Elder brother's garrison

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autistic?

The guild leader who cursed at you at the drop of a hat has become withdrawn?

Something's not right.

Xiaobai suddenly discovered a blind spot in the matter.

"The president has become withdrawn?" Xiaobai looked at Grandpa Mu in surprise. "But isn't the president usually very cheerful and lively?"

"...That's why I'm telling you all this." Seeing that Xiaobai seemed to have finally noticed this blind spot, Grandpa Mu breathed a sigh of relief. "Naige did indeed withdraw into herself for a long time. She was much colder back then than she is now... But later, that bastard Lu Yun of yours suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said he wanted to marry her, and that girl Naige, in a crazy way, actually agreed. The two of them even got their marriage certificate behind my back. I... cough cough cough... Because of what happened to Naige, out of a father's concern, I was very worried, so I deliberately made things difficult for her a lot..."

"……but."

Old Master Mu's dark face suddenly wrinkled, and he let out a dry laugh.

"...Now that I look at it, the autism is completely cured."

"Damn it. I was thinking that if anyone dared to bully my little darling, no matter if you're the King of Heaven or the world's number one, even if you're dead, I'd pull your ashes out of your grave..."

"Sigh... Never mind, in the end, I still owe your brother an apology."

As Grandpa Mu finished speaking, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if by magic. Then he sighed, gently bent down, and solemnly kowtowed in the direction of Xiaobai.

"Young man, thank you for curing Naige's heartache."

"Also, I'm sorry."

Chapter 906 Doing nothing is enough

As expected of a man who can down three or four bottles of baijiu without turning red or getting out of breath, even though Grandpa Mu is quite old this year, his kowtowing movements are still highly skilled, as if such movements have been taught by his ancestors and engraved into his soul, crisp and neat.

Of course, Xiaobai couldn't possibly let such an old man kowtow to him.

The moment the old man kowtowed to him, Xiaobai quickly moved aside.

However, although Xiaobai dodged, Grandpa Mu did not seem to want to kowtow to Xiaobai. After Xiaobai jumped away, the old man's movements did not stop at all.

After doing all this, Grandpa Mu got up, waved his sleeve, and silently walked back to the living room.

The Mu family villa was still bustling late at night. After losing the drinking contest, Chairman Er Gou was woken up and dragged over by relatives and friends to play drinking games for a long time. Only in a daze did he finally find a fleeting opportunity to escape from the table.

People were coming and going in the living room, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, and no one noticed that Chairman Er Gou had already silently crawled to the ground.

"...Damn, are all these people heavy drinkers...?" President Er Gou sighed deeply as he listened to the cheers and shouts of the drinking game around him.

Damn, I haven't drunk alcohol in over ten years. My alcohol tolerance has declined drastically. I reckon I can't even outdrink Mu Yu now.

...I'm old.

President Er Gou felt somewhat distressed.

It wasn't that Er Gou couldn't outdrink these elderly people.

This is called respecting the elderly and caring for the young. It's just that I didn't intend to use my ship equipment to bully these elderly people. I was just giving them a hand. If I activated my ship equipment, it would be easy for me to take on ten people by myself.

Reeking of alcohol, Chairman Er Gou thought to himself as he slunk out of the living room, hiccuping as he did so.

On the other side of the corridor, flames rose in the kitchen, and Missouri and Luo Lian were still cooking with great enthusiasm, the sound of woks sizzling never ceasing.

Drunk people don't like to be near places that are too hot, so President Er Gou, who originally intended to go to the kitchen to say a few words of comfort, subconsciously crawled towards a cooler spot on the other side.

The villa's gate was open, and even lying on the floor, one could see a dazzling array of starlight outside.

A cool country breeze blew in from outside, pattering on my skin, which was flushed and burning from the alcohol, and it felt incredibly comforting.

Chairman Er Gou was feeling dizzy and crawled down the corridor without thinking much about it.

As the coolness and breeze gradually cleared, the Second Dog Chairman, who was crawling on his stomach, suddenly lost his grip, crawled out of the gate, and fell down the steps.

Before President Er Gou could even utter a sound, a pair of icy little hands instantly reached out from the side and hugged President Er Gou's body.

"Watch out, President!"

Xiao Bai's soft, clear voice rang in Er Gou's ears.

Cool, soft, and fragrant. In an instant, all sorts of sensations converged, carried by the gentle breeze into President Er Gou's collar, swirling freely around her body.

"Phew—" President Er Gou let out a groggy sigh.

"Hmm." Xiaobai's voice held a slight hint of disgust. "Such a strong smell of alcohol..."

"...Adults...are all like this." President Er Gou chuckled twice, then rubbed his face against Xiao Bai's cool embrace.

—This kid is pretty flat, but it's still quite fun to rub against him.

Kids are so flexible!

A cool breeze blew, and feeling comfortable, President Er Gou slowly relaxed in Xiao Bai's arms, then closed his eyes comfortably.

After a flurry of activity, Xiaobai, who was holding President Ergou's body, also carried President Ergou's lower body into the corridor, leaving only her upper body sticking out of the doorway.

Immediately, a cool and soft touch came from the back of my head.

"Lap pillow, huh... Where did Little White learn this trick?" President Er Gou chuckled with his eyes closed.

"That's how it's always portrayed in cartoons," Xiaobai replied.

"That's it."

"...President, you're really drunk. Don't you want to use your ship equipment to sober up?"

"That's...so boring."

"...Oh, would you like a glass of water?" Xiaobai handed a glass of cold water to President Ergou.

President Er Gou turned to the side, took the water glass, tilted his head back slightly, and gulped down two mouthfuls. The gentle, cool water extinguished the fire in his throat a little.

"Wow...that feels good...wait, isn't this the entrance? Why is there cold water here?"

"I had a feeling someone might come, so I put a few glasses of water here," Xiaobai replied.

"...If you open the door here, anyone who sees it will want to come over." President Er Gou smiled helplessly and rested his head on Xiao Bai's lap. "But luckily you're here... Anyway, let me lie down for a while..."

"Yes, that's fine... President Sister."

"Ok?"

"Grandpa Mu just apologized to me."

"Oh," President Er Gou simply replied.

Is he apologizing for the things he did to his brother and you in the past?

"Who knew... that old geezer was very concerned about his image."

President Er Gou rolled over, his face turned towards Xiao Bai's stomach.

Xiao Bai reached out and touched President Er Gou's burning forehead.

"...Speaking of which, Grandpa Mu also said that you used to have a bad temper, and it was your brother who cured you."

"That old scoundrel is wicked; don't believe his nonsense."

"Hahahaha..." Xiaobai laughed, "How did you cure the president's sister's heartache, brother?"

Xiaobai was very curious about this question.

This wasn't because Xiaobai was gossipy; it was mainly because Xiaobai felt that Ergou's mental illness seemed to be the same as Chicheng's.

They were all people who had been trying to get better, but no matter how much they did, they couldn't succeed. Then, their mental illness was inexplicably cured by someone else who suddenly appeared.

Kaga seems to have been quite affected by this incident and really needs an explanation.

However, even if, as Kaga claims, Shiro cured Akagi's heart ailment, Shiro himself doesn't know what he did and therefore doesn't know how to explain it to Kaga. So now, all they can do is hope that the person involved, President Er Gou, can offer some unique perspectives.

"..." President Er Gou opened one eye and glanced at Xiao Bai. "He didn't do anything."

"Didn't you do anything?" Xiaobai asked curiously.

"Ah."

"Why is it okay even though nothing was done...?"

"Shh." President Er Gou gestured for Xiao Bai to be quiet.

Little White quieted down.

President Er Gou adjusted his position on Xiao Bai's lap and took a deep breath.

A cool breeze blows.

The mountain night was exceptionally peaceful, with the faint sounds of people coming from the villa adding to the tranquility.

"I don't need anyone to do anything for me in the first place..."

"...Keep me company when you're lonely, forgive me when you make a mistake..."

"Mingming just wants to go crazy with me occasionally, make a fuss, climb on the roof, and go fishing in the sea... that's enough."

"Hey……"

"...When will Dad finally understand...?"

The murmurs of President Er Gou turned into a faint sigh, disappearing silently into the night and starlight.

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The exceptionally long night slowly passed as the dew on the treetops condensed.

Autumn and winter mornings come early. The frost that had just formed by the window the night before hadn't melted yet, and the chirping of birds and insects began to echo in the alley.

Mu Chenglin, who was lying on the table, groggily opened his eyes and reached out to press his hand on the tabletop.

A rustling sound followed.

Mu Chenglin shook his head and rubbed his face before noticing the table in front of him covered with hard, cold mahjong tiles.

—This is truly a thought-provoking early morning. What happened yesterday?

Mu Chenglin hadn't forgotten that he'd been playing mahjong all night. He stretched and hummed contentedly.

Inside the room, burly men lay sprawled on the floor, snoring loudly.

Mu Chenglin found General Mu lying on the ground and shook his shoulder: "Uncle, Uncle..."

"...Hoo... Lulu..." General Mu's shouts sounded quite cute.

"Uncle, Uncle, wake up." Mu Chenglin used some strength to shake General Mu's shoulders vigorously.

General Mu groggily opened his eyes.

"Uncle, it's eight o'clock in the morning."

"...Ah, eight o'clock...Oh...Did your aunt tell us to go back?" General Mu asked, squinting his eyes.

"No, not at all." Mu Chenglin shook his head, his expression very excited. "But instead of that, how about we play another round of mahjong?"

"...Damn, playing mahjong so early in the morning... Goodbye, I'm going to sleep." General Mu waved his hand with a "WTF" look on his face, turned over, and continued to snore away.

Mu Chenglin looked at General Mu turning over to sleep with some confusion, then looked around the room.

Mu Chenglin is only in his early twenties, very young, while the youngest of the group of strong men in the room are already in their early thirties or approaching forty. In terms of vitality, they certainly can't compete with a young and energetic guy like Mu Chenglin.

Mu Chenglin returned to the mahjong table, rested his chin on his hand, looked at the colorful mahjong table, and pondered for a while.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

I haven't checked my phone all night, but there are still a few unread text messages on it.

Mu Chenglin opened the text message.

"Cheng Lin, you're now the head of the Mu family! Call 135xxxxxxxx back immediately after receiving this text message..."

After reading the text message, Mu Chenglin remained expressionless.

He deleted the text message, put his phone back, and then sighed softly.

These days, while big data is convenient, it really offers little privacy; even fraudulent text message gangs can get your identity and name.

Speaking of being the head of the family, let's not even mention that the Mu family has been living in peace and prosperity under Aunt Naihua's leadership in recent years. Moreover, Aunt Naihua is in good health and can obviously work for another ten years. Even if Aunt Naihua wants to retire, there are still at least a regiment of elders above him. How could the position of head of the family be his?

You're crazy, you might as well play mahjong.

Since he hadn't received a phone call informing him that he could go home, Mu Chenglin, with nothing to do, could only start playing mahjong by himself.

Just as he finished setting up the cards, Mu Chenglin's phone rang.

Mu Chenglin took out his phone, and the caller ID showed his elder's phone number.