As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shihuan spit out the lemonade that had just been drunk in his mouth.

I almost choked myself to death.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

She was lying on the table and coughing, but she was actually snickering.

Mu Ye is almost thirty years old, almost seven years older than her, and Cao Fan is almost twelve years old, call him uncle......

It sounds harsh, but when you really think about it, it doesn't seem to be too much of a problem.

But in Mu Ye's environment, at his age, and where he is now, he really doesn't look old at all, he is very young, and he is at the level of little fresh meat.

But compared to a teenager who is only eighteen, emmmmmmm......

Forget it or don't compare, it's too cruel.

Uncle Cao didn't know what to say, so he plucked out his eyes vigorously, but Cao Fan just didn't see it.

Zhou Chi looked embarrassed, explaining no, not explaining.

Mu Ye's face was still the same as before, with a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, light and casual, almost subconsciously, he reached out and took out two tissues from the tissue box next to him and handed them to Song Shihuan.

The wide palm of his hand was placed on her back, caressing it gently, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Are you better?" ”

Zhou Chi: "......" twitched the corner of his lips.

I couldn't help but feel hysterical: what the hell did I see!

Song Shihuan was also uncomfortable when Mu Ye suddenly did this, and he thought that he had been discovered by snickering, so he immediately got up with a serious face, except for his face that was flushed with cough.

Take a deep breath to relieve the embarrassment as much as possible, but I was caught off guard by my own breath.

Then there was another cough.

Mu Ye took her into his arms, his chin rested lightly on the top of her head, and his deep voice was slightly displeased, but more doting: "Be careful......"

Then, he reached out and picked up the water glass in his hand and handed it to her mouth: "Drink some water and moisten your throat." ”

Song Shihuan subconsciously dodged.

After all, in her impression, Mu Ye didn't like to have physical contact with her, and every time she gave up an old face and leaned over, Mu Ye's brows were as if they were about to tie a knot.

Now like this......

It was in front of Uncle Cao and Aunt Zhou again.

Song Shihuan can also be regarded as having experienced Mu Ye's past feelings: there is nowhere to hide, and it is not appropriate not to hide!

Mu Ye's strength in hugging her was not very great, but his hand was clasped on her shoulder, completely imprisoning her whole person in his arms, and it would not restrict her free movement.

It's just that no matter how she moves, Mu Ye always controls the Zhang He of her arms with her movements, and always stops her in his arms.

Uncle Cao and Aunt Zhou are elders in the end, although Mu Ye will not do anything too intimate, but between the words, his eyes follow Song Shihuan tightly, and he will not leave for a moment.

They are all people who have come over, so they can naturally understand what he means.

And Song Shihuan's avoidance and discomfort were naturally regarded as shy, coupled with the slightly ruddy crimson color on his face because of coughing.

Cao Fan: MMP!

glanced at Mu Ye impatiently, and reluctantly sat down on Song Shihuan's right hand with his own dishes and chopsticks.

Zhou Chi was amazed, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Uncle Cao and Aunt Zhou finished taking care of the things at hand, and they all sat down. Uncle Cao's cooking skills have nothing to say, a table full of almost all crayfish practices.

Zhou Chi sometimes talked to Uncle Cao and Aunt Zhou, but Cao Fan looked impatient, as if he owed him millions.

Song Shihuan only cared about eating.