Chapter 48
The protagonist Wen Yancheng, holding Song Yin, walked up the stone steps of Lihua Park step by step. On the platform stood a row of leaders, guests, and etiquette ladies in cheongsams, pulling up a long red silk ribbon and holding golden scissors in the plate.
The moment everyone saw Wen Yancheng, the smile on their faces froze for a moment.
Mu Qingliu usually rarely appeared in public. It was extremely rare for him to donate an entire park to the local government and take charge of the park's annual greening and repair work.
Wen Yancheng was a little nervous, but Song Yin was still not obedient in his arms. He kept shaking his waist and said, "Mr. Wen, are you tired of holding me?"
[It can be seen that this boy doesn't usually exercise. His arms are weak and powerless, just like two sticks. It hurts me so much.]
[Mu Qingliu is still better physically. Every time he grabs me, he holds me like a chicken, and he holds me very comfortably. 】
【_(:з”∠)_】
【Why does Mr. Wen feel more and more trembling?】
【What if Mr. Wen runs out of energy and falls to the ground, will I still be able to get up?】
【_(:з”∠)_】
Seven or eight round, sweaty bubbles were suspended above Song Yin’s head, and then gathered on Wen Yancheng’s head.
Wen Yancheng was so angry that he almost laughed.
If Mu Qingliu was not his personal master, he would have dared to pretend to be exhausted and pia~ this little vegetable who talked nonsense all day long to the ground.
...
Forget it, at least someone’s status has risen and she has become his master’s wife.
Wen Yancheng forcibly suppressed the Long Aotian blood in his veins, tried his best to avoid touching his master's wife's buttocks, and held Song Yin's hand carefully to cut the ribbon.
The surroundings were filled with loud drums, noisy voices, and joyful laughter.
Mu Qingliu's eyes were always fixed on Song Yin in the protagonist's arms. When his wife praised him for his strength, the corners of Mu's mouth still raised elegantly.
Mu Hongbo was almost vomiting from eating dog food these two days, especially his natural doting feelings for his youngest brother. This dog food was clearly mixed with a whole periodic table of elements, which was simply many times poisonous.
Every bite of food can really crush your heart, and it is hard to live well after eating. My brother's dog food must be eaten clearly before he can walk clearly.
The data in the sky, which had not been updated for a long time, was quickly updated during the miraculous ribbon-cutting event.
["The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Series: The Domineering Real Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the little girl who was spoiled by the little girl actually ran away with 108 fetuses in her arms." The plot has seriously shifted, with the main plot shifting by 53%, the NPC Song plot shifting by 60%, and the villain plot advancing by 30. ]
[NPC Bo is officially online, and the plot shift is 0. ]
Mu Qingliu has seven secrets in his heart, and he sensed that some unknown scene seemed to break through the sky, and he quickly looked up.
The data that appeared in the sky had disappeared, leaving a faint shadow hidden in the clouds.
Mu Qingliu pondered for a moment, feeling that he was a little suspicious, but he looked around again without giving up.
Wen Yancheng held Song Yin and smiled at the people who cut the ribbon together. Everyone knew that this unknown boy was sent by Mu Qingliu, so it was better to give him enough face and never offend Mu invisibly.
Wen Yancheng's physical strength was also exhausted. After all, Song Yin was not short in height. He was 188 and holding a 180, while Mu Qingliu was 192 and holding a 180. They were not in the same weight class at all.
Wen Yancheng cursed in his heart. Recently, all his thoughts were focused on work. He should really devote some energy to training muscle strength in case his enemies suddenly came to him.
The protagonist was concentrating on thinking, but he missed a step and stumbled to the ground, about to throw the vegetative patient in his arms.
Song Yin was the most frightened, shouting out loudly and in his heart at the same time.
"Ouch!"
[Oh my god!] 999+
[The baby is going to be killed! !] 999+
Song Yin clearly felt that he was going to fly out, and face the ground.
It happened so fast.
A pair of big hands quickly and accurately grabbed Song Yin's waist, bent over and squatted, rotated the little vegetative patient around his shoulders, and safely held him in his arms. The whole action was done in one go, and it was honest and trustworthy.
By the way, Mu Qingliu lifted one leg and gently hooked Wen Yancheng, who was falling backwards at the same time, and calmly helped him to stand firmly on the stairs. Mu
Hongbo, who witnessed everything, smiled and grabbed Captain Ivan's sleeves, saying proudly, "It's a surprise, it's a surprise, how about it? Our Qingzi is not ordinary agile, right?"
Captain Ivan has also traveled to many places internationally, and nodded in praise, saying, "The balance and core strength of the third young master Mu are very terrifying. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to see a real master in China."
Of course.
Our Qingzi has climbed the world's tallest building with his bare hands, and can stand upside down on the cliffs with one hand. This is not something that an ordinary person can do.
Mu Hongbo was extremely proud in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.
If he said it out loud, Qingzai would probably look at him with questioning eyes.
This little accident happened very quickly, almost within half a second.
Mu Qingliu gracefully retracted his long legs, and did not deliberately maintain his posture to let the media present make assumptions.
He said to Wen Yancheng, who was still in shock, "Xiao Wen, be careful."
Wen Yancheng once again felt an indescribable warmth rising up spontaneously. Not to mention that he could meet someone who was truly good to him in this life, just to say that it was such an important occasion, with more than a dozen cameras taking turns, and countless media reporters moving around. If he
accidentally hurt his master's wife, it would also be one of his faults.
Mu Qingliu had already seen that his steps were unsteady, and he was also on guard against the protagonist falling on his wife.
He lowered his head and prepared to comfort Song Yin.
A miracle happened.
Song Yin's hands seemed to have regained vitality, tightly grasping Mu Qingliu's suit, the high-quality tussah fabric seemed to be about to break, and the sweat oozing from his fingertips left a few small paw prints between the fabric.
Mu Qingliu suddenly felt that he completely belonged to his old father, and he didn't know whether to smile or be surprised, his deep eyes were filled with joy.
Did it work?
Mu Qingliu said, "Xiao Yin... your fingers have recovered their strength..."
Song Yin was so scared that he almost lost his soul. Since he became a vegetable, he has never done such a flying action, and he blew out bubbles of complaints vigorously.
[(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)]999+
Mu Qingliu's expression suddenly changed, and he was shocked by the countless bubbles of complaints in front of him to the point of being speechless.
The sweating soybeans disappeared, and now there are all death skulls.
It's true that a sow gives birth to mice, and each one is worse than the other.
Mu Hongbo laughed out loud when he saw this, and he actually walked over and patted Wen Yancheng on the shoulder, saying gloatingly, "It has nothing to do with me this time, thank you for your hard work."
Song Yin's hands actually had some feeling a long time ago, but he was busy pulling open the pearls between his underwear at the time and didn't pay much attention.
Mu Qingliu thought that after cutting the ribbon, he was touched by Wen Yancheng's European energy and his body recovered a little.
This should be a cause for celebration.
Song Yin soon discovered that Mu Qingliu was trying different ways to get him to practice finger movements.
Mu Qingliu said, "You probably haven't used your hands for more than a year. Although it is human nature to use hands, newborn babies also need repeated training to learn to hold chopsticks little by little."
Mu Qingliu handed a chopstick to his hand and asked the little vegetable to try to hold it.
Song Yin really hadn't used his finger strength for a long time. He could only bend each finger weakly and then hold the chopsticks tightly.
"Can you change it to something thicker? Chopsticks are inevitably too thin."
The skull bubble frame showed: [You are really good at finding. Why don't you hand me a toothpick? 】
Mu Qingliu placed Song Yin at an angle in the middle of the Persian carpet and put a comfortable pillow on his wife's back to facilitate Song Yin's daily finger training. He also specially studied a certain training plan.
Mu Qingliu took a banana from the side, placed it in his wife's palm, and whispered, "This time, the thickness should be just right."
Song Yin rolled his eyes at him in his heart [（╯‵□′）╯︵┴─┴】
Instantly, his five fingers used all their strength to squeeze the banana and break it on the spot, and the squeezed white flesh was sticky all over his hand.
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Mu Qingliu smiled and helped him lick the squeezed banana clean, and then took a few wet towels to wipe his wife's fingers clearly.
"You are too impatient. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
Mu Qingliu licked the corner of his mouth slightly with his tongue. The remaining sweetness of the fruit made his smile a little gentle.
Song Yin said, "Okay, next time, I will pinch it gently."
The bubbles of the skull floated out of his head.
[Beast, how could you think of using bananas to bully me~~]
[It's either pinching chopsticks or pinching bananas. Brother, I don't want to practice the One Yang Finger or Iron Sand Palm. Can't you find me the most handy thing? ]
Mu Qingliu suddenly stopped talking. Song Yin seemed to hear the sound of him opening the zipper, and then Mu Qingliu approached and put a thick and long handy thing into his palm.
Thick, hard, slightly larger in size, with a frightening feeling that five fingers clasped together could not hold it.
[Ahhh~ What is this~ Mu Qingliu! You pervert! How can you give me such a thing! ! I won’t take care of you if you break it! ]
[∑三三三(っゝд)っ]999+
Mu Qingliu took a look and saw that the whole room was filled with skulls of strange shapes. Even if a single bubble frame of complaints had reached the level of 999+, it was far from enough to replace a brand new bubble frame of complaints. He
clasped his fingers and flicked a brain on Song Yin’s white forehead, which was full of random thoughts all day long.
"This is a temperature-sensing gripper. Don’t guess. Squeeze it hard, little lazy cat."