Mu Qingji stayed alone in the study, which was very quiet, forming a sharp contrast with the liveliness of Xiaonaituanzi's side. The quiet and the movement complemented each other.

[Guo Guo]: Voice [Brother, have you had dinner? What did you eat?]

The little baby's sweet voice rang out in the quiet study. It sounded particularly loud, sweet and soft, reminding people of the willow branches with tender buds sprouting in March when the spring breeze was blowing, a scene full of vitality.

[Mu Qing Ji]: I have eaten beef.

Mu Qingji touched his ears unconsciously before replying to the little girl's message.

The little boy looked at the word "beef" on the chat box on his mobile phone, was silent for a moment, then ate the tender beef slices that Song Lianqing fed him, and replied to Mu Qingji's message with bright eyes, still a voice message.

"Brother, the beef is so delicious! I just ate it! Brother, do you like this beef?"

The little boy was talking excitedly. Song Lianqing heard everything clearly, but he was also confused. So when he fed the little guy beef slices again, he asked, "Baby, where did your brother come from?"

"Hmm?" The little kid looked up at Song Lianqing. He didn't hear what he just said clearly, so he tilted his head and said, "Dad, what did you say?"

"Baby, you are so cute."

Song Lianqing was so touched by the little boy's unconscious head tilt that he didn't care about his problem. He went over to kiss his little face and stopped only when he was satisfied.

"Dad, it's so itchy, hehehe..."

While the little kid was pushing Song Lianqing's head and saying this with a smile, Mu Qingji's message came. He immediately lowered his head to check the message without even bothering to ask what question Song Lianqing had just asked him.

[Mu Qingji]: As long as you like it, I'm fine.

When the little girl saw the reply, she blinked her big eyes a few times and then sent another voice message.

Mu Qingji walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, looked at the lights that lit up in the night, and sighed silently. At this moment, deep in his eyes, there seemed to be brewing emotions that were enough to make people tremble with fear.

The phone beeped. Mu Qingji paused for a moment, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and looked down at his phone screen. Little Naitianzi had sent a 15-second voice message. He clicked on it directly, and the little Naitianzi's cute little voice came through.

[Guo Guo]: Voice 15s [Brother, can I send you some meat? Please give me your address. Mom said that good things should be shared with good friends!]

Mu Qingji listened to the voice message in a daze for a moment, then played it again. After confirming what the little boy said, he returned to his desk and sat down.

[Mu Qing Ji]: Villa 512, No. 366, Hongshao Road, Kangar District, Imperial Capital.

[Mu Qingji]: You can save my private number in your mobile phone.

【Dusk Quiet】:173xxxx8944

When the little girl saw these three messages, she decisively saved the phone number in her address book and then replied to Mu Qingji.

[Guoguo]: OK, brother.

[Guo Guo]: Voice [Brother, do you want to save my number?]

The little boy refused Song Lianqing's offer to feed him, and looked at him with his big cute eyes, "Daddy, I can't eat any more candy. Daddy, eat it yourself. I want to go play over there."

Song Lianqing glanced at the place where the little boy pointed, which was a chair placed under the shade of a tree. He paused, reached out and rubbed his little head, and said lovingly, "Well, if there is anything, you must call Dad, okay?"

The little kid nodded and patted his chest to assure her, "Little Candy has remembered both dads' numbers! He won't get lost!"

"Okay, now after you finish drinking this water, you can go sit over there and play with your phone."

Song Lianqing took the little milk ball's straw bottle, which was one-third filled with water. The little milk ball nodded, held the straw bottle and drank it quickly.

Song Lianqing rubbed his little head, wiped his hands and mouth, and then let him go. The little boy sat down on the chair before checking his phone. Mu Qingji had replied to him three minutes ago.

[Mu Qingji]: Yeah.

Although this message only contained a single word “um” and a small period, it was enough to show Mu Qingji’s determination to get his number. So the little kid puffed up his cheeks, opened the address book directly, and called Mu Qingji.

Mu Qingji, who was reading documents at that time, heard his cell phone ringing. He paused, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but did not hang up as usual, because this was his number, and if he did not give it to others actively, others would not be able to call him. Now that it suddenly rang, there was only one possibility.

Mu Qingji answered the phone. As expected, the baby voice from the other end of the phone was transmitted to his ears through the network, making his heart, which had been trembling for a long time, feel even more uneasy.

"Brother, I'm Little Candy~" The little milk ball put the phone to her ear and called Brother Mu Qingji in a milky voice, with a hint of happiness and joy in her words, "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I can hear it."

Mu Qingji touched the base of his ear which was itching. He could obviously take away the phone to relieve the discomfort, but he was reluctant to do so, as if he would miss what the little kid was saying if he moved a little.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing now, brother?"

The little kid got a response and started laughing happily. After laughing, he did not forget to ask Mu Qingji questions. His little voice was filled with a lively and joyful atmosphere.

Mu Qingji glanced at the document in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Read a book."

Mu Qingji's ability to lie with his eyes open is not comparable to that of ordinary people. When the little girl who didn't know the truth heard that he was reading a book, her curiosity was immediately aroused, "Brother, what book are you reading? Candy read it?"

The thirsty little boy has begun to acquire new knowledge from other channels. No matter what the field is, as long as it is new knowledge, he is very interested. This is probably the result of inheritance from his postdoctoral mother.

Mu Qingji didn't expect that the little boy would suddenly ask him this question. He paused, and after a moment of silence, he looked up at the books on the bookshelf, looking for a book suitable for recommending to the little boy. After searching for a while, he found nothing suitable for his age, so he simply said, "You can read it when you grow up."

After hearing this, the little kid uttered a sound of disappointment. Mu Qingji listened to the sound, wondering if he had said something wrong. He was about to make amends, but the little kid healed automatically and started talking to him about other things. He listened quietly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised unconsciously. At this moment, the years were quiet and good, and could last forever.

I don’t know how long they talked before Xiaonaituanzi said goodbye to Mu Qingji and told him to call her next time and save her number. Mu Qingji said okay, and Xiaonaituanzi said good night to him before hanging up the phone.

Mu Qingji stood in front of the bookshelf in silence for a moment, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number. The other party answered almost immediately. Before the other party could speak, he said, "Have someone send some children's books to my study tomorrow."

Mu Qingji paused, and suddenly remembered that the little girl had a strong ability to read, so he said, "It has to be over four years old and under twelve years old."

The person on the other end was confused, but agreed respectfully. Mu Qingji then hung up the phone, sat down at the desk and continued to read the documents.