Chapter 812: Doudou's Words
So desperate to want his life?
Mu Lianfeng didn't care about himself, even if he died, so what?
But Doudou and Zhao Yuner...
Mu Lianfeng didn't want the two of them to suffer any harm.
Fortunately, my days have come through the pretext of mining...
Otherwise, being in Zhao Yuner's house for so long would inevitably be discovered.
Although Zhao Yuner is not in danger now, but if he continues to stay, there will always be a time when he will be discovered.
"Arrange a few secret guards to come over to protect Madam and Young Master." Mu Lianfeng ordered.
"Yes!" Mo Yan nodded heavily in response.
He was preparing such a proposal with Mu Lianfeng in his heart.
Thinking about what happened before, Mo Yan still felt lingering fears.
What if it happened again?
The master and servant chatted for a while before Mo Yan went back.
After resting early in the evening, after doing so much work every day, Mu Lianfeng felt tired and panicked. Very sleepy at night.
But Mu Lianfeng couldn't sleep because of his busy work. Instead, I lit a lamp and wrote and painted under the lamp.
Doudou lay on the table and stayed with Mu Lianfeng for a while.
These days, Doudou has been studying with Mu Lianfeng when he has time, but he can recognize a lot of words.
Today, he can recite thousands of characters, hundreds of family names, and many poems.
Although Doudou is small, his memory is very good, and many things can be remembered by just reciting them a little bit twice.
This is somewhat similar to Mu Lianfeng. Seeing his son so smart, Mu Lianfeng felt a touch of warmth in his heart.
The best thing I've made in my life, I'm afraid it's Peas.
If it wasn't for what happened back then, there wouldn't be such a cute little bun.
Doudou seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and met Mu Lianfeng's tender eyes.
Doudou raised her small face and smiled sweetly at Mu Lianfeng, "Dad, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing, Daddy sees what you wrote." Mu Lianfeng smiled.
When Mu Lianfeng said this, Doudou did not hold back, but took out his own writing and showed it to Mu Lianfeng, "Daddy, look at how Doudou wrote."
Mu Lianfeng glanced at it, Doudou was only three years old, and he had not studied for a long time, but his writing was very neat.
It looks like, if you practice well, it is estimated that your calligraphy will be very good in the future.
"Daddy, how's it going?" Doudou's eyes rolled, looking at Mu Lianfeng expectantly.
Children naturally want to be praised by their parents, and Doudou is no exception.
Mu Lianfeng did not hesitate to praise himself, and said to Doudou, "Doudou is great, very good."
Doudou grinned happily, "Well, Doudou will work harder."
"Dear, don't worry, you are still young now, don't work so hard, go to sleep first."
Mu Lianfeng noticed that Doudou was yawning from time to time, and persuaded him.
Doudou responded very obediently, "Okay, daddy, daddy needs to go to bed early."
The corner of Mu Lianfeng's mouth evoked a warm smile, "I know, Daddy will sleep when he's done."
"Then Daddy Doudou went to sleep."
"Go!"
Doudou neatly climbed onto the bed and lay down on Zhao Yuner's side. After a while, Doudou fell asleep.
Mu Lianfeng put down his pen and looked at his sleeping wife and children. The two of them were sleeping peacefully and beautifully, and Mu Lianfeng felt a little warmth in his heart.