"Mom..." While Song Qiao was lost in thought, a tender, childish voice ca from the kitchen door, it was Song Nianhuan.
Song Qiao quickly snapped out of her thoughts, put down the soup ladle, and turned to walk towards the door. As she reached the door, she saw poor little Song Nianhuan holding her tiny belly, walking towards her with short steps. Instantly, Song Qiao’s face took on a tender look, and she bent down to pick up the little girl, speaking gently, "What’s wrong, sweetheart? Weren’t you watching TV with Uncle in the living room?"
The little girl wrapped her small, soft arms around her mommy’s neck, nuzzled her little face against her, and then looked at Song Qiao pitifully, saying, "Mom, when can we eat? I’m so hungry..."
Song Qiao paused and instinctively glanced at the wall clock in the living room, realizing it was already past twelve thirty. Usually, Mu Shinian seldom cos ho for lunch, often eating at a restaurant near the company. The little girl’s al routine was very punctual, typically having lunch between twelve and twelve thirty. Whether with her, with Chu Munan or with Ji Sifan and them, she always eats on ti.
She’s probably developed this habit since she started understanding things, so she gets really hungry past her al ti. Seeing her looking so pitifully hungry, Song Qiao felt sorry for her and quickly said, "Sweetie, just wait a little longer, your uncle will be back soon, and then we can eat..."
The little girl pouted but said nothing more, just nuzzled against Song Qiao’s neck.
...
When Mu Shinian returned ho with Lu Yulin, it was about one o’clock. The little girl, too hungry to bear it, had been given an apple to munch on by Song Qiao. The little girl didn’t really like apples, but she was so hungry, and there were no other snacks at ho, so she sat with a dejected face next to Ji Sifan, nibbling on the apple.
As soon as she heard a noise from the door, Song Nianhuan’s eyes lit up, and she jumped off the sofa, placing the half-eaten apple on the table, and ran towards the door with her short legs.
Ji Sifan had just finished watching a soccer match and was idly browsing through his phone. He heard the sudden movent beside him, turned his head, and saw the little girl running outside, raising an eyebrow slightly, he couldn’t help but say, "Slow down, watch out for those short little legs of yours, so you don’t trip over."
Song Nianhuan was running just fine, but hearing Ji Sifan’s words, she really lost her balance as he predicted, and actually fell.
Ji Sifan, watching the little girl sprawled out on the ground, was montarily speechless...
He really spoke it into existence.
The little girl was feeling quite overshadowed at the mont, sprawled out on the floor not wanting to get up. Why does this uncle always do this?
The door was unlocked from the outside, and as Mu Shinian opened the door, he was first stunned seeing Song Nianhuan on the floor, then shocked, quickly stepping in and picking her up. The mont she was lifted, her small face wore a pathetically adorable expression.
Knowing she was fine, given that the house was carpeted, the fall wasn’t much of an issue, Mu Shinian jokingly said, "Little Huanhuan, you don’t need to give such a grand greeting for uncle coming ho, you know?"
The expression on the little girl’s face instantly beca indescribable, changing rapidly, almost making her a little expression queen.
Lu Yulin, who was standing behind Mu Shinian, looking at the little girl suddenly appearing carried by him, froze, especially when he heard Mu Shinian refer to himself as ’uncle’. It was like discovering a big secret, and it felt as though an electric current ran through him from head to toe.
Even though Song Nianhuan didn’t really resemble the little one beside his second uncle, the mont he saw her, he was sure she was also his second uncle’s daughter...
Judging by her appearance and age, she should be about the sa age as the little one with the second uncle...
With this thought appearing in his mind, he was almost sure that this little girl and the little one beside his second uncle were twins...
Twins, or fraternal twins, don’t always look alike, and he’s seen lots of them.
Seeing Song Nianhuan, particularly her big bright eyes, looking so adorable, Lu Yulin had the urge to rush forward, snatch her from Mu Shinian’s arms, and carry her himself.
But he restrained himself, as he didn’t want to frighten the little girl.
Technically speaking, this little girl should be considered his cousin...
Being held by Mu Shinian, after whispering for a bit, the little girl only then noticed Lu Yulin standing by the door, watching her intently.
Seeing the sudden appearance of a strange man, the little girl wasn’t afraid, knowing both uncle and uncle were with her.
She blinked her big bright eyes at Lu Yulin, then turned to Mu Shinian and asked, "Uncle, who is he?"
Mu Shinian looked back at Lu Yulin, thought for a mont, and explained, "He’s a friend of your uncle’s."
Song Qiao had long heard the commotion outside from the kitchen and ca out with the tableware, imdiately spotting Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin standing by the door.
When she saw Lu Yulin again, she initially thought she might have an emotional reaction, but now felt a calmness inside. After placing the tableware on the dining table, she walked towards Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin, smiling gently at him, "Co in, don’t stand at the door, you can wash your hands and eat..."
Hearing Song Qiao’s voice, Lu Yulin snapped back to reality. Seeing her filled him with excitent. When Song Qiao married his second uncle, not only was he satisfied with her, but he also liked her...of course, this affection was a junior’s admiration for an elder.
After all, Song Qiao treated him well; whenever he visited the Mu Mansion to play with Mu Shinian, she always cooked delicious food for them.
Song Qiao noticed the excitent in Lu Yulin’s eyes, said no more, smiled, and continued, "Initially, I didn’t know you were in Paris, nor that Shinian had t you, so I didn’t prepare the dishes you like. If you don’t mind, you can stay for dinner."
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