"Well, don't lose Xiaoli, Xiaoli is Xiao Mumu's, and you want to be with Xiao Mumu."

As soon as Xiao Baozi heard this, without saying a word, his little hand grabbed the children's dining chair tightly.

"Is it noisy?"

"I think it's okay."

"In the future, you are not allowed to take the little buns away from me."

Leng Fu Xiao cast a dangerous gaze.

Yan Muye smiled, suddenly realizing his possessiveness.

So he specially bypassed the dining table and walked to Leng Fu Xiao's side, "Don't be so fierce, okay?" ”

"Weird and scary."

"Come on, come on, give this girl a smile."

"Laughing and smiling for ten years, I am sad and white-headed."

"I don't want to go out to show off my husband to others in the future, let them see my husband's gray hair, how shameless it is!"

"I'm also a face-saving person."

Yan Muye said this, and at the same time, he was particularly afraid of death and bypassed his arm from behind Leng Fu Xiao.

Her thick eyelashes turned into a stretched fan, and her fingertips with a slightly cool touch touched his jawbone, and then followed the line of Luo Jinian's face, sliding little by little, and then sliding again.

The silver knife and fork in Leng Fu Xiao's hand froze, and then Yan Muye's whole body floated on his shoulder, and his eagle-like hand slammed into her only remaining restlessness.

…

"Ahem."

"Hey."

"I just want you to laugh, why are you holding my hand."

"I know my hands are so soft that they can pinch out the water, but even if you want to, you can't touch it now!"

"Even if we are already old husbands and wives, aren't the little buns still here now?"

"Restraint, restraint."

Yan Muye finished his words in a low voice, and patted his hand a little with his hand.

Leng Fu Xiao's expression was a little unpredictable, and then let go of her.

Xiao Baozi looked at his little Mumu and his stinky father with a blank face, and he was anxious.

But soon, I heard Yan Muye ask, "Young Master Luo, are you okay now?" ”

"I guess I'm really going to be at odds with your brother now."

"You say, on the one hand, your brother who was born and died, and on the other hand, the mother of your children, your nominal wife."

"Sometimes I don't want to embarrass you."

"But I can't help it, who made me born to love death."

Yan Muye looked regretful.

It took a long time to hear it.

"Don't provoke him again."

"He won't offend you again."

"If you are destined to die, then I can tolerate your willfulness."

"But only if—"

"You have to be able to serve me well!"

"Pay for everything you do."

"It's like that night."

…

Yan Muye was confused.

She really wants to beat him to death!

Originally, she still thought that Leng Fu Xiao was so rich, and then coaxed him, maybe he could be like the domineering president in the novel, just throw her a black card with no quota limit, spoil her to the sky, and let her swipe her card to explode.

It's a pity that the imagination is too beautiful, and the reality is too skinny.

He even let himself serve him as well as he did that night.

Serve him a hammer.

She's not alive yet!

…

Yan Muye didn't want to speak at this time.

…

After a few seconds, she finally calmed down the turbulence in her heart, and then said:

"Don't worry, there are many people who don't like me, and he Luo Ji thinks which green onion is counted."

"People say ......"