"Brother, you're back."

Ye Lige was upstairs and shouted at the gloomy man downstairs.

"Hmm."

Mo Bingyan raised his eyes, and the curvature of his lips was full of warmth.

"Tsk, I'm really good at it, I hear that my scalp is numb, and goosebumps are going to fall all over the ground."

Mo Dieyi looked disgusted.

Obviously she is her own sister, why doesn't the eldest brother laugh so coquettishly when he hears her call her brother.

"You're more restrained."

Mo Bingyan glanced at her and manipulated the wheelchair over the stairs.

Mo Die jumped up, faster than Mo Bingyan and stood between him and Ye Lige.

Stare at!

Stare again!

Mo Dieyi's already big eyes were as round as copper bells, and she stared at Ye Lige with a provocative expression.

"Do you feel like I'm getting thinner?"

Ye Lige smiled at her, but her round chin was much sharper, and her whole facial features became more delicate and three-dimensional.

"What's the matter, I can't eat or sleep when I'm watching, and everyone is emaciated and miserable, does it make my brother feel distressed?"

Mo Dieyi rolled her eyes.

Thin and dripping, she is not a fat woman of more than 100 pounds, and she is not worthy of being her sister-in-law at all.

"It shows that my weight loss is quite effective."

Ye Lige doesn't care about Mo Dieyi's attitude, after all, a thousand-year-old ghost, Mo Dieyi is a little milk baby in front of her, how can an adult be angry with a little milk baby.

"You don't have to lose weight, that's fine."

Mo Bingyan objected.

"Brother, what you said is too contrary to your will, as if you have multiple tastes."

Mo Dieyi spoke too harshly.

The corner of the housekeeper's lips twitched, and he silently chose to be an invisible person, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"I like to be thin, and being too fat is not good for my body, and it is not good for my cultivation."

Ye Lige said as she came up and pushed the wheelchair, this position was only qualified for her, and Mo Dieyi also wanted to push it, but was frightened away by Mo Bingyan's murderous eyes.

"It's nice to say, in fact, it's to get back together with your old lover, and you want to lose weight, so as not to be disliked by your old lover."

Mo Dieyi continued to complain.

Mo Bingyan's face sank, as terrifying as the prelude to a dozen level storms.

"Butler!"

The man's voice was extremely cold.

"Yes!"

The butler is here.

Ten minutes later.

dining room table.

Ye Lige and Mo Bingyan are having dinner.

Mo Dieyi sat alone at the small dining table in the kitchen, with a bitter face: "Why should I let myself eat here?" Housekeeper, do you think my brother is just an old comatose man who is fascinated by beauty? ”

The butler chose to be silent.

Whether Mr. is an old faint gentleman is not something he can discuss, but the eldest lady can stay here and thank Mrs.

"Brother!"

After eating.

Mo Dieyi rushed into the living room, Ye Lige had already returned to the room, and someone was drinking coffee: "What's the matter?" ”

"I went to the small table to eat just now to give you face, next time you can't pull my face like this again, why do you step on me in front of that woman?"

Mo Die was unconvinced.

"Is it to give me face to say that my wife is still in love with her old lover?"

The man put down his coffee, and his lukewarm words were full of murderous aura.

Mo Dieyi shuddered suddenly, and explained curtly: "What, I just said it casually, and I didn't say it wrong." ”

"Butler!"

"Yes!"

The butler's ass is here again.

"In the future, the eldest lady will eat at the small table."

"Brother!"

Mo Dieyi stomped her feet vigorously: "Okay, okay, count me wrong, I don't want to go to the small dining table to eat, it seems that I am pitiful, and the servants laughed." ”

She wants to save face, the maid joke is okay, the point is that the woman must be super proud.