But it was precisely her being like this that made him unable to resist teasing her.
Just teasing is one thing, he really didn’t want to make his little wife angry.
The ti they had together was already short, he just wanted to use this limited ti to love and spoil her, how could he bear to make her angry?
Her hand was gently touched by a large hand, An Ran deliberately turned her head to the other side, looking at the tulips in the garden, puffing her little cheeks.
"Sweetheart, I’m sorry," seeing An Ran ignoring him, Mu Xingfeng directly grabbed her hand and gently pulled her into his arms.
"What’s wrong?" An Ran turned her gaze, slightly raising her chin to ask.
"Shouldn’t have called you sweetheart, should’ve said you’re still a young wife..."
"Hooligan Mu, you keep talking, you keep talking."
Before the man could finish, An Ran clenched her fist and started hitting him.
This man, really gives him an inch and he’ll take a mile, I shouldn’t have answered him just now.
Her little fist hit the man, that small amount of force only served as a tickle for him.
Mu Xingfeng grabbed her little fist, "Sweetheart, stop hitting, I feel pain."
"I want you to feel pain, serves you right for talking nonsense."
"I’m heartbroken, afraid your hand will hurt while hitting ." Mu Xingfeng held her hand, speaking tenderly.
An Ran: "..."
Instructor Mu’s sweet talk skill is online again.
Haha, indeed this man’s words are toxic, where is she now? What did she just do? Was she angry?
An Ran just felt that the man in front of her was glowing with special effects, his whole body shimring with golden light, and his eyes even deeper with affection and repentance.
Taking advantage of the little one’s daze, Mu Xingfeng directly pulled her into his arms.
"Ouch!"
Sothing jabbed her, making An Ran call out in pain, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a whistle made from a bullet.
"If it hadn’t jabbed , I would’ve forgotten about this thing," An Ran smiled with her eyes forming crescents, placing the whistle to her lips and blowing hard.
The crisp whistle sound was very pleasant, she blew several tis before stopping.
Mu Xingfeng recognized that whistle, it was the one Old Mr. Shen gave An Ran today, saying it was gifted by her uncle Shen Che.
Seeing the girl playing happily, Mu Xingfeng felt a bit jealous and said, "Your uncle just returns once to the country and gives you this kind of thing, really stingy."
"No way, I think this gift is great, very morable, plus, my uncle didn’t even know I existed. Him giving this whistle must be one of his personal belongings."
The whistle looked polished bright, clearly often played with in hand.
Through this whistle, An Ran could almost imagine Shen Che’s mood when gifting her this whistle, she felt a warm sense of being cherished and loved by family.
Thinking this, An Ran brought the whistle to her mouth and blew again.
"Stop blowing it," Mu Xingfeng reached out and snatched the whistle, "If you like it, I’ll make you one later, you’re not allowed to blow this whistle anymore."
Upon hearing An Ran say it was one of Shen Che’s personal belongings, Mu Xingfeng felt even more uncomfortable, thinking this Shen Che was too shaless, gifting his little wife such a thing.
Her little whistle taken away, An Ran felt a bit upset, but seeing Mu Xingfeng flipping through the whistle with a dark face, she suddenly understood, bursting into laughter, "Mu Xingfeng, I say, you won’t even spare a whistle? That’s my uncle."
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