The Villain Always Wants To Suck Me Bald

Breeder 25-26-27-28-29

Breeder 25

Song Shihuai finally discovered that the relationship between Fu Lang and him would be completely unavoidable in the future.

Fu Lang ranks second in the Fu family, a full twenty years younger than his eldest brother who unfortunately died on the starship.

So in this way, Fu Lang himself is not much older than Mu Zhi, and he is only one or two years older than Song Shihuai at most.

Trying to imagine himself calling someone uncle along with Mu Zhi, Song Shihuai squeezed the cup in his hand and raised his head expressionlessly.

"This is against the rules of both the military and the government."

After all, half of the industry was tied up with them. Although Song's mother could not enumerate all the rules of the general department, she knew most of them.

Hearing his answer, Song's mother understood and said, "it seems so."

"Then it's up to you," she looked at Mu Zhi who was staring at the cake with a loving look on her face, and naturally forgot about her son, "are you hungry?"

Mu Zhi suddenly looked away, shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry."

Before in the car, Mu Zhi had already unknowingly finished most of the things that Song's mother had prepared. If Song Shihuai hadn't been afraid that he would eat too much at once, he could have finished the last part as well.

So he is indeed not hungry now.

After all, being greedy and being hungry are two different things.

But Song's mother didn't think so.

"Don't be embarrassed," she pushed the box containing the cake in the direction of Mu Zhi, "just treat it as if it's at your own home, it doesn't matter."

Mu Zhi pursed his lips in embarrassment. After hesitating for a moment, Mu Zhi looked at Song Shihuai for help.

In a corner where Mother Song couldn't see, Song Shihuai's lower back was gently poked by a finger at the same time, and he calmly grabbed the other person in his hand: "It's better not to let him eat, otherwise he won't be able to eat lunch..."

After looking around among them, Song's mother's eyes moved and she smiled and nodded without further persuasion.

Knowing that Mu Zhi was coming today, Song's mother took a day off and stayed at home. However, the Song family had a big deal recently. When she was sitting on the sofa and wanted to continue chatting with Mu Zhi, the assistant phone call.

After Song's mother apologized to Mu Zhi, she called and went to the study. Watching the other party's back disappear at the end of the corridor, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Auntie is so enthusiastic." He sighed, rubbing his face.

After finding a paper bag to put the biscuits on the table together, Song Shihuai glanced at him: "Mother will not dislike you."

He had said this before, but Mu Zhi only now fully believed it.

"Well," he stood up and put the last few biscuits into the bag, and then had time to take a good look at the layout of the living room, "will Uncle like me?"

"Father is at the company," Song Shihuai wiped off the cookie crumbs between his fingers with a paper towel and explained patiently, "but he will be back in the afternoon."

Because he had already met Mother Song, Mu Zhi's fear of another parent he had yet to meet was reduced by most.

He nodded slightly in response, then turned his head and asked curiously: "Am I going to live here in the next few days?"