The big wolf opened its mouth and didn't move.

Just waiting for the pure white rabbit to stumble around, and before I knew it, I jumped into the mouth of the big wolf.

Big wolf, whimper.

Tragedy.

Zi Kun's mind was hung with a storm, but the corners of his eyes were already moist. Hey, his poor granddaughter.

But actually.

It's Zi Qianmo, who takes a bite of the apple that has been peeled into a rabbit, bites off the ear, and the cute cheeks are like hamsters, squeaking and eating.

She loves apples.

Eat one every day.

In the past, it was the rabbit who cut her every day, and then for more than ten days, Mo Yan stayed in the Mochen Pavilion every day, watching her practice swords, and she had nothing to do, so Mo Yan learned such a hand with the rabbit.

Since then, the great task of peeling apples has fallen gloriously on Mo Dayan's children's shoes.

The rabbit protested, but was beaten by Mo Dayan, and ran to the foot of the wall to draw circles.

"Do you want more?" Seeing that she had finished eating, Mo Yan asked, her voice low and pleasant as the strings of a guqin.

Zikun clenched his fists.

The sound of foul play!

Damn it!

Even if you use the gentle offensive of the rabbit apple, there is even a sound temptation!

Zikun himself plays the piano, majoring in music attack, and his sensitivity to sound is hundreds of times stronger than ordinary people. That's why I feel more and more that a man like Mo Yan is simply a killer for flirting with girls!

"Well, no." The apple in Zi Qianmo's mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and his speech was a little unclear.

Mo Yan nodded, just thinking that the little guy was so cute.

Eating cute, talking cute, even the unconscious syllables, are itchy.

Of course, if she doesn't like Suzaku, it's even cuter.

Zikun was fed a large mouthful of dog food and exploded.

And showed a helpless and bitter smile like an old father: what can he do? He's desperate too! The big wolf is no one else, he is an omnipotent adult!

Mo Yan picked another apple.

It's ugly.

The apple is crooked, with spots and pits.

"Smack".

Mo Yan put the silver plate with the ugly apple on the low table in front of Zi Kun, and said in a meaningful tone, "Don't you taste it?" ”

Zi Kun stared at the ugly apple that had not been peeled: "......"

The difference in treatment should not be so big.

He's an old man anyway.

You like my old man's granddaughter, don't you know how to honor the old man? At least it's a good idea.

"No, I don't have to." Cold sweat flowed from Zikun's forehead.

The experience of working with him for many years has taught him that the mood of the elder is not very beautiful, and he is going to make a bad and magnified move.

Mo Yanfeng's eyes were deep, he sank slightly, the corners of his lips rose slightly in an arc, his belly was extremely black, and he said in an extremely deep voice that only two people could hear: "Grandpa really doesn't eat one?" ”

Ziqian Mo is the cultivation of the upper realm of the day after tomorrow.

He and Zi Kun are both in the Purple Mansion period, two whole realms higher than Zi Qianmo, not a small realm. Mo Yan and Zi Kun talked, not wanting Zi Qianmo to hear it, it was a simple matter.

Hearing the title of "grandpa", Zi Kun was suddenly shocked, his pupils suddenly widened, and he glared at Mo Yan in disbelief: "President, you-"

It's a straight ball!

Grandpa called it out!

"That's right, that's what you think." Mo Yan's eyes were deep and terrifying, and the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened.

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Xiao Momo: Feed the brain to eat candy (≧_≦)

#明天一起偷#

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