843 auntie, i'm tang tang, is my daddi at home?
however, she did not know if she could bear the thought of seeing mu yichen holding someone else’s hand as they walked into the wedding hall.
perhaps, she should consider expanding her career overseas and avoid mu yichen and the mu family?
luo chenxi’s imagination ran wild for a while. she felt anxious in her heart.
she had wanted to finish the work sheng yu had given her today while the little dumpling was sleeping.
but now, he wasn’t in the mood.
she simply rinsed her mouth, lay on the bed, and got under the blanket.
hugging the little dumpling’s soft little body, her troubled heart seemed to calm down a lot.
sure enough, her little dumpling was the most healing!
she was really a little angel!
“good night, little princess!”
luo chenxi kissed the little dumpling’s face and closed her eyes.
not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.
the moonlight shone through the thin curtains and into the bedroom.
the fair and tender little dumpling who was nestled in luo chenxi’s arms suddenly opened her large eyes.
she stretched out her chubby little hand and poked luo chenxi’s face. she called out softly in a probing manner, ” “big sister? are you asleep?”
luo chenxi did not open her eyes, but she rubbed against the little dumpling’s head subconsciously.
xiao tuanzi’s eyes lit up.
she gently pushed away luo chenxi’s arm that was wrapped around her and crawled out of the bed on tiptoe.
because her legs were too short, she almost fell when she got out of bed. she lifted it to the bedside table at the side and made a little noise.
the little dumpling was so frightened that her entire body stiffened. her small face was filled with guilt and nervousness as she turned to look at the bed.
fortunately, luo chenxi was in a deep sleep today and was not woken up by her.
the little dumpling was relieved.
he did not even put on his slippers. he walked to the sofa step by step and secretly took luo chenxi’s phone before he hid on the balcony.
the little dumpling swiped at her phone with her chubby little hands.
the fingerprint lock definitely couldn’t be opened, but he could still enter the password.
“what’s big sister’s password? is it tang tang’s birthday?”
the little dumpling bit her finger and thought for a long time before she entered her birthday.
sure enough, half a second later, the phone made a ” beep ” sound and skipped the power-on screen.
“too easy to provoke, i guessed right!”
the little dumpling had an excited look on her face. she pulled up her contact list in an attempt to find mu yichen’s phone number and give him a call.
however, when she saw the address book, she was dumbfounded.
“wuwu, which one is daddi?”
for mu tianxin, who was only three years old and had yet to start school, the words ‘mu yichen’ were a little too complicated.
even though the little dumpling was very smart and had already learned a few hundred new characters under the guidance of luo chenxi and the kindergarten teacher, she still could not tell which one was her father.
“i don’t care!”
the little dumpling thought for a moment and dialed the mu family’s villa’s landline.
tan yueru stared at the little dumpling and recited the number of the landline at home, so that she could contact her family in case she got lost.
the phone rang a few times before it was picked up.
“hello, mu mansion. may i know who you are looking for?”
the little dumpling was excited. ” auntie, i’m tang tang! ” is my father at home?”
……
at this moment, in the study.
mu yichen was on the phone.
“big brother …”
“why are you calling me again? what’s up? quickly release it!”
mu yichen instinctively wanted to hang up the phone when he heard mu yiling’s voice.
that day, mu yiling went to the mu group on purpose to question his ability in that aspect.
if they weren’t blood brothers, he would have slapped this idiot to death long ago!