My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 92: Coffee

Before dawn, it was the darkest, but after surviving that time, what welcomed was light.

She believed that she would have a happy life in the future. She believed that, without her father\'s protection, she would be able to support her own blue sky.

She wanted to become a great roc that could spread its wings and soar high in the sky!

Mu Chen glared at her.

What he wanted to see was her embarrassment, her pain, her crying, not her nonchalance, because her nonchalance made people feel even more pity for her.

What else had she experienced before?

She was clearly a young miss who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, yet she wanted to sell spicy stick s in the night market.

Turning around, Mu Chen left.

Zhang Xiao thought that he finally let her go and quickly followed her up the stairs.

Pushing open the door to Mu Ya\'s room, she walked in with light footsteps and quickly walked to the bedside. Seeing the pimpled forehead of the sleeping girl, she felt her heart ache.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Zhang Xiao reached out her hand and gently touched the place where Mu Ya had been knocked into. Her slender and gentle fingertips caressed it, constantly emitting the love she had for her child.

"After Mu Ya fell asleep, the Aunt Lan helped her apply the medicine. When she wakes up tomorrow, the redness and swelling will subside a little." Mu Chen\'s low voice came from behind her.

Then a bag of ice cubes was handed to her, and his low words continued to beat in her ears. "Now, go back to your room and put ice on your face."

Zhang Xiao stood up, and did not reject his good intentions. She took the bag of ice and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Mou."

"I was afraid that you would scare my daughter with a swollen face."

Mu Chen threw down his words and turned to leave.

Zhang Xiao curled her lips. Well, he didn\'t really care about her, she was just afraid that her swollen face would scare off his precious daughter.

Lying on the bed, Mu Chen hugged the toy dog that Ning Tong loved the most when he was still alive, and caressed the pup with his big hands all of a sudden. He mumbled to himself, "Tong Tong, I feel that I don\'t really hate Zhang Xiao anymore, even if she is Zhang Hao Tian\'s daughter."

Tonight, Zhang Xiao had made him realize that transferring her hatred towards Zhang Hao Tian was simply too much.

"Tong Tong, am I a little soft-hearted now? Looking at her heartache towards Mu Ya, I was a little soft-hearted. Disregarding the fact that she is Zhang Hao Tian\'s daughter, she is really an outstanding girl. Just like you, he is both cute and mischievous, beautiful and kind. He is stronger than you, Tong Tong. I am not saying bad things about you, don\'t be angry. "

When he asked Zhang Xiao who had hit her on the face, a sentence that she said nonchalantly worried him. Behind her nonchalance was her strength.

He had told the truth, and his Tong Tong was indeed not as strong as Zhang Xiao.

Tong Tong was protected too well.

"Tong Tong ..." When Mu Chen thought about his beloved wife, he subconsciously hugged the toy dog tightly.

Looking around the house full of photos of his dead wife, Mu Chen\'s heart hurt again.

It was another sleepless night.

On the table, a cup of hot coffee was placed in front of Mu Chen.

After Mu Chen returned from his morning flight, he changed his clothes and went downstairs. He habitually turned into the dining hall to eat breakfast so that he could go to work. It was Friday today, and tomorrow was the weekend. He had said to Zhang Xiao before that he would reject all his friends\' gatherings and socialize with them, and properly accompany Mu Ya, in order to increase their relationship.

If Mu Ya could only call him out one word, it would mean that she slowly understood who he was.

Her daughter was a very smart child, but no one had the courage to guide her to do or teach her anything. Now that Zhang Xiao had taught her and guided her, after a week of being together with her, her daughter had obviously changed and progressed.

When he reached the table and saw the cup of steaming coffee, he raised his eyebrows, pointed to the cup of coffee, and asked the servant who was waiting to serve him, "Who\'s this cup of coffee? "Can it be instantly dissolved?"

The servant answered respectfully, "Third Young Master, this is the coffee that Miss Zhang has brewed recently. It is for Third Young Master to drink."

Zhang Xiao?

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows again, and asked with a hint of amusement: "She has nothing to offer? Where is she? " Yesterday, he wanted to eat a meal that she cooked, and she purposely made him eat something that he didn\'t like that was sour and spicy.

He had been so kind today that he made him a cup of coffee.

The servant replied, "Miss Zhang brought breakfast to her friend and has been gone for almost half an hour. She said that she will be back before Young Miss wakes up."

Mu Chen was speechless.

She had been wronged last night and refused to say anything. She went to the cemetery and frightened the ghosts all night by herself, and when she came back, she said as if nothing had happened, that it was all over. Today, she woke up early to deliver breakfast to her friends.

She ... His strength was so strong that it made one\'s heart ache.

Her sincerity and righteousness towards her friends caused him to sigh with emotion. In this era where things were flowing with desire, her feelings for Ye Qing had become even more precious.

Ye Qing was blessed to have such a good friend like Zhang Xiao.

He also had friends, but those friends of his were built on business dealings. Real close friends, other than Mu Group and Ning Zhi Yuan, there was not a third person. He knew very well that as long as he was not the leader of the Mu Group, and was separated from the Mu, he would be nothing.

Zhang Xiao\'s kindness towards Ye Qing made him extremely envious.

When Aunt Lan walked in and saw Mu Chen staring at the cup of coffee in a daze, she explained further, "Third Young Master, Miss Zhang said that you slept late last night, and that you still have to work during the day. She was afraid that you might not have any energy at work, so she specially made a cup of coffee for you.

Mu Chen pulled out a chair with pursed lips, then sat down. Hearing Aunt Lan\'s narration, he raised his eyebrows and asked in amusement: "Why did you only let me take a sip or two?"

Aunt Lan shook her head, she did not know either, but this was what Zhang Xiao had told her.

"All of you can leave."

Unable to get an answer, Mu Chen chased after the Aunt Lan and the servant coldly. He wanted to enjoy his breakfast and taste the flavor of the coffee on his own.

Her culinary skills were very strong, and since she was from the Wealthy Class, her coffee must have been brewed really well.

After Aunt Lan and the servant left the dining hall, Mu Chen picked up the cup of coffee and took a small sip. He frowned.

The coffee she made...

En, it is far from the soup that she stewed.

What\'s the matter?