Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 42 It will be better to brew it

   Mu Qingcheng was not surprised by Ran Siya’s arrival.

   On the contrary, after today’s events, if she can endure not coming, it will really make Mu Qingcheng worry.

   and now

  The two master and servant walked downstairs slowly with a very tacit understanding.

   At the same time, the voice from below was clearly heard.

   Ran Siya sat coquettishly beside Mr. Mu, pretending to be well-behaved and said softly,

   “Grandpa, I came to see you and bought your favorite dessert.”

   “Well, I have a heart for a child.”

  Although Mr. Mu immediately responded to her, he could tell that he was not enthusiastic.

   Ran Siya seems to be used to it, and has no grievance reaction, just continues to say,

   “I won the first place in the competition today, you see.”

   As she spoke, she took out another medal from her bosom and held it up in front of Mr. Mu as if showing off.

  The old man glanced at it and nodded, finally showing some relief,

   “Well, yes, your horsemanship has always been excellent. If your academic performance can be improved a little bit, it will be even better.”

   Ran Siya rolled her eyes, and found that Mu Qingcheng didn’t seem to come back to complain, she was relieved, nodded excitedly, and answered with the medal in her arms,

   “Of course, I will definitely try my best.”

   While the two were talking, Mu Qingcheng had also entered the restaurant.

   Seeing the person coming, Mr. Mu immediately smiled, stretched out his hand lovingly, and patted the seat next to him,

   “Qingcheng, come, come to Grandpa’s side.”

“OK.”

  Mu Qingcheng has always been well-behaved.

   During the movement, she glanced at Ran Siya on the other side at the same time, nodded slightly, and took the initiative to say hello,

   “Sister Si Ya, congratulations.”

   Ran Siya’s medal was placed on the table so brightly, Mu Qingcheng took a quick look and narrowed his eyes slightly.

   but soon let go, without anyone noticing.

   Ran Siya felt uncomfortable.

  Mu Qingcheng “goes home” behind her, but he moved directly into the old house with ease.

   Not only that, but the old man’s attitude is also very obvious at the moment, how can she be reconciled when it is hot and cold.

   But in the public eye, it is not easy to attack, plus today’s various.

   After all, Ran Siya hides a ghost in her heart, and she is unreasonable and arrogant. Even if she is jealous, she can only endure it.

   Hearing Mu Qingcheng calling her at this moment, he nodded indifferently, and replied perfunctorily,

   “Well, thank you.”

   Mu Qingcheng was noncommittal and sat down quietly.

   In fact, some things are brewed for a while, and the effect is better than the direct outbreak, but unfortunately. Some people don’t seem to understand this.

On the table

   The family ate quietly, and even Ran Siya, who was usually deliberately ingratiating, stopped talking.

   It’s just that his expression seems to be absent, and he always glances at Mu Qingcheng’s body.

   This made Mr. Mu a little puzzled.

   He clearly knew in his heart that Qing Cheng’s temperament has always been soft and waxy, and even if he suffered a loss, he would not open his mouth easily.

   In addition to being alone for so many years, he is a child who can endure hardships.

   Now this is probably not quite right.

   After a while, the old man put down the tableware and took a sip of hot tea.

   Mu Qingcheng was not very comfortable, so he put it down after taking a few bites.

   There is still a small half bowl of rice left in the bowl, and the dishes on the plate in front of me have hardly moved.

   Seeing this situation, the old man couldn’t help frowning and asked with concern,

   “Baby Qingcheng, why don’t you eat? Are you uncomfortable?”

   After a pause, the old man added quietly,

   “Or did something happen at the racecourse today?”

  Dang 啷——

   But when these words fell, there was the sound of chopsticks falling from behind.

   Ran Siya said with some embarrassment,

   “Sorry grandpa, I didn’t catch it.”

   Mr. Mu didn’t speak, and still looked at his precious granddaughter, but his face gradually became colder.

   But at this moment, the butler’s voice suddenly came from outside the door, mixed with some hasty footsteps, he walked to the door of the restaurant, panting slightly,

   “Master, a distinguished guest is here!”

   (end of this chapter)