My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Thinking so, mu Yunhao couldn't help feeling a trace of sympathy for their wise and powerful two shaos.

Lu Zijia looked strangely at mu Yunhao for a while and always felt that he didn't tell the truth.

But she didn't continue to ask. After all, everyone has their own privacy, doesn't she?

After Lu Zijia got out of the car, he deliberately passed by his man, raised his hand and quickly touched his gorgeous face. Tut Tut, it feels as good as ever.

Mu Tianyan, who was eaten tofu by his wife, had a slight hook in the corners of his mouth and was calm and calm.

Although Mu Tianyan could not see anyone, his acuity was no worse than that of Lu Zijia, so he could feel it when Lu Zijia approached.

However, he believed in his wife wholeheartedly. He was not alert at all. Instead, he relaxed and even cooperated very well to eat tofu for his wife.

In his opinion, whether he eats his wife's tofu or his wife eats his tofu, he makes money. In that case, why not?

Lu Zijia, who didn't know what Mu Tianyan thought, was in a good mood after eating his man's tofu. He sneaked into the villa community and quickly looked for the Zhong family's villa.

Zhongjia villa.

In the living room.

"Mom, I want to go home."

After Du Jingyuan was brought to Zhong's house, he had said this sentence many times, but Zhong qingran refused it.

This time, of course, there is no exception.

"Xiaoyuan is good. You live with your mother these days. You should be obedient, you know?"

Zhong qingran's voice sounded like love, but she pushed her son's hands away, but she betrayed her true indifference.

How can such a mother really love her own child when she is not allowed to get close to her own son?

Du Jingyuan, who was pushed away, clenched his hands together, and his small body was even tighter, just like a root Xuan, which could be stretched at any time.

"Mom, I really want to go home."

Du Jingyuan's voice was a bit of a cry, even with obvious grievances..

In the past, every time he came to his grandparents' house, he would feel very unhappy because they would say bad things about his father and his mother in front of him every time, so he didn't like to come to his grandparents' house.

But he didn't expect that the place his mother said to take him to play was grandpa's and grandma's house.

Moreover, after his mother took him to his grandparents' house, she didn't play with him. She just took him home and talked to them. She didn't care about him at all.

Thinking of this, Du Jingyuan felt even more aggrieved. He didn't know when the original miss for his mother completely disappeared.

"Oh, what's home? Your parents have divorced. Your mother lives here now. This is your mother's home and your home. "

Hearing Du Jingyuan's words, Mrs. Zhong, who was sitting in the main seat, immediately said in a strange way, "but if you want to go back to Du's house, it's not impossible.

As long as you can get your father to remarry your mother, you can go back to whichever side you want. "

As soon as Zhong's mother spoke, Du Jingyuan, ten, dared not speak any more. His hands, which had been tightly held together, were tightly held, because they were too hard, and they were a little white.