"What."
"Give me a shoulder squeeze."
Gu Zhiyin was stunned for a moment and joked funnyly, "Want me to squeeze it for you?"
"Why, no?" Mu Ning rubbed his sore neck, "My back was sore from sleeping last night, and someone didn't know how to carry me to bed..."
Mu Ning glanced at him, "Now I have to take care of the little one to take a bath. Can't I find someone to give me a massage?"
Gu Zhiyin's face stiffened slightly.
Mu Ning looked at him with a cold face and said nothing.
"Would you like to wash it? If not, I'm going out. I originally planned to find a massage parlor to relax and enjoy myself."
Mu Ning took out his cell phone and muttered as he walked out, "The store Lu Xinting took me to last time was pretty good. I don't know if there are any chain stores here."
Lu Xinting took her there...
They are all male technicians, and it is an internet celebrity massage parlor specially built for rich women.
Quite unseemly!
Just as Mu Ning was about to rush out of the door, the collar of her back clothes was suddenly grabbed, almost choking her.
She was pulled back.
The cold man carried her upstairs and pushed her into the room.
"Go wash up."
Mu Ning staggered, rubbed his arms and pouted, "Just wash it, why is it so bad?"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and filled the bathtub with water to give the little ancestor a bath.
Who knew that the little ancestor would not cooperate at all!
Mu Ning was not allowed to touch her, and the ghosts screamed and made water all over her body.
Mu Ning didn't have much patience, so he threw the towel away and said, "Shut up! I'll find your father to take care of you!"
Where did Gu Zhiyin die? He asked her to give his daughter a bath. It would be better for others not to stay here and let her go!
Mu Ning rushed to Xia Xia's bedroom and found Gu Zhiyin preparing clothes for Xia Xia.
He bent down, took out the beautiful little dress from the closet, and carefully placed it on the bed.
Seeing his behavior, Mu Ning's eyes turned red.
Gu Zhiyin heard the sound and turned around to see Mu Ning standing frozen at the door, his eyes as red as a rabbit.
He paused, straightened up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Ning didn't know what was wrong, but he felt aggrieved.
She didn't say a word, sobbed twice, turned around and left.
Gu Zhiyin was heartbroken by her two cries, and immediately threw down her skirt and chased her out.
Mu Ning had not gone far when he was grabbed by Gu Zhiyin's arm in the corridor.
"Ask you what's wrong."
Mu Ning wanted to yell at him, "Where did you get the overwhelming fatherly love to be so good to a goddaughter?"
Everything was done to her, so now it’s time for someone else to do it, right?
I thought I was unique, but it turns out anyone can do it!
As long as it can satisfy his unique psychological needs and hobbies!
Mu Ning clenched her fingers, her eyes red.
These words were originally meant to blurt out, but when she thought about the two years since she left him, he relied on Xia Xia to heal his heartache, she couldn't say even a single word, all stuck in her throat.
Forget it, it looks like she is jealous of a two-year-old child.
She is not so uncool.
Mu Ning raised his head and looked at him eagerly, "I can't wash it, she is disobedient."
Seeing the foam on top of her head, Gu Zhiyin frowned and his eyes darkened a bit.
…
Sure enough, with Gu Zhiyin here, the little ancestor would be honest.
Mu Ning was sitting in the bathroom giving Xia Xia a bath, while Gu Zhiyin was leaning against the door and watching with her hands.
Although Xia Xia is only a two-year-old child, she is a ghost and elf, and she can also observe people's emotions.
Looking at Gu Zhiyin's gloomy face, she sat in the bathtub obediently and let Mu Ning give her a bath.
Mu Ning hummed inwardly.
I can't cure you, little one!
After giving the little ancestor a bath, Mu Ning neatly changed her clothes and dried her hair.
Gu Zhiyin was always watching from the side, and Mu Ning did not let him help.
But he saw the clues.
When did she take care of children so skillfully, as if she did it every day.
"Okay, we're done." Mu Ning straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.
Gu Zhiyin covered up the complicated emotions in her eyes.
Mu Ning turned to look at him and smiled, "After serving my little ancestor, it's time for you to reward me."
As a result, the little ancestor shouted that he was hungry after taking a bath, but he would not let them be alone together anyway.
Mu Ning carried Xia Xia to the sofa in the living room.
After making milk for Xia Xia, she put the bottle in her hand and said, "Drink it yourself."
Xia Xia looked at Gu Zhiyin aggrievedly, "Hey daddy."
Mu Ning glanced at Gu Zhiyin lightly and said, "Your father has other things to do."
Xia Xia opened her big grape eyes and looked at Gu Zhiyin pitifully.
Gu Zhiyin said nothing.
He probably couldn't refuse Xia Xia's pleading gaze.
Mu Ning sneered in his heart, "Forget it, if you don't want to embarrass Mr. Gu, you should just concentrate on raising your baby at home."
With that said, she got up and left.
Gu Zhiyin grabbed her arm and looked at Xia Xia with a frown, "If you don't want to drink it by yourself, just go back to the room and go to bed."
Xia Xia was frightened by his stern tone.
He quickly held the bottle, put it in his mouth and sucked it.
Mu Ning curled up the corners of her lips. Gu Zhiyin's words still worked. This little ancestor was not afraid of anything, but he was most afraid of her cheap father.
Mu Ning sat down opposite Xia Xia and let her watch how Gu Zhiyin served her.
When Gu Zhiyin put her hand on Mu Ning's shoulder, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She had not been touched by anyone of the opposite sex in two years, not to mention that she had no resistance to Gu Zhiyin.
This body had been trained by him lovingly for thirteen years. This ambiguous touch was like an electric shock, making her hands and feet numb.
It seemed to awaken the memory of how close they once were.
Mu Ning advised herself to be calm and not to let him see the clues so sensitively.
As a result, he squeezed it, and Mu Ning cried out softly.
"ah……"
Gu Zhiyin paused and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fortunately, he was standing behind him and couldn't see the embarrassment on her face. She shook her head seriously, "No."
"Then what's your name?"
Mu Ning raised his head and teased him, "Mr. Gu's technique is still the same as before, making people want to scream."
"..."
