girl, beautiful and polite, good luck for the fourth child!"

"That's not true. If it weren't for our master's quick start, such daughter-in-law would not be able to grab it in another two years!" Zeng Qian laughed and pulled Mutian towards the sofa.

But Mu Tianxing did not trace Zeng Qian's hand.

Mu Tianxing smiled slightly apologetically under the other party's surprised eyes: "Qian Aunt, you go first, we follow."

The little white claws gripped Ling's wheelchair, and she pushed Ling's little one step forward without saying a word. At this time, Zeng Qian and Fang Minzhi remembered Ling's little four who had been neglected by them all the time.

"Oh, let me just say, Xiaosi is blessed." Fang Minzhi had to take Zeng Qian for a step and laughed, "Let's not worry about Xiao Si's heart in the future. He, someone's hurting."

Mu Tianxing steadily pushed Ling Xian to the sofa. She could not see his expression at the moment.

She thought, maybe his expression is still that way, very pale, can not see sadness and joy, but in this house, anyone can ignore him, only she can not.

She's standing here today because of him.

There is no Ling family, and where did the four young grandmothers come from?

"Would you like something to drink?" Mu Tianxing watched the maid bring her sweet milk tea. She took out Ling's pen and paper and put them in his palm. She asked softly.

Both Zeng Qian and Fang Minzhi were stunned, and the maid who had just withdrawn her hand was somewhat embarrassed.

In this house, it's not that they deliberately refused to give Ling Fang tea, but that since Ling Fang's car accident, he no longer touched the tea at home. Every day, if necessary, he must let Zhuo Ran or Zhuo Xie bring it back to him.

The old man didn't know what he was crazy about. He also had two troubles with him, scolding him and saying, "Can't I poison my own son?"

The man's skewed nature is very strange. He is furious, and his expression is still light. He acts his own way and ignores it.

Over time, Ling Xian was no longer prepared for tea at home.

Fang Minzhi thought that this Mutianxing was a new daughter-in-law, for fear that she did not know much about the past in the mansion. Just wanted to say Ling Fan would not drink in a round court, so that the new daughter-in-law would not feel hot face sticking Ling Fan's cold buttocks on the first day of her entrance.

However, just as Fang Minzhi was about to open his mouth, he saw the pen in Ling Xian's hand stand up and write two words on the snow-white paper: yours.

Put aside the surprise on Ling's women's faces, the most calm expression is Mutianxing.

She looked at the paper and thought to herself: Ling Fan wrote two words. If he wanted to drink the same milk tea as her, he would definitely write "milk tea", but he wrote "yours", so he said that he wanted her present cup.

The same is milk tea, but he is so persistent.

Mu Tianxing thought that no one had ever thought of giving Lingxian tea, and his heart was startled: Did Lingxian have any shadows in the past, so it became his rule not to use tea in Lingxian's house?

She picked up her cup and gave it to him with a slight apology, saying, "I don't know. I broke your rules. I won't be able to do it anymore."

Zeng Qian and Fang Minzhi were shocked when they heard the words again!

Today Ling Xian wrote two words in front of Mu Tianxing, which is inconceivable compared with the one word he used to cherish for so many years.

Now, Mu Tianxing has seen through these two words alone Ling Xian's rule that she never used tea at Ling's house. This girl is so smart that she is outrageous!

"Another cup for Miss Mu." Fang Minzhi only laughed at the maid and pretended that nothing had happened just now.

Zeng Qian took a mouthful of black tea and hid the edge of her eyes.

I thought that Mu Tianxing was only eighteen years old. It was when she was naive and naive that she married Xiao 4. Although Mu Jia had some strength, it was not enough for her to be disabled and childish.

But now, if the old man knew that Miss Mujia was so smart, it would be very interesting.

Just then, the elevator door was opened and Ling Yuan came out slowly surrounded by his three sons.

He glanced at the strange but beautiful girl sitting in front of the sofa, and his laughter deepened. "Haha ha, it was the stars coming!"

Mu Star followed Zeng Qian and stood up, smiling politely: "Good uncle! Good brothers!"

But in a flash, she had looked at the four men in front of her --

Lingyuan was wearing a jujube-red silk short-sleeved shirt, with black trousers and black leather shoes under her. Her skin was pale, but she was full of energy before she was fifty years old. She thought that her body had been well maintained.

It's just that in his forties, Ling Yuan was called a master by his family, which shows the severity and dignity of Ling Yuan's treatment of people.

On the left, he should be followed by Da Shaoling Lingfeng, in his early thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, white shirt and coffee trousers, which matches Fang Minzhi's dignity and stability.

On the right is Er Shaoling Rui, who was born by his wife and most similar in appearance. It is said that he is only one year younger than his elder brother and is the offspring of Ling Yuan who was absurdly sown in his teens.