One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Mu Mu has already spoken, and Mu Dongling has no right to say 'no' - mainly because it is useless to say it.

At this time, Mu Dongling was leaning on the sofa, looking at Ling Qiong walking back and forth, lost in thought.

What's her idea...

Mu Dongling didn't believe that she had such kindness.

It must be holding back bad thoughts.

"Brother Mu, do you want to go upstairs?" Ling Qiong asked him suddenly.

Mu Dongling's expression changed, and he refused on the spot: "No, it's fine here."

"...Really?" The little girl was obviously disappointed, and she said dejectedly: "Then let me know when you want to go upstairs."

Mu Dongling: "..."

No! He didn't want to go upstairs.

Ling Qiong tidied up the living room and rubbed against the sofa, "Do you want a drink of water?"

Mu Dongling shook his head with a wooden face.

"Do you want to eat fruit?"

Mu Dongling continued to shake his head.

"snack?"

Mu Dongling ignored her, turned on the TV, and randomly changed channels without purpose.

Ling Qiong was chattering non-stop, and Mu Dongling felt that there was an extra lark in the room.

Feel……

Quite weird.

Mu Dongling was wary of Lingqiong's tricks, but after half a morning, she didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and she didn't even quarrel with him.

Even weirder.

Mu Dongling decided to ignore Lingqiong.

The little girl wants to see his jokes, but there is no way! -

Ling Qiong said that she was taking care of Mu Dongling, but it was just giving him three meals a day.

He asked him if he would drink water or eat fruit, but she didn't seem to want to move at all.

After Mu Dongling observed the results, his heart was inexplicably relieved.

If she came for real, he didn't know what to do.

Because he didn't keep her voluntarily, Mu Dongling didn't really want to talk to Ling Qiong.

At the end of the day, the two of them didn't say a few words...

"At this point, you're still not going back?" Mu Dongling looked at the time and urged Lingqiong who was paralyzed beside him more comfortably than him.

Ling Qiong was playing games with her mobile phone in her arms, but she didn't raise her head when she heard the words, "I'm sleeping here."

Mu Dongling was startled by Lingqiong's straightforwardness: "What did you say?"

Just go the wrong way and stay here.

Still want to sleep here?

What is she thinking!

Lingqiong repeated: "I sleep here."

"Why do you sleep here?" Mu Dongling didn't know what to put on his face: "Your house is mortgaged?"

The little girl didn't know if she had listened or not, so she responded indiscriminately, "Yes."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Xu Shi noticed Mu Dongling's "cannibalism" gaze, and Ling Qiong pulled his attention out of the game.

The paralyzed body sat up straight in an instant, folded his hands on his thighs, and said obediently: "Brother Mu, I live here to take care of you conveniently."

"I haven't died for so many days, and I won't die today." Mu Dongling smiled, "You can rest assured."

"Then who knows when the accident will come, what if it is tonight?" Ling Qiong analyzed seriously: "I am here, you are safe."

Mu Dongling: "..."

Is it because you don’t curse yourself that you feel uncomfortable?

She is here, she is not safe.

Mu Dongling: "Do you think it's appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room?"

Appropriate!

It couldn't be more suitable!

Lingqiong suppressed her excitement and said, "I don't mind."

Mu Dongling: "I mind."

Ling Qiong collapsed back again, "Then don't you mind, I won't leave anyway." After speaking, she smiled at him provocatively.

Mu Dongling: "Zhuang Mianmian, when did you become so thick-skinned?"

In the background sound of the game, Mu Dongling heard her mutter something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

The little girl looked up and looked at him blankly and innocently: "I didn't say anything."

That tone, that demeanor, was as honest as it could be.

I couldn't bear to suspect that what she said was false.

Mu Dongling: "..."

Or was he hallucinating?

Mu Dongling couldn't drive Ling Qiong away, so he looked upstairs aggrievedly, thinking about the possibility of going upstairs by himself.

In the end, Mu Dongling gave up on this possibility, lay down on the sofa, pulled the blanket over it, and turned his back to her.

"Turn off the sound, it's too noisy."

"What's so fierce..."

Ling Qiong hummed and chirped twice, and turned her voice into silence.

After a few minutes, Mu Dongling said again: "Turn off the lights."

Ling Qiong: "..."

Ling Qiong took a deep breath, gave herself a smile, and got up to turn off the light.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the entire space was plunged into darkness, with only a little moonlight pouring in through the gaps in the curtains that were not drawn tightly.

Mu Dongling heard occasional slight sounds behind him.

The voice that could be ignored in the past seemed to be infinitely amplified at this time, constantly ringing in his ears.

Mu Dongling didn't know what he was thinking, and sleepiness gradually swept over him.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly awakened by a sound behind him.

It was as if something on the coffee table had been touched.

He lay still.

Someone is approaching from behind.

Mu Dongling closed his eyes.

He could feel the person behind him standing for a moment, then walking away again.

After a while, his body sank, and there was an extra thin blanket.

The other party covered him with a thin blanket carefully, and then stepped back lightly.

When there was no sound from behind, Mu Dongling stretched out his hand and pulled the edge of the thin blanket, full of suspicion in his heart.

According to her usual temper.

It would be the best of humanity not to turn the temperature down.

He will also cover him with a thin blanket... Heh, it's impossible to dream.

I can't understand Xiao Qingmei who always likes to fight against him more and more.

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Mu Dongling couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but was woken up by the movement in the kitchen the next day.

He sat up on the sofa and looked towards the dining room.

There is a partition door between the living room and the dining room, and Mu Dongling can't see that side.

The maid is back?

Mu Dongling was wondering when he saw someone coming out from there.

Dressed like a young lady who was about to walk on the red carpet, she came out with a piece of bread in her mouth.

Meeting his gaze, the eldest lady didn't feel anything wrong, took down the bread, and said naturally: "You're awake."

Mu Dongling: "..."

"It's just right, breakfast is ready. You can wash it and come over to eat...or should I bring it to you?"

Mu Dongling wasn't so useless yet.

He went to wash in a strange mood.

After entering the dining room, looking at the breakfast on the table, he asked uncertainly, "You made this?"

"Of course?" Ling Qiong sat across from her.

Mu Dongling questioned again: "Can you cook?"

"Brother Mu, after all, my family is engaged in catering, so what's so strange about me being able to cook? Professional!" Ling Qiong praised herself.

Mu Dongling: "..."

This is true.

But she grew up being held in the palm of her hand since she was a child.

I'm afraid I haven't been in the kitchen a few times, and I still cook...

"You didn't buy this from outside, did you?" He couldn't believe it, she did it herself.

Lingqiong frowned, expressing her dissatisfaction: "Why should I lie to you, what good is it for me?"

Mu Dongling: "..."

Who knows if you are trying to cheat my trust!

"Do you want to eat?" Ling Qiong stared at him, angrily said, "It's impossible for others to eat the food I cooked with my own hands, so cherish it, don't know what's good or bad."

Mu Dongling really wanted to say: I didn't let you do it.

But at last he endured it and ate in silence.