Qiao Mo was petrified.

"Home...... Domestic violence? ”

What domestic violence?

"It's my brother's domestic violence against you, I saw your injuries in the morning."

See the ...... on her body Injure?

Qiao Moyi's little face turned red as soon as he brushed it, and he stood there helplessly, not knowing how to explain.

After hearing Ye Yuge's words, Mrs. Night broke the jar and sat on the sofa on the side, indicating that she didn't know the idiot, and refused to admit that it was her daughter.

"That'...... It's not an injury. ”

She blushed, muttered a sentence and walked to the dining room to sit down to prepare for breakfast, with a "I'm so busy now, don't talk to me anymore" expression.

Night Rain Song frowned, isn't it an injury?

That big bruise and purple patch, isn't it an injury?

I have to say that it's really good that the night family protects this little princess.

"Little sister-in-law......"

Night Rain Song leaned over, and when she saw the breakfast in front of her, she was a little puzzled.

"Is the maid here so bad at making breakfast? The sides of this toast are burnt, and this egg is not good at all. ”

Qiao Moyi: ......

"Your brother made it himself."

Night Rain Song: !!

Mrs. Night: !!

Her brother made it himself?

Does her brother make breakfast?

No, it's her brother who is omnipotent, and it should be understandable that he would do this, but the point is that her brother actually makes breakfast for others.

Oh, my God!

Is this the next day's compensation for a man who abuses himself?

"Shen Mo's breakfast?"

Mrs. Night also came over, and to be honest, she hadn't eaten her son's breakfast for 25 years.

Looking at the simple things on the dining table, she was a little jealous of Qiao Moyi.

"I didn't have breakfast before I came here, can I eat together?"

"Yes."

So, Mrs. Night happily took the chopsticks and sat down, looked at the toast, omelette, ham, sandwich, and white porridge in front of her, and was a little dazzled.

It's a pity that there is only one white porridge, and Qiao Moyi is eating it.

Then she'll eat the omelette.

I sandwiched an omelette and took a big bite with a satisfied face.

Wait a minute......

Lady Night's face darkened.

Meet the ghosts.

I saw that Mrs. Night's facial features were about to twist together, and she immediately rushed to the trash can and spit out the simplicity in her mouth, and even rinsed several mouthfuls of water before she could barely speak.

"Oh my God! It's so salty! ”

Did he pour a bag of salt on top of this omelette?

She was no longer jealous of her son making breakfast for Qiao Moyi.

This ordinary person will not be blessed.

"Salty?"

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, and silently withdrew the chopsticks that were about to fall on the omelette.

Fortunately, she had been drinking porridge just now.

Lady Night returned to the table, looked at the things in front of her, and swallowed.

Maybe...... Was the omelette a mistake?

She thought for a moment and took a small bite of toast.

“……”

Eating a small bite of ham?

“……”

Sandwich?

“……”

Mrs. Night silently put down the chopsticks in her hand.

Excuse me!

Good bye!

These things are not for human consumption at all.

The love of the second master of Kyoto is not something that anyone can bear.

As soon as Qiao Mo drank the only normal white porridge in front of him, he silently put down his chopsticks.

At this time, her mobile phone rang, and Ye Shenmo called.

pressed the answer button, and the sound of night sinking ink immediately came.

"Up? Do you have breakfast? I did. ”

The last three words, the smugness of the words, almost said directly moved, I'm amazing, praise me, praise me.