The atmosphere at the dinner table was obviously a little wrong, the little guy was holding chopsticks, first glanced at the daddy who was eating a serious meal, and even the Hu Luobu that he usually didn't like to eat was eating with relish, and then looked at Mu Xiaoai who was eating silently.

Mu Xiaoai glanced at the food on the table, her eyes were dim, and she didn't speak, the pain in her lower body came in bursts, it hurt, and the food she ate in her mouth had no taste, and she had been thinking about the cold snow in her heart, so her appetite was not very good.

Sikong Jue ate silently, although his eyes were fixed on the meal in front of him, Mu Xiaoai's slightly pale face did not escape his gaze.

The meal was extremely quiet, the three of them didn't speak, and even the side of Di Yu Station was a little depressed, and he found an excuse to walk out of the villa.

"Cold Snow..."

"She's fine..."

Mu Xiaoai, who finally couldn't help it, was about to ask about Leng Xue, but she didn't expect to be interrupted by the man in front of her, she frowned and looked at Sikong Jue.

Sikong Jue was also looking at her lightly, his gaze was so hot that she felt as if she had plucked it naked, she immediately looked away, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

"Don't bite again, it'll bleed if you bite again!" The man spoke slowly, added a piece of fish meat and put it in her bowl, "Eat well, I'll let you talk to her on the phone in the evening!" ”

"Really" Mu Xiaoai's face was happy, and she hurriedly looked at the man in front of her.

A smile immediately appeared on Sikong Jue's cold face, and he nodded, and then touched the hair on the top of her head with his hand.

Because of Sikong Jue's words, Mu Xiaoai was inexplicably in a good mood, and ate a few more mouthfuls of food, Sikong Jue just drank red wine on the side, looked at her quietly, shook his head with a smile, picked up the soup bowl, and sent her a bowl of soup.

"Thank you..." Mu Xiaoai took it and immediately thanked her and took a sip.

"It hurts down there!"

"Ahem..." Mu Xiaoai was directly choked by the soup in front of her, her face was flushed and coughing, Sikong Jue glared at her, and slowly reached out and patted her back.

Mu Xiaoai raised her head with a flushed face, first glanced at him, and then looked at the little boy sitting opposite with an embarrassed face.

Xiao Ziheng looked at the two of them, feeling that he was like a hundred-volt light bulb, and he looked at Sikong Jue, "Daddy, are you sure I don't have to avoid it!" ”

Sikong Jue reacted at this time, turned his head, and looked at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

The little guy was choked by his own saliva, daring to love him for being such an old person, sitting here for half an hour, his father didn't see it at all, daddy, are you sure I'm your son?

The little one glanced at his lips and slid down his chair, sighing in utter disappointment.

"Aunt Xiaoai, Daddy, you eat slowly, I'll go to the hall first!"

Mu Xiaoai looked at him, there was an indescribable feeling, she looked at the back of the little guy, and after a long time, she looked at the meal in front of her, and her tone was a little low.

"Shandy isn't there?"

Sikong Jue's action of drinking red wine stopped, turned his head and glanced at her, and slowly spoke.

"What? Miss her! ”

Miss her?

Mu Xiaoai rolled her eyes, she has a tendency to self-harm, she misses her, does she think that she has not been hurt much? Her eyes were cold, and suddenly there was a strange look from her lower body, she was stunned, and immediately looked at the man next to her.

"Shameless of you"

She quickly pressed his mischievous hand and looked at the living room again.

Sikong Jue smiled at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to hold her in his arms, she lost a lot of weight and lightened a lot, but she didn't lose any weight when she should have been fat.

"You let go of me"

Mu Xiaoai hurriedly put her hand against her chest and whispered.

Sikong Jue looked down at the woman in his arms, a kiss fell on her eyebrows, and finally buried his head in her neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of roses on her body, and the faint fragrance of himself.

Mu Xiaoai was firmly controlled by him in his arms, and after struggling a few times and having nothing to do, she had no choice but to give up, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she bit her lip tightly, and looked in the direction of the living room, where the sound of the TV came from.

A hand slowly slid under her skirt and went in, probing into her shyness, Mu Xiaoai's face turned red, and she reflexively reached out to wrap her neck around him, this action made Sikong Jue feel good, his head slipped from her ear to her chest, and through the white skirt, he used his mouth to find a small red dot on her chest and the second before the second, and slowly licked it with his tongue.

The hand below slowly caressed her red, swollen and shy edges, massaging gently.

"Sikong Jue, don't..." Due to the man's constant troubles, her face was crimson, and her coquettish voice was extremely charming and a little charming.

Mu Xiaoai bit her lip, how much she wanted to deny that this voice was not herself, but her trembling body had betrayed her, she buried her head in Sikong Jue's shoulder, and tensed her whole body nerves, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Sikong Jue slowly raised his head, looked at her blushing face, smiled at her closed eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips.

"I don't want anything..."

He seemed to have a kiss that was not enjoyable, and lowered his head to deepen the kiss.

"Don't..."

Mu Xiaoai struggled in his arms, trying to dodge, but Sikong Jue's kiss fell on his white and small earrings, Sikong Jue was not angry, but bit lightly, and instantly a current stretched out in Mu Xiaoai's whole body.

She tried hard to struggle, but Sikong Jue breathed a sigh of relief, close to her ear.

"You're moving, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to hold back!"

Mu Xiaoai was stunned, she looked at the man who was close at hand, only to realize that he seemed to be worse than him, his face was hot, his eyes were foggy, looking at her was like looking at a plate of food, even his voice was hoarse, his breath was short, and the scorching heat was very uneven.

Suddenly, Mu Xiaoai's body stiffened, her face turned pale, because there was an inexplicable thing under her body slowly getting bigger, how many years has this man not opened meat?

"Little guy, you look at me like this, you want me to love you..." Sikong Jue smiled and spoke, his voice deep and deep, magnetic, and with an indescribable charm.

Mu Xiaoai immediately looked away, and the body sitting in his arms didn't dare to move.

Sikong Jue let out a long sigh of relief, and took the red wine on the table with her hand, and drank it down, but the other hand still massaged the edge of her shyness.

Mu Xiaoai gradually found that her lower body was not so painful, but she found that the fire on the man in front of her had not weakened at all, but continued to heat up.

Sikong Jue placed her in a chair, and only then did he drop a kiss on her forehead.

"Let's go watch TV, I'll take a shower!"

Before Mu Xiaoai could react, he had already disappeared in the restaurant, Mu Xiaoai bit her lip, looked at the direction in which he disappeared, and smiled, even she didn't notice it.

She glanced at the food on the table, as if she had not seen a single servant except for the night woman who had followed the little one from the moment she had just entered the door.

She got up and brought all the food on the table into the kitchen, processed the food, and scrubbed the dishes and chopsticks as fast as she could.

Di Yu walked in, first glanced at the neat dining table, and then looked at the clean and bright kitchen, her eyes flashed a trace of incredulity, she looked at Mu Xiaoai who was standing in the kitchen and brushing the dishes, and had some approval, no wonder the ruthless eldest brother, they would all have red eyes because she came back.

Although she exudes an innate noble temperament all over her body, her eyebrows are full of aura, even if she is just standing under the faucet to wash dishes, it does not stop her elegance that extends from the inside out, which is like an oil painting with a home taste.

No wonder the young master will change for her, she always has a charm that makes people stable.

Although the young master loves her in every way, he has never had a noble frame, he is gentle and lovely, even if he treats everyone without any distinction between rich and poor.

"Miss Mu, just let me come..." Di Yu immediately said respectfully.

Mu Xiaoai turned her head, looked at the girl in her twenties, smiled at her, and said, "It's okay, it's almost finished!" ”

Di Yu looked at her for a quarter of an hour in a panic, her smile was unrealistically beautiful, and she just stood by and watched.

"For the safety of the young master, the young master does not arrange any servants in the villa, and he will specially assign people to come over to clean up on weekdays, and even the cooking is selected from hundreds of chefs!"

Mu Xiaoai's face didn't change much, there was a hint of a smile on her cheeks, she listened quietly, and after listening to Di Yu's words, she suddenly turned around and asked suspiciously.

"Where's Mama Feng?"

According to Sikong Jue's character, Mama Feng watched him grow up, and she is also the person he believes in the most, he should let Mama Feng take care of the little master's diet and daily life, but she didn't see Mama Feng!

"Feng Ma..." Di Yu came out, and the young master ordered that Miss Shandi and the little young master should not let Miss Mu know, although everyone didn't know why, but no one dared to ask.

After a long time, Di Yu popped out three words: "Feng's mother is very good!" ”

Mu Xiaoai was stunned, looking at the girl in front of her, she didn't seem to ask Mama Feng if she was okay, she asked where Mama Feng went?

In the living room, two figures, one large and one small, sat quietly, one sitting at one end of the sofa, the other sitting on the other side of the sofa, the same movements, one with a dark face and one with red eyes.

Is this a quarrel?

Mu Xiaoai was about to walk over a little strangely, but in an instant, a black cloth rushed in from the door, and the next second she was held in her arms.