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Xu Qianqian didn't know the true relationship between Mu Bei and Li Zhengting, thinking that they were a normal couple and had a child. Pinshu.com

It's just that she is so low-key that she didn't announce it to the outside world, and naturally she is the young grandmother of the Li family, and she must know very well about the things in her own home.

"Beibei, this screen in your house is an antique!"

Xu Qianqian smiled and joked, looking at the maid's attitude, she thought it was an antique, but looking at Mu Bei's indifferent attitude, she felt that it should be just an antique ornament.

"Huh...... I didn't ask. ”

Mu Bei laughed embarrassedly twice, how did she know whether this was an antique or an antique ornament.

Judging by the attitude of the maid, it can't really be a valuable antique, right?

If she breaks it, or accidentally falls to the ground and scatters, will she have to lose a lot of money?

"Young grandma, this screen is an antique, it is said to be well preserved, and the workmanship is particularly fine, it can be used as a work of art, and it costs tens of millions of dollars."

The servant's words relieved some of Mu Bei's embarrassment, and she smiled and looked at Wen Yaxin and Xu Qianqian.

Hearing that this screen actually cost tens of millions, Wen Yaxin and Xu Qianqian were so frightened that their hands almost trembled, and then they grabbed it firmly, not daring to relax at all.

Xu Qianqian swallowed her saliva with difficulty, if she broke a little, she couldn't afford to pay for it without eating or drinking in her life.

"Beibei, it seems that I can't touch things in your house in the future, if I accidentally break an antique vase or something, I can't afford to lose my family."

Xu Qianqian cried with a sad face and joked with Mu Bei.

"There are so many antiques."

Mu Bei replied with a smile, she didn't dare to let Xu Qianqian break it casually, and she didn't need Xu Qianqian to compensate.

Because this is not her home, and the things are not hers, she has no right to dispose of them.

"Qianqian, don't speak, be careful, this screen alone will make you choke enough, you still have time to touch the antique vase."

Wen Yaxin laughed, as if she was joking with them, but in fact, she was helping Mu Bei change the topic.

Moments later, two antique screens appeared in the room.

Mu Bei looked at Li Zhengting who was sitting on the sofa, wanting to laugh but not daring.

He was wearing a white rabbit one-piece pajamas, sitting upright on the sofa, his face was serious and cold, and that appearance really made her laugh.

"You sleep on the couch, can you get used to it? Or...... You go back to your room to sleep? ”

Mu Bei sat beside him, and wanted to persuade him to go back to his room to sleep.

"Sleep."

Li Zhengting turned his head to look at her unhappily, and without waiting for her to react, he hugged her and fell on the sofa.

The sofa was not big or small, but it was big enough for the two of them to lie on their faces.

When Li Zhengting was holding her, there was still a place left on the sofa.

Xiao Baozi crossed the screen and saw the two of them hugging each other, lying on the sofa.

"Mommy, are you going to huddle with Daddy?"

Li Xiyin stared at the two people hugging each other, blinking her big eyes like elk, and her long curly thick eyelashes fanning.

"I didn't ...... Mommy is just ......."

Mu Bei was anxious to explain, and wanted to struggle to get up, but was firmly hugged by Li Zhengting.

Her face was flushed, and she was extremely embarrassed when she thought of Wen Yaxin and Xu Qianqian behind the screen.

Without waiting for Mu Bei's words to finish, Li Zhengting planned her words.

"Go back to bed and turn off the lights."

Li Zhengting stared at Xiao Baozi, with a threatening hint in his cold eyes.

It seems that if the little bun doesn't go back to turn off the light and sleep, he wants to get up and pick up the little bun and throw it out.

Li Xiyin flattened his mouth and stared at them aggrievedly, his conscienceless father didn't want to think about whose credit it could be here.

Hum! Ungrateful!

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