Mu Shaoxi snorted, "That'...... Will that weird aunt come back? ”

"Do you miss her?"

"Shaoxi is talented...... I didn't miss her! ”

Mu Shaoxi hung up the phone, climbed onto the sofa, swayed his two little short legs, and waited with a hum.

After a while, Mu Jingxi returned.

Before he stepped indoors, Mu Shaoxi rushed up like a whirlwind and hugged his legs.

The little head was raised high, and he shouted crisply, "Little uncle! ”

In the next second, his little face tightened, and he let go of Mu Jingxi with a frightened expression, and staggered back.

"Weird...... Blame Auntie. ”

Qiao An, who was held in Mu Jingxi's arms, showed a perfect and impeccable smile like a diplomat, but he didn't expect ...... Still got a strange aunt!

I'm angry!

With a smile in his heart, Qiao An snorted, "Little seal, do you want to be beaten?" ”

Mu Shaoxi shook his head quickly and shook his head into a rattle.

"And what are you going to call me?"

"Ah...... Aunt? ”

"Huh?" Qiao Anmei's eyes narrowed dangerously and stared at him coldly.

Aunt?

Is she that old?

Mu Shaoxi cried and mourned a delicate bun face, and asked Mu Jingxi for help: "Little uncle......"

"Call my sister." The corners of Mu Jingxi's lips were slightly hooked.

"Wrong!"

A tender index finger against his thin lips, "Call me pretty sister." ”

Mu Shaoxi covered his head with his hands and collapsed: "This is too difficult!" ”

Ji Qingxin, who had already heard the movement, walked out slowly.

"Jingxi." She stood far away, timidly afraid to step forward, and even her voice revealed a touch of delicate grievance.

Joan: "......"

I really want to poke myself in the eye.

Why do you see Ji Qingxin, a scumbag every time you are in a better mood?

Mu Jingxi bowed his head slightly, bypassed Mu Shaoxi, and hugged Qiao An upstairs.

Yu Guang glanced at Ji Qianxin's stroke-like face, and Qiao was relieved.

She approached Mu Jingxi and lowered her voice, "So cold, aren't you afraid that your fiancée will be angry?" ”

“……”

"Major Mu, I'm talking to you."

"I'm not obligated to get back to you."

"Hush." Qiao Ann snorted coldly, "It's not interesting." ”

Back in the bedroom, Joan found that her pink sheets were missing.

In its place, masculine black sheets were served.

Qiao Anmei glared at him angrily, "What's going on?" ”

Mu Jingxi was confident, "Miss Qiao, this is my bedroom. ”

"But this bed is mine!" How could he have changed her so lovely sheets!

Damn it!

It's too much!

"You're not here, of course I'm going to sleep in bed. Or do you think it would be better for me to sleep on your pink sheets? ”

Joan: "......"

With his head turned to the side, he looked arrogant, "I don't care, I won't sleep without pink sheets!" ”

"That's good."

Mu Jingxi was unexpectedly easy to speak, and turned around and put her on the sofa.

"You sleep here."

Joan is about to blow up, what do you want her to sleep here?

Does she look like someone who can sleep on the couch?

Isn't the sofa slept on by a thick-skinned man like him?

"Mu, Jing, Xi!"

"Your pink sheets have been thrown away, giving you two options. One, will be a one, buy tomorrow. Second, sleep on the couch. ”

Mu Jingxi coldly announced her only option.

In this tense atmosphere, Qiao An suddenly raised her hand to cover her face, "You bully me...... Boom ......"

The corners of Mu Jingxi's lips twitched slightly, "Be normal." ”

"People don't want it."