162: C162 There Was No Difference but There Seemed to be a Huge Difference

C162 There Was No Difference but There Seemed to be a Huge Difference

For a moment, his tears were boiling, almost falling.

Mu Shinian seemed to hear the sobs in his words and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared. "Butler, in short, thank you."

You are so good to me and care about me so much.

The phone was suddenly cut off.

The butler held his phone and turned his head to look with a pained expression.

In the end, Bo Qian was standing at the staircase of the stairs in the house. He lowered his head slightly and his hair covered his eyes. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling.

However, the butler felt that there was a faint sadness surrounding him.

"Young master..." The butler spoke in a hoarse voice.

Bo Qian put his hand on the railing. His fingers were long and his joints were clear. He lowered his head and met the eyes of the tiger that was getting fatter and fatter.

After a while, his lips hooked up and he said to himself, "Even if I raise a dog, I will still be more thoughtful than her, right?"

He did not know if the white haired tiger understood or not. With a howl, it rubbed against his feet.

Bo Qian pursed his lips, and the silence in his eyes gradually turned into madness.

He snorted coldly and suddenly went downstairs. He ordered the butler casually, "Carry the luggage to her."

After giving instructions, he went out.

Just like not long ago, whenever he was interested, he would go out to play. It didn't matter what he did, he could play alone... Anyway, a long time ago, he had thought about how he would live in the future.

Therefore, he wasn't unaccustomed to it.

Not at all.

The butler sighed. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Just looking at his background made his heart ache.

...

Mu Shinian was like usual.

Grandma woke up and sat by the bed to chat with her. When her grandmother fell asleep, she moved her clothes under the sun to bask in the sun. She would either clean the room and wipe the floor. When she was about to wake up, She took out another book and pretended to read it.

Grandma sat by the bed and looked at her silently.

Mu Shinian was biting her pen and thinking hard about the answer to a question. Sensing her grandma's gaze, she turned her head and bowed to her, "Grandma, what's wrong?"

Grandma looked at her silently and suddenly laughed. "How many times have I told you not to bite the tip of the brush? It's dirty."

"Ah, I'm used to it." Mu Shinian muttered and took off the brush. She collapsed on the sofa with a headache. "The question is too difficult."

It was too perfect.

If Mu Shinian went to be an actor, she might kill her way out.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely think that Mu Shinian was no different from the past. However, Grandma was the person who understood her the most in this world. How could she not know how she felt?

Grandma let out a long sigh. She felt depressed and helpless.

Mu Shinian blinked her eyes. "Grandmother, are you hungry?"

"Come here."2

Grandma waved at her.

Mu Shinian obediently moved a chair and sat in front of her. She was half a head shorter than her grandma.

Grandma raised her hand and could touch her fluffy head.

She sighed and said helplessly, "Will you blame grandma?"

"No." Mu Shinian answered without thinking.

"Really?" Grandma looked at her with uncertainty.

Mu Shinian nodded very frankly. "Yes, I won't. In this world, only Grandma cares about me sincerely."

So, if leaving the Bo family could make grandma feel at ease, she would do as she was told.

Grandma patted her head with a heartache. The afternoon sun shone in through the window. Behind her was a verdant and verdant patch of trees. The rays of light sprinkled in the house and warmed it up.

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