Liu Xiuying pinched her little face and couldn't help laughing:
"Why is Nan Bao so smart? She can understand everything adults say."
Mu Jianfeng likes people to praise his daughter the most. , answered happily:
"That's not true."
"A baby over nine months old can't walk steadily for others, but my Nanbao can run away."
"Really?"
Liu Xiuying lowered her head and teased Mu Nannan:
" Nan Bao will run away, and grandma hasn't seen it yet. Can Nan Bao run a few steps and let grandma take a look?"
She was kind and kind, and she often made small clothes for Mu Nannan. Xu Lanxin respected her very much, so He put Mu Nannan down from his arms and let her walk to the gate by herself.
Mu Chen had finished his meal and was squatting at the gate with his hands open, waiting for the short pink dumpling wearing shorts and shorts to jump into his arms.
"Nan Bao, run quickly, brother is here to catch you."
Mu Nannan ran towards him with a steady step on her short legs.
The little man ran quite fast, but when he reached the threshold, he couldn't stop the car. He was about to trip, but he suddenly fell into a warm embrace.
Mu Nannan looked up and found that the person who caught her was a beautiful little boy who was a head taller than her.
Ji Beinian also looked down at her, with her round and chubby little face, her big obsidian eyes that were particularly outstanding, her little pink gown dotted with florals, and her short, white, lotus-like arms holding him. waist.
Not used to physical contact with others, he took a step back, leaving Mu Nannan standing there blankly.
This little brother is as beautiful as the person in the painting.
There are so many portraits hanging on the walls in the castle, but none of them are as beautiful as my little brother.
But because she bumped into someone recklessly, she didn't say anything even though her eyes were shining.
"Haha, the little baby is so handsome."
A hearty voice came from above his head, and Mu Nannan realized that behind the little brother was an old man in his fifties or sixties wearing a Chinese tunic suit.
Mu Weiguo, who was sitting at the dinner table, suddenly stood up and walked up to the old man excitedly:
"Why are you here?"
The old man, also known as Mr. Ji, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiling. Ridiculing:
"Why, you're not welcome to me?"
"Welcome, welcome! I'm happier than anyone else that you can come."
Mu Weiguo's dark face turned red with excitement, and he hurriedly pulled him to sit down.
Mu Baoguo, Mu Boss and others also stood up.
They knew that this old man often mailed expensive nutritional supplements and bills to Mu Weiguo, and he was a big shot in Kyoto.
The Mu family, who have never seen much of the world, are inevitably a little embarrassed.
Mu Chen stood aside with Mu Nannan in his arms.
Ji Beinian stood next to Mr. Ji, quietly, not saying a word or moving.
He doesn't look like a little boy over two years old at all.
"This is your grandson!"
Mu Weiguo raised his hand to touch Ji Beinian's head, but he sidestepped away.
Mr. Ji saw this and sighed:
"Beinian has been autistic since he was a child. He doesn't like to communicate with others, and he doesn't like to be touched by others."
"Weiguo, don't be offended."
Mu Wei Although Guo didn't know what autism meant, he could see that Ji Beinian was different from normal children.
Mr. Ji changed the topic and called out the door, and a young man came into the yard carrying a lot of things, including malted milk, milk powder, various canned meats, and even a few boxes of fruits.