Mu Bei suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to answer such a question.
His face remained expressionless, silent.
But in Little Youyou’s eyes, it ant: This uncle doesn’t want to talk to her!
"Uncle, do you not like ?" She blinked, rare to appear a bit timid.
"No..." Mu Bei replied earnestly.
"Uncle, what’s your na?"
"Miss You, just call Mu Bei."
"Why don’t you smile?" Little Youyou’s extrely radiant smile blood in her black eyes, looking at him, "Uncle, if you smile, you’d definitely look handso."
Mu Bei was a very serious person, and the word ’smile’ never appeared in his daily life.
With a stiff face, he intended to force a smile, which turned out uglier than crying.
Little Youyou beca lancholic. It seed this uncle really didn’t like her.
She sighed, ready to turn back dispiritedly.
"Um... Uncle usually..."
Finally hearing a voice behind her, Little Youyou imdiately turned her head, her big eyes staring at him without blinking.
"Usually only plays with... guns." Mu Bei regarded Gu Annan as his master, devoted his lifeti to serving him, and naturally to his daughter as well.
In front of them, he never lied.
Little Youyou was taken aback but felt a bit excited, fiddling with her fingers, said, "Uncle Mu Bei, actually you don’t look like an uncle at all, you look so young, can I call you brother?"
Over there, Little Momo almost choked on his juice when he heard Little Youyou’s words.
Showing affection without reason!
"Anything is fine, Miss You." Mu Bei replied blandly.
Little Youyou squinted with a smile, "Brother Mu Bei! Can you teach to play with guns?"
Mu Bei: "..."
"He ans real guns, not water guns." Little Momo shrugged helplessly, giving Mu Bei a sympathetic glance.
"I ant real guns too!" Little Youyou’s little face was serious, those people in dramas with guns defeating the bad guys are so cool!
Mu Bei looked down at this little one: "..."
He swiftly pulled out a black handgun from behind his waist, held it in his hand, and handed it over.
Little Momo saw this and jumped off the stool in an instant.
He really took it out!
"However, guns are generally used to kill people." Mu Bei told Little Youyou.
Little Youyou was about to take it, but hearing his words, her small chubby hands imdiately withdrew.
She nervously looked at Mu Bei, "Brother Mu Bei, have you ever killed soone?"
Mu Bei thought about it, this kind of thing didn’t seem suitable to tell a five-year-old child.
Not wanting to lie, he chose silence in the end.
A taxi suddenly arrived at the mansion’s entrance, and a girl in her twenties got out, carrying a suitcase.
The entrance imdiately beca lively, with several servants coming out to greet her.
"Miss Jin is back, Miss Jin is finally back."
"Why does Miss Jin have so little luggage?"
"Is there more luggage coming?"
Gu Anjin was wearing the simplest T-shirt and jeans, waving to the servants and then letting the driver leave.
"Is that all?" The servant found it odd; if Miss Jin was coming back, she’d have at least several suitcases.
Why only a small one this ti, what could it hold? Besides, she seed to be in a hurry.
"By the way, any strangers appeared here these past two days?" Gu Anjin asked, suddenly rembering after taking two steps.
The servant shook her head, "It’s all been family these past two days, by the way, the young master is also back, but he went out with Miss Lu."
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