, please stop talking. Take me to see my younger brother," Menglan said with a slight curl of her lips, stopping him.However, she probably only has Uncle Zhao in this world who is willing to believe h...When mentioned, Menglan subconsciously raised her eyes and looked towards Liu Niancheng.

After all, he was just a child. Facing such a situation, his whole body trembled slightly out of fear.

Seeing this, Menglan finally calmed down, letting out a soft sigh. "What do you want to do"

Feng Mu's arm slid slightly downward, pulling her waist closer to him. He leaned against her ear and whispered softly, "Relax a bit, today is Children's Day, I just want to be with the children."

Accompany the child...

Feng Mu's tone carried a hint of pleading, which caused Meng Lan's brows to furrow slightly. As if she had realized something, she spoke again, reminding him,

"You and Niancheng..."

"He came to find me." Feng Mu's gaze was earnest, "Meng Lan, you can't hide it. Blood ties cannot be severed."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Menglan's face changed dramatically.

But soon, she accepted this reality, curving her lips into a wry smile.

What is it saying

Blood ties are truly a remarkable thing. Just looking at Cheng's resemblance to Feng Mu, it's hard not to wonder if they are actually father and son.

She can't keep it a secret forever.

Mulan took a deep breath, pulling herself out of Feng Mu's embrace. She walked over to Nian Cheng and crouched down beside him.

“Mommy,” Liu Niancheng hugged her tightly, his eyes red. “Did he bully you again Now I’m here to protect you. We’ll drive him away together!”

“Mommy is fine.” Menglan gently raised her hand to caress his cheek, her gaze extremely serious as she reminded him, “Niancheng, I didn’t tell you the truth before because I thought you were too young, but since you already found out, there’s no need to hide it anymore.”

"Feng Mu is your father, and he wants to come and spend Children's Day with you. Do you agree"

After much deliberation, Menglan still felt that seeing her father was something that required the young boy's consent.

Listening to her words, Liu Niancheng's eyes had a glimmer.

But then, he reached out and clutched Meng Lan's sleeve tightly, his voice pleading, "I'll listen to Mommy. If you don't like him, I won't see him."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Lan's heart ached violently.

Her own son was too well-behaved, so he wouldn't say anything, but she could tell how much he longed for his father.

Dream Orchid didn't say much. She gently stroked Liu Niancheng's head, soothing him softly.

"Then let him stay and keep you company for a day."

As expected, although Liu Niancheng's fingers were tightly clenched at his clothes, there was perhaps a glimmer of excitement in his dark eyes.

Feng Mu carried his things and followed the mother and son into the house. Meng Lan took out a pair of brand-new slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to him, "Wear these."

"Hmm." Feng Mu handed the package to Meng Lan and explained in a low voice, "You probably haven't had lunch yet, right This is some vegetables and meat I bought at the supermarket before I came. Let's make a hot pot."

Menglan's brow was furrowed.

But thinking of his son, he still reached out and took it. "Alright, you stay with Niancheng, I'll go to the kitchen to get the ingredients."

This is simply to give the father and son some time alone together.

After all, it's just this day!

Seeing Menglan walk towards the kitchen, Feng Mu changed into his slippers and walked into the living room, his gaze sweeping around.

The small villa was only two floors high and not very big. The furniture inside was estimated to be picked up from the second-hand market, with few decorations and mostly made use of waste materials.

But Menglan was decorated very warmly. As soon as you walked in, you could see a height chart on the wall, recording Niancheng's growth from small to large.

The life of the two, mother and son, was not bad.

Only… he was missing.

"I warn you, don't bully my mommy, or... I won't see you ever again!" Suddenly, his thigh suddenly felt heavy. Liu Niancheng tightly hugged his thigh, his little face contorted with anger.

But after all, they are just children, and there is still a bit of cuteness in their eyes.

"You little rascal, is that how you talk to your father" Feng Mu raised his hand and pinched his cheek, his voice tinged with doting, "Your mommy takes such good care of you, why would I bully her"

"Ouch~", the little fellow cried out in pain, but looking at Feng Mu's eyes, there was a little less vigilance, "Alright, you said it, you do it."

"I'm your father, don't you believe me" Feng Mu stood up, looking down at the small figure below him with a serious expression. "Being disrespectful to elders is not something my son, Feng Mu, would do. Call me father."

Liu Niancheng snorted coldly.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, his eyes flickered and he spoke, reminding him,

"You can call me dad if you want, as long as you don't make things difficult for my mom and can make her happy, then I'll accept it."

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of bitterness appeared in Feng Mu's eyes.

It's not difficult to spare Menglan any embarrassment.

But he understood Menglan better than anyone else, and wanting to make her happy was probably an impossible task.

"Okay, I promise you." Feng Mu squatted down, meeting Liu Niancheng's gaze and reminding him seriously, "But I think for your mommy, having you by her side is the happiest thing. So, let's go together to cheer her up, okay"

"Hmm!" He would do anything to protect his mommy.

Feng Mu smiled and patted his head, then raised his hand to give him a high five in mid-air.

And as Menglan walked out of the kitchen with a hot pot, she saw this harmonious scene between the father and son, her face showing surprise.

When did they get this bad

"Dinner is ready." Menglan reminded in a low voice, carrying the hot pot to the table.

"Wow, this smells amazing!" Liu Niancheng's eyes sparkled with excitement as he grabbed Feng Mu's arm and pulled him towards the table. "Let me tell you, this seasoning was made by my mom herself, it's extra fragrant~"

Feng Mu raised his eyes and looked at Meng Lan, a light smile curling his lips. "Is that so Then I'd better taste it properly."

The little guy was particularly excited today. He bit his finger and suddenly thought of something, “Oh yeah, Mommy planted a lot of watermelon in the yard, it’s so sweet! I’ll go pick some now.”

" Niancheng, eat first..."

Menglan couldn't hold him back at all. The little fellow's feet skipped on the ground as he ran toward the melon patch.

Looking at her back, Menglan couldn't help but feel a headache. She silently vowed to herself that she would focus on teaching her son how to be frugal in the future, or he might even give away the whole house.

"Let him play, he's just a child." Feng Mu smiled helplessly, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and dispersed them one by one, "Niancheng's personality is like yours, very enthusiastic."

Meng Lan pursed her lips, but there was no emotion on her delicate face.

After a while, she felt something was off and asked in a low voice, “Liance never gets close to outsiders. What method did you just use”

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