Mu Tianxin proposed, after so long, her little grandson must have grown white and fat.

"Okay." Standing behind Mu Tianxin, Mo Yuye, who was seriously combing her long fiery red hair, replied with a gentle smile.

"We've got to get some greetings, night, why don't we go shopping on the streets." Mu Tianxin looked at Mo Yuye's handsome face in the glass mirror, and his sea-blue eyes smiled into a crescent moon.

"Okay, wait until I get my hair in a bun." Mo Yuye glanced at Mu Tianxin's stunning face reflected in the glass mirror, and then bent down to take out a black wooden hairpin from the drawer of the dresser, which was decorated with red jade manzhu sawa, low-key and exquisite.

Looking at himself in the glass mirror, Mu Tian smiled with satisfaction.

Living with Mo Yu at night, she doesn't have to do anything, she is almost crippled.

Mo Yuye is constantly lighting up new skills, he is simply a treasure boy.

Mu Tianxin thought that she already knew a lot of things, but as a result, Mo Yu had more people at the night party than her.

Not only that, even if it is something that he has never touched, as long as he is reminded slightly, he can be self-taught, and he is simply a perfect male god.

Mu Tianxin's worst thing is cooking food, and this is Mo Yuye's best specialty.

That's right, this is also Mo Yuye's self-taught, in order to win over Mu Tianxin's heart.

Before Mu Tianxin really fell in love with him, Mo Yuye read a lot of books on this subject.

Among them, there is a sentence that has benefited him deeply, that is, "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach." ”

Mo Yuye felt that it should be the same for women, so he learned to cook.

Unexpectedly, it was really successful.

(Actually, otherwise, Mu Tianxin will fall in love with him, not because of his cooking skills, but because of his intentions for her.) ）

Since marrying Mo Yuye, Mu Tianxin has habitually curled her hair, because this is a symbol of being a wife.

Although in this world, there is no such rule.

……

The lively streets are full of people, most of them are young people and a few middle-aged people, and there are no elderly people in sight.

The Divine Realm is a magical place that exists in the sky, and the gods live above the clouds.

The gods are able to live forever, have eternal life, and do not need to eat food.

The driving force of all things is divine power.

Divine power, supporting everything in the divine realm.

Mu Tianxin held Mo Yuye's arm, wearing a light red veil on his face, and a pair of blue eyes like the deep sea flashed with a moving light. A gauze skirt embroidered with golden manzhu sawa outlines a delicate figure, and her fair skin can be broken by blowing, and her temperament is gorgeous.

Mo Yuye wore a crimson brocade robe, embroidered with dark patterns of a golden mandala, and her long ink-splashed hair was casually tied behind her head with a golden hairband.

On his face, he wears a half-masquerade mask carved in gold mandala relief, revealing only a perfectly curved chin and thin lips that are red with cherry blossoms.

A pair of violet phoenix eyes, slightly raised, evil and lazy.

Such a pair of golden boys and girls are really eye-catching.

Mu Tianxin looked around, she was looking for a little plaything suitable for her precious little grandson.

Suddenly, Mu Tianxin felt Mo Yuye stop.

Mu Tianxin looked at him with some doubts, only to see Mo Yuye looking not far away with a little surprise.

"Night?" Mu Tianxin followed his gaze, but saw an extremely familiar figure.

"Jian Yunge?!" Mu Tianxin was shocked.