He'd love to get the box back now!

Ye Xingbei counted them one by one very carefully, and counted to the end: "One hundred and one!" ”

She raised her eyes to look at Gu Junchai, her eyes were as bright as stars, "It's really a hundred and one, each one is not the same, it's amazing!" ”

"What's this?" Gu Wuye was disdainful: "If it weren't for the fact that there are not enough types produced in this candy town, and I'm afraid that you will have a toothache from eating, I can give you a car!" ”

"Cut," Ye Xingbei slapped him with disdain, "Sending one hundred and one is emotional, it's romantic, and sending a car is an upstart!" …… Are you sure that giving away a hundred and one candies was an idea that you came up with on your own, and that someone else gave you a suggestion? ”

Gu Junzhu: "......"

yes.

The candy was given by him, why did he dismantle his own table?

He was really annoyed by Ye Xiaobei, who would rather stare at the candy than talk to him.

"By the way, I suddenly thought of something," Ye Xingbei stopped fiddling with the candy and looked at Gu Junchai: "You said, if Fang Lutong and Fang Siqi broke off their relationship after Fang Siqi moved out of Fang's house, where did Mi Sheng come from?" ”

“…… You've gone mad, haven't you? Gu Jun knocked her head one by one, "Didn't I say it?" I have already sent someone to pick up Fang Siqi, and when Fang Siqi sees Wen Wan, I will get all the Fang family in front of Wen Wan, let Fang Lutong confront Wen Wan and Fang Siqi, plus the paternity test with the results tomorrow, everything will come out, and the truth will be revealed. ”

Ye Xingbei glanced at him and muttered: "You really don't have any curiosity at all, aren't you curious at all?" ”

Gu Jun snatched the candy in her hand and threw it aside, pressed her under him, kissed her on the lips, and said vaguely: "Baby, I'm more curious about whether the candy is sweeter or your honey is sweeter......

Ye Xingbei's face turned red, and he beat him hard, "Rogue|hooligan|hooligan|hooligan|hooligan!" ”

Although she shouted "rascal" in her mouth, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of flattery, Gu Wuye praised her roundabout countermeasures, and was about to taste the sweet stamen that belonged to him when there was a knock on the door.

The young voice of the little sapling sounded outside: "Mom and Dad, open the door quickly!" Why do you lock your doors in broad daylight? Little saplings miss you! ”

Gu Junzhu: "......"

He rolled over and rolled off Ye Xingbei's body, spreading his limbs on the bed and pretending to be dead.

Ye Xingbei's little belly was about to cramp.

After laughing for a while, he couldn't help but laugh and shouted, "Come on, baby, mom will open the door for you." ”

Ye Xingbei threw a blanket and covered it somewhere unspeakable with Gu Wuye, shrugged his smiling shoulders and shrugged to open the door.

Gu Wuye was lying on the bed, with a helpless face.

Opening the door, Ye Xingbei looked at the little sapling and Ling Yue who were holding hands, and explained with a smile: "Mom went to take a bath, so I locked the door, and the little sapling missed my parents?" ”

"Yes, yes, my father gave me a gift, and I want to give my father a gift too," the little sapling let go of Ling Yue's hand, rushed into the room like a small cannonball, climbed into bed, and handed a painting in his hand to Gu Junchai: "Dad, Dad, look, this is a gift from the little sapling to you and your mother!" ”

"Baby painted? What is drawn? Ye Xingbei walked over curiously and looked at the painting handed to Gu Junchai by the little sapling.

She only glanced at it, and the smile on her face froze and froze...... What did her son draw???

The little sapling saw the crystal box on the bed, and his white and tender little face was covered with a circle.

He pulled Ye Xingbei's clothes, pointed to the crystal box, and asked cautiously, "Mom, is this what Dad gave you?" ”

Ye Xingbei was hit by his son's painting, and nodded reluctantly.

The little sapling took out a fist-sized crystal box from his pocket, and compared it with Ye Xingbei's heart-shaped box, which was more than ten times larger than him, and his little mouth pouted, his eyes were foggy, and he looked like he was about to cry: "Why is the little tree that my father gave to me so small and the one that I gave to my mother so big?" ”