The old man covered his eyes exaggeratedly.

Sheng Lan smiled helplessly.

Li Yan wanted to speak up, but was stopped by Sheng Lan.

Yan Mo is not to blame for this, it is obvious that Li Shao wants to take advantage of the little girl.

"Give me your hand."

Yan Mo reached out to grab Li Beicheng's hand.

Li Beicheng raised his hand.

The little girl raised her arm to grab his hand.

However, this man is as steady as Mount Tai and does not move.

Yan Mo was anxious, and her angry body trembled.

After grabbing it for a while, I realized that something seemed wrong.

The atmosphere in the living room was so quiet, it was horribly quiet.

She turned her head to look and saw that everyone was looking at her, but when she turned her head, they all withdrew their gaze.

What's even more exaggerated is why did the old man cover his eyes?

Yan Mo was stunned, and then glanced back.

She sat on his lap with a big grin, and she didn't know where the sandals on her feet had gone.

When she used to be at home, she was used to messing with her brother.

Sometimes my brother always likes to take things and not give them to her, so she just pounces on them and grabs them, so she doesn't pay attention.

Yan Mo's face turned red, this posture was too ambiguous.

How did she get on top of him?

But that photo......

She slowly moved from him and sat down next to him, her pretty little face full of confusion.

"What is beauty?"

Li Beicheng asked again, "I think the shooting is very good." ”

"Not good!"

Yan Mo said angrily, "Girls have to have beautiful faces to take pictures." ”

"Oh, look, I have five beauty apps in my phone, three P-map software, look at this filter, and how beautiful this is."

Yan Mo angrily took out his mobile phone and gave it to Li Beicheng, "Only an old man like you doesn't know what beauty is!" ”

Whisper......

Li Beicheng's eyes were deep, and he looked at her fixedly.

Huh, old man?

The age difference between them is quite large, but is he old?

If he talks about that ability, he can still make her unable to get out of bed for three days.

Yan Mo didn't know at all that Prince Li's head was full of small pieces of color at the moment, and even the prince was still thinking about when it would be appropriate for her to try her abilities as an 'old man'.

The little girl is still talking about the beauty of the popular science girls.

Only then did Li Beicheng know that it was so troublesome for the little girls to take a photo, they had to beautify their faces, adjust the filters, and process the P pictures in the later stage, choose one out of a hundred, and he could handle several contracts with that kung fu.

"Then you take one and send it to me, and I'll delete this one."

Li Beicheng hooked the corners of his lips, and the look in Yan Mo's eyes was completely the same as that of a big bad wolf looking at the little white rabbit.

It's a pity that Yan Mo, the little white rabbit, didn't realize that he had fallen into the trap of the prince.

"Look at it."

Yan Mo chose a favorite beauty software, flipped over and over and picked a filter, and then found a good angle, revealing a big smiling face, after a few consecutive shots, he lowered his head and began to look for it, muttering while flipping, "This face is fat, this angle is a little off, this light is not very good, this ......"

Li Beicheng looked at the little girl with relish.

The food over there was all on the table, but no one dared to urge it.

Their little grandmother is still struggling with the photos there, the key is that the old lady, the old man and the lady, and the young master are very patient, as if they like this very much.

It's been a long time since the old house has been so lively, and every day is basically the same step-by-step life.

And Yan Mo is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves, adding a touch of fun to this boring life.

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Whether it is Old Man Li or Li Yan and his wife, they really can't remember how long they haven't seen their son's smiling face.

Probably after that incident, my son hasn't really been happy.

Yan Mo struggled for a long time, and finally picked out a fair one to exchange with Li Beicheng.

"Look, deleted."

Li Beicheng handed her the phone.

Yan Mo also looked for the recycling bin, so she relieved herself and returned the phone to Li Beicheng.

Li Beicheng lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth hooked a smug smile.

In fact, he just sent that photo to Gu Yichen on WeChat.

So, he can save it again for a while.

Even if the photo is really gone, he can ask Gu Yichen to come back.

Cunning as Prince Li, where is Yan Mo his opponent.

"Alright, it's time to eat."

Seeing that the two were making trouble, Sheng Lan spoke.

Yan Mo was startled, looked back at the table of dishes in the restaurant, and was suddenly embarrassed.

When it's over, girls can forget the whole world as soon as they take pictures.

She threw all the things about eating out of the clouds.

"Grandpa, mom and dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm too foolish."

Yan Mo jumped off the sofa in fright and stood there barefoot.

Sheng Lan smiled gently, "It's okay, it's okay, what about the family, where is it so restrained, that's it." ”

Yan Mo still felt embarrassed, Li Beicheng suddenly bent down and simply spit out two words, "Lift your feet." ”

Yan Mo was stunned, and when she lowered her head, she realized that she was not wearing her shoes, and when she was arguing with Li Beicheng just now, she didn't know that the shoes had fallen into that corner.

Isn't this the most embarrassing thing compared to what happened before?

Yan Mo obediently raised her feet.

Li Beicheng carefully helped her put on her shoes.

When Old Man Li saw this scene, his eyes were full of smiles.

Oh, his stupid grandson finally got his senses and knew that he felt sorry for other people's little girls.

Yan Mo put on her shoes and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands, her heart was beating wildly, she glanced at the mirror, her face in the mirror was like a peach, her cheeks were ruddy, and even the roots of her ears were red.

There seemed to be the temperature of the man's palm on his feet, and he just squatted on the ground, wrapped her small feet with a little calloused palm, and slowly put on her shoes.

It's like the scene of the prince and the princess in the TV series, Yan Mo feels like she can't breathe.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom was pushed open, and a man walked in, and a tall figure instantly enveloped her.

Yan Mo was startled and stammered, "I, I'm done." ”

She tried to turn and slip away, but he stopped her from moving.

Li Beicheng turned on the faucet, his thin lips moved slightly, and his deep voice was mixed with a sexy taste, "I haven't washed it yet, accompany me." ”

The next moment, her soft little hand was held in the palm of his hand, and with the flow of clear water, she always felt itchy in her heart.

Yan Mo didn't dare to raise her head, her cheeks were hot and uncomfortable.

At this moment, she suddenly felt the man's emotion.

Well, the man standing behind her, clinging to her......

Yan Mo was scared to death, and wanted to withdraw her hand and leave, for fear that something would happen in the bathroom.

Li Beicheng grabbed her hand and tightened suddenly, lowered his head, and whispered, "Don't move, otherwise I really can't guarantee what will happen, right here, huh?" ”

Washing your hands is like washing the time that has traveled all over the world.

Yan Mo was forced to be confined in the man's arms, and the two were close to each other, and the distance was only as simple as two layers of clothing.

Is this man a beast who can estrus anytime, anywhere?

"Not leaving?"

The man's deep voice came from overhead.

Yan Mo immediately lowered his head and got out of his arms, and ran away like a rabbit.

Looking at the little girl's running figure, Li Beicheng couldn't help but smile in a low voice, and then looked down and had a headache.

He has always been restrained in his relations with men and women.