The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

On the weekend, An Wanqing came to the annex early in the morning and said she would be here for the next few days. Mu Qianxi guessed that she was having a quarrel with Uncle Leng again.

When Leng Che was away, Mu Qianxi heard some things about his childhood from Aunt An, and also learned the reason why he had such a bad relationship with his grandfather.

Even when An Wanqing recalled this incident, her voice still trembled a little: "He never treated Xiao Che as his grandson. What he did to Xiao Che was more cruel than what a stranger would do. He once deliberately abandoned Xiao Che, who was only 8 years old, on the deserted grassland without telling Mo Xuan and me. During the six months he was missing, I couldn't imagine how he survived."

Unexpectedly, Leng Che actually experienced such a thing when he was a child. Mu Qianxi's heart ached as she heard it.

"Then how did you find him?"

"We sent people to search for him all over the place for half a year, and finally found him in a village in the city of D City, in a dark and damp tin house on the top floor. The house was rented by an old man and his mentally ill son, and Xiao Che lived with them for half a year. When we found him, the old man had been dead for nearly a week, and the eight-year-old Xiao Che was guarding the old man's body and taking care of his son. I can't imagine how long he would have to live alone with a corpse and a mentally ill person if he hadn't been found in time." An Wanqing said, her eyes unconsciously red, and she felt very uncomfortable. "When we first found him, he didn't want to recognize us, let alone go with us. I cried and asked him, don't you want your mother? Do you know what he said at the time? He said, you don't want me anymore."

Because of this incident, she has always felt guilty, blaming herself for believing that Leng Songyan would treat Leng Che sincerely, and blaming herself for not protecting him well.

Mu Qianxi remained silent, as if any words were too pale. The more she understood Leng Che, the more she wanted to cherish him.

"Even if he is Mo Xuan's father, I will not forgive him easily." Seeing that she was silent, An Wanqing calmed down and asked gently, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Mu Qianxi shook her head: "No, I just think that he has been very strong since he was a child."

"Yes. We have to ask this strong man to come and accompany us." After saying that, An Wanqing took out her cell phone and made a call.

"What's wrong?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded confused and cold.

"Come to the lounge and chat. What are you doing hiding in the study by yourself?"

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Hearing this, he wanted to hang up the phone, but finally gave in, his tone full of helplessness, "Didn't you send me to the study to read?"

"...I'm sorry, I forgot. Xiao Che, come down and chat with us." An Wanqing smiled gently, and the expectation and warmth were transmitted to Leng Che's ears through her voice without any error.

"Leng Che, come and chat! Hurry up!" Mu Qianxi also said loudly into the phone, her excitement evident in her words.

"Got it." He really couldn't stand the two people's bombardment in turn.

That night, Leng Moxuan and the housekeeper Zhuge came to the secondary residence together.

An Wanqing, who was originally joking with Mu Qianxi, suddenly turned unhappy. It was more like she was acting coquettishly than being upset, and was grumbling and waiting for someone to coax her.

Since the day she moved in, Mu Qianxi had never seen Uncle Leng appear here. She was puzzled at first, until she caught a glimpse of a red rose in his hand. She instantly felt like she was being fed dog food, and the grapes in her hand no longer smelled good.

Mu Qianxi silently stood up from An Wanqing's side, moved her position, and sat next to Leng Che. From now on, she wanted to be a quiet spectator.

"Xiao Xi, sit back." An Wanqing realized that Mu Qianxi was giving up her seat to Leng Moxuan. How could she allow that when she was so angry?

"Ah?" Mu Qianxi looked up at Leng Moxuan's expression, and her hair stood up instantly. She didn't know whether to stand or sit, and she was so flustered that she forgot to swallow the grapes in her mouth. Leng Che and Leng Moxuan were indeed father and son, and a look could kill people.

She tremblingly put down the fruit basket of grapes in her hand, turned to Leng Che for help, and smiled on the surface, but in fact she was in pain: "Ahaha, Leng Che, I suddenly feel a little hungry, why don't we go find something to eat."

I have to find an excuse to escape from the battlefield.

Leng Che knew very well that his parents' conflict needed to be resolved by both parties separately, so he acquiesced to Mu Qianxi's proposal.

Mu Qianxi quickly stood up.

"Wait a moment."

Uncle Leng suddenly spoke, which made Mu Qianxi feel cold. He said a few words to Zhuge, and Zhuge took out 500 yuan from his wallet and put it in her hand.

What the hell?! What is this for? Mu Qianxi’s eyes widened.

"You guys go out for a midnight snack." Leng Moxuan said coldly.

This move obviously meant that he was not only trying to get rid of them, but also trying to get them far away. He would do anything to remove all obstacles in order to pursue his wife.

It is usually difficult to go out at night, but I didn’t expect that today not only would I be allowed to go out, but I would also be given start-up capital. This made Mu Qianxi very excited.

"Thank you, uncle!" Mu Qianxi thanked him repeatedly, pulled Leng Che up and quickly ran away.

"I want to eat too." An Wanqing stood up and was about to follow, but was stopped by Leng Moxuan.

"Qing'er, there is no place for you."

"..., stingy!" An Wanqing glanced at him, shook off his hand, and sat back in her seat angrily.