Chapter 63 Mu Xiaobai wants to change his name

He has a very good voice in school and a straightforward style, just like a professional announcer.

Mu Xiaobai listened very seriously.

Mu Ya quietly went upstairs.

No matter how Yu Shaoqian is, it is undeniable that he is really a good father.

He is busy at a high position, but he still has the patience to accompany Mu Xiaobai to study. It makes sense that Mu Xiaobai can like him so quickly.

After she leaves, I believe Mu Xiaobai will live a happy life.

But if she can't live with Mu Xiaobai then, how sad would she be?

Mu Yajing couldn't even think about it.

It must be very painful.

Mu Yajing smiled bitterly across her lips.

No matter how painful it hurts, it will pass.

Life always needs to continue.

As long as she is doing well for Mu Xiaobai, she can give everything.

After tidying up the wardrobe, there was nothing wrong, so Mu Yajing simply took out the wool and knitting needles.

She bought it specially.

She wanted to make some sweaters for Mu Xiaobai before leaving.

I usually have no time to accompany Mu Xiaobai, so Mu Yajing started knitting sweaters when she has time.

Perhaps because she knitted her sweater seriously, she even forgot about time.

Until a servant came to knock on the door.

"Miss Mu, the young master is going to sleep."

Mu Yajing was shocked.

She glanced at the time and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

She hurriedly stood up: "Where is Xiaobai? I'll carry him to sleep."

"Sir, holding the young master, sir, let me talk to you." said the servant.

Mu Yajing understood the meaning of the servant.

She held the sweater and said, "Then I'll go out first and let them in."

Mu Ya calmed down the stairs and happened to hit Yu Shaoqian who was going up the stairs.

Yu Shaoqian held Mu Xiaobai in his arms.

Xiaobai was sleeping so hard that he was about to flow down his saliva.

When he saw Mu Yajing, Yu Shaoqian pretended that he didn't see him and left straight.

Mu Yajing sighed in her heart.

Is men so angry?

Mu Xiaobai is going to sleep. He clearly can tell, but he wants a servant to tell him.

But after thinking about it, Mu Yajing figured it out again.

Yu Shaoqian has always been arrogant and sought after by everyone. When has such a man been rejected by women? What's more, in Yu Shaoqian's eyes, Mu Yajing is a woman who is dedicated to currying favor with him.

Yu Shaoqian must be very unhappy when he was rejected by such a woman.

Mu Yajing walked to the living room.

She sat on the sofa.

She suppressed all the thoughts about Yu Shaoqian and knitted her sweater carefully.

About twenty minutes later, Mu Yajing heard the sound of footsteps.

Even the sound of footsteps was noble, and there was no one else except Yu Shaoqian.

Mu Yajing didn't look up.

She thought that Yu Shaoqian was just passing by. After all, the man just saw her on the stairs and didn't even talk to her, and it was impossible for him to come to find her.

However, the footsteps fell in front of her and stopped.

Mu Yajing's breathing condensed slightly.

After a while, she raised her head and happened to meet Yu Shaoqian's condescending gaze.

The man's vision is deep and quiet, like a thousand-year-old ancient pond with no end to see, and like a magical black hole that can suck people in.

"Mu Xiaobai." Yu Shaoqian's voice was deep: "I want to change my name."

Mu Yajing's heart was thrilled.

She knew that there would be such a day, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

When Mu Xiaobai entered the Yu family, it was impossible for her mother to still have the surname of her father.

"You can't follow your surname." Yu Shaoqian said again.

The lights in the living room fell on his noble face, and his handsome facial features looked a little cold and cold.

Mu Yajing tightened her hands.

"Oh, I understand." Mu Yajing said.

In a simple sentence, it contains loss and discomfort.

The sourness in this tone made Yu Shaoqian frown slightly.

For some reason, seeing Mu Yajing's appearance, it seemed like some blunt weapon hit his heart hard.

He even subconsciously wanted to comfort Mu Yajing for a few words.

But he was swallowed by Yu Shaoqian again.

He thought of what Mu Yajing said last night, and Mu Yajing's ungratefulness, Yu Shaoqian turned around and left.

After Yu Shaoqian left, Mu Yajing put the yarn in her hand aside.

She buried her head in her arms.

She has raised a child for so many years, and if she wants to give another man a surname, she will take the man's surname.

She didn't know how to talk about her mood, but in short, she was very depressed and uncomfortable.

After a long time, Mu Yajing raised her head.

She continued to pick up her sweater and knit.

Life has to continue, and it is useless for her to feel uncomfortable.

Besides, she had already agreed to herself that she could do anything for Mu Xiaobai's sake.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the night outside the window cannot be melted like ink.

This is Yu Shaoqian's third time coming to the living room.

Two times before, he just stood on the stairs and didn't go down.

He is looking at whether the lights in the living room are turned off.

If it doesn't turn it off, it proves that Mu Yajing is still below.

The third time was almost early morning.

The lights in the living room are still on.

Yu Shaoqian tightened his brows.

It's so late, what does that woman want to do when she sits in the living room before she sleeps?

Originally, no matter how late Mu Yajing went to bed, it had nothing to do with him.

The lights on the living room were like needles that stabbed people straight into his eyes.

He may not come here, but the peigen is coming again.

It seemed that only when the light went out Mu Yajing went to rest, the needle in her eyes could be pulled out.

Yu Shaoqian thought of Mu Yajing's disappointed appearance just now.

She was so disappointed because Mu Xiaobai wanted to change her name and that she didn't go to bed so late?

Although I can't see what Mu Yajing is in now.

But Yu Shaoqian's mind was very similar to the scene.

Mu Yajing sat on the sofa in dismay, her face pale.
To be continued...