Yang Shushu was a little embarrassed: "Okay... shall we step back a bit?"
Mu Jiangfeng shook his head: "Just keep quiet."
Yang Shushu nodded vigorously. Mu Shicang was about to speak at this time, but she stopped him with her mouth: Shut up.
After his wife spoke, Mu Shicang didn't dare to open his mouth, so he took out his phone and typed: Do you like these?
Yang Shushu glanced at him, then looked at Mu Jiangfeng's focused back, and took out her phone: It's okay, but I feel that it's easy to calm down when I see Brother Feng pruning trees. He is the one who really likes these, right?
Mu Shicang turned his head to look at Mu Jiangfeng, and recalled how he looked when he first came to the Mu family. At that time, Mu Jiangfeng was only seven or eight years old, thin and small, always with his head down, and also not talkative, but he had a concentration that other children of the same age did not have. He remembered that when he was a teenager, he saw him often following the Mu family's garden manager. He seemed to have more love for plants than for people.
At this time, Yang Shushu sent him another text: In fact, although Brother Feng and your second uncle are adoptive father and son, I feel that your second uncle just treats him as a tool for use.
Mu Shicang: You still care about other men? (jealous face)
Yang Shushu: ...Are you sick?
Mu Shicang: Do you want me to help him?
Yang Shushu: How can I help?
Mu Shicang smiled mysteriously at this time. He stood up and looked up at Mu Jiangfeng: "Brother Feng, Mu Yuan plans to build a botanical museum, but he can't find a suitable person in charge. Are you interested?"
Mu Jiangfeng paused, turned around in astonishment, and seemed a little bit incredulous, which made his indifferent face more lively: "Me?"
Mu Shicang pulled Yang Shushu closer and said, "Yes, you understand plants and management. It seems that there is no one more suitable than you."
Mu Jiangfeng's face flashed with obvious joy, but it quickly disappeared: "But that's a very important project for Mu Yuan, right? If I give it to him, my father..."
Mu Shicang raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry about him. No matter what he asks you to do, you don't have to pay attention. Although he adopted you, he has repaid you for raising you over the years. If you must repay a favor, don't you think it should be to our Mu family? Besides bringing you back to the Mu family, what else has Mu Shilian done for you?"
Mu Jiangfeng lowered his head, and after a while, he looked up at Mu Shicang: "Do you know that father has been trying to get me close to...her, so he wants me to stand on your side?"
Yang Shushu was stunned for a moment. Mu Jiangfeng approached her? How come she didn't feel it at all?
Mu Shicang also said frankly: "Yes, I know, but this has nothing to do with me asking you to be in charge of the Botanical Museum. I really think you can do it, so you don't have to rush to agree to me. Think about it."
After saying that, he pulled Yang Shushu back to the spot, and they squatted there again. Then he raised his voice and said, "Brother Feng, hurry up, we are still waiting to see what kind of animal you are going to create."
Mu Jiangfeng: “…” How boring this couple is.
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Mu Chunyu and Mu Dingyuan left Mu Garden overnight, especially Mu Chunyu, whose face looked so ugly that he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
But the couples in these white houses didn't know that they were in the middle of a marriage consummation battle. One wanted to do what he had not done a year ago, while the other said that he had missed the opportunity and refused to deliver now. This battle lasted until midnight.
Mu Shifeng also had the lights on until midnight. He had a good personality and didn't have any ideas. He was the same at this moment. It was his son and his wife who were arguing. Mu Shixiao paced back and forth in the living room, not as relaxed as usual.
"Mom, you're so confused."
Mi Chun looked at his son, his eyes red: "What can I do? If I don't help, your uncle will be finished."
"You can't help me like this. You can just tell grandpa or second brother directly. They won't refuse to help."
"Shi Xiao, you're too naive. Your grandfather isn't intervening right now, so he must have asked me to find your second brother. He seems good-tempered, but who doesn't know what kind of person he is in the business world? Do you think he'd intervene in something that doesn't benefit him? He's the kind of person who wouldn't lift a finger even if he saw someone die."
"But you can't do this, right? At least discuss it with me." Mu Shixiao sat back heavily on the sofa.
Mi Chun shook her head: "What's the point of telling you? You can't help. I asked you to join Muyuan before, but you refused and insisted on playing music. If you had joined Muyuan, at least I could watch over you at your grandma's house, and your uncle wouldn't have ended up in this situation." Her words inevitably contained complaints about her son.
Mu Shixiao didn't say anything. He thought about it and finally decided: "I will talk to my second brother tomorrow and ask him to at least give me some time so that we can make up the money."
Mi Chun pulled his hand and said, "No, your second brother will definitely not let us go." Mi Chun shook her head in panic, but then she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up: "I... I have a way."
Mu Shixiao was stunned for a moment: "What method?"
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Mu Shicang woke up in the morning and reached out to his side, but it was cold and there was no one there.
For a moment, he was even panicked. He had been immersed in hatred for too long, and his heart had been cold for too long. When it was warmed up a little bit, he cherished this warmth especially. But he knew in his heart that this warmth was not in his palm yet. As long as Yang Shushu moved away a little, he would return to his original place.
Touching the few traces left on the pillow, he frowned and lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips, but his fists suddenly clenched together. He quickened his pace, tried to find another way, and solved it as soon as possible, and then made sure that all the people involved would never appear in front of her again.
Yang Shushu felt someone approaching, and then someone hugged her from behind. She still had a toothbrush in her mouth. She rolled her eyes at him through the mirror, but did not struggle. After rinsing her mouth, she spoke: "There is no food here. We have to go to the old man's field to get breakfast."
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it." He pressed his chin on her shoulder and used his hand to pinch off a small piece of toothpaste on her cheek.
"I'm not picky about food, whatever."
"Really? Then who was it that Jiang Man was so disgusted with yesterday?"
"Tsk, is that what you call picky eating?"
She pushed him away, took a wooden comb, tied her hair into a half-high ponytail, and then pulled him forward again: "It's your turn. If you're late, the old man will finish eating, and we won't have breakfast. After all, the old man is the only one who can give you a bite of food here. I guess others will be annoyed to death if they see you."
Mu Shicang followed her force and bumped into the sink, picking up his toiletries. "By the way, is Dad's birthday coming up soon? I heard Yang Li mention it last time at your house. How are you going to celebrate it for him? Do you want to cook for him yourself?"
Yang Shushu didn't expect that he actually remembered her father's birthday so carefully. After a moment of hesitation, she smiled and said, "No, I used to do this at home. I want to give him a special birthday, but I haven't decided yet. Can you help me think about it?"
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