Mu Xingyan refused Jing Shaoqing's offer to help him carry his luggage: "It's okay, I'll do it myself, there are gifts for you inside, not too heavy. Dad Jing, you don't look old yet, It's the same as when I left, it hasn't changed at all. What about Auntie and Ran Ran?"
Jing Shaoqing felt that the child was sensible, so he didn't insist on helping to carry things anymore: "I'm waiting for you to eat inside, you're already back, and Xiaofan is coming soon, the three of you will be together again next month."
Mu Xingyan smiled and didn't speak, and stepped into the room. Jing Shaoqing had an illusion for a moment, as if the person standing in front of him was Mark Tingchen. Mu Xingyan had too much of him. The shadows, especially the back, are almost as if they were carved out of a mold.
When Chen Mengyao saw Mu Xingyan, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red: "Come here, auntie, why do you seem to have lost weight?"
Mu Xingyan stepped forward and gave Chen Mengyao a hug without hesitation: "Auntie, I'm back."
When Chen Mengyao took his hand, she realized that the little guy's palm was much bigger than hers: "It's good to come back. You have worked hard outside all these years, and you won't leave in the future."
Hearing the movement, Jing Xiaoran rushed downstairs like the wind, brewing countless times of meeting scenes in her mind, when she saw Mu Xingyan, she faltered again, stopped in time and asked softly: "Brother, shall we eat first?"
Mu Xingyan nodded: "Well, I'll wash my hands first."
When he entered the bathroom, Chen Mengyao slapped her daughter's buttocks: "I said, why didn't you come out in the room for a long time, and went to dress together? And what the hell were you twitching just now? Your eldest brother grew up with you, how can you not know what kind of character you are?"
Jing Xiaoran muttered dissatisfiedly, and glanced towards the bathroom from time to time. When Mu Xingyan came out, she didn't dare to look at it again, and kept her head buried while eating.
At the dinner table, Chen Mengyao asked, "Tuanzi, have you ever visited your parents in America?"
It's been a long time since no one has called him by his nickname. Mu Xingyan felt a little awkward for no reason: "Auntie I'm 22, is it appropriate for you to call me Tuanzi? I haven't been to America, and I don't have time."
No time, these three words sound inexplicably sad.
Ever since Mark Tingchen took Wen Yan to the United States, most of the company's affairs have been handed over to Jing Shaoqing. Jing Shaoqing has to take care of Mu and Jing, and he is really exhausted. Mu Xingyan sees it , has been sensible since she was a child, and studied hard. When she was a sophomore in high school, she offered to study in France, just to come back early to inherit the family business, so that Jing Shaoqing would not be so tired.
Of course he doesn't have time to visit Mark Tingchen and Wen Yan in the United States. His time is fully arranged, and even the daily rest time is strictly controlled, so that he and his biological parents have been together for ten years. Haven't seen it for nine years.
Chen Mengyao and Jing Shaoqing were silent after listening to it. Because of Wen Yan's accident that year, Mu Xingyan had been under too much pressure since he was a child. They really wanted to give their child a warm and relaxing environment, but the reality is that it is impossible. For such an only child heir, all the burdens will sooner or later be on his immature shoulders.
The sudden silence made Jing Xiaoran raise his head curiously, but unexpectedly met Mu Xingyan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com