Hearing Mrs. Yu's words, the grievances in Nian Xiaomu's heart were not aggrieved for a moment.

Mrs. Yu really loves her.

"It's good now, you don't have any obstacles, so what are you waiting for?" Old Madam Yu thought of something important, let go of Nian Xiaomu's hand, turned around and walked out.

"Butler, butler, hurry, let people look at a good day again, the date of the engagement banquet should be advanced, the sooner the better......"

Nian Xiaomu: "......"!!

Nian Xiaomu just wanted to go out with him, but as soon as he took a step, he was carried back by Yu Yuehan.

"Sit down and have breakfast with me."

"......" When she heard his words, she remembered that there was such a thing as breakfast.

She made noodles with her own hands!

Nian Xiaomu turned his head and saw that the boiled noodles had been left for so long, and they had already been pasted.

Looking at it now, there are only lumps of batter.

Her little face fell.

She deliberately got up early in the morning to make him a loving breakfast, wanting to surprise him.

The result was only surprise, not joy.

I can't even eat noodles now......

"I'll pour this out and let the kitchen make it for you again." Nian Xiaomu stretched out his hand to pick up the two bowls of pasted noodles, but his hand was held down by him in the next second.

"No, just eat this." Yu Yuehan's dark eyes flashed slightly, and his lips opened faintly.

"But this one is ...... messed up."

Before she finished her words, Yu Yuehan had already reached out to take her bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat noodles slowly.

Noodles that are mushy will have a poor taste.

Soft and glutinous, completely chewy.

But he ate very deliciously, one bite after another, which made people wonder if the bowl of noodles he ate was a delicacy in the world.

Nian Xiaomu sat down and picked up the chopsticks and tasted them.

Sure enough, imagination is beautiful.

The pasted noodles will never taste good.

Is he reluctant to throw away the noodles because she made them?

Nian Xiaomu's heart moved slightly, he couldn't bear to abuse his stomach, and was about to ask him not to eat, when he looked up and found that his bowl was empty.

Not only the noodles, but not even a mouthful of soup left.

Put down the chopsticks, take out a tissue, and wipe the corners of your mouth calmly and elegantly.

Then, look up at her.

"Full?"

"......" she took a few bites and patronized to watch him eat.

Hearing his words, I was afraid that he would let myself finish the noodles in the bowl too, so I nodded without thinking, "I'm full!" ”

Hearing this, he got up from his chair.

Reaching out and straightening her clothes, he walked to the other side of the table, picked her up, and turned to walk out.

Without saying a word, he carried her back to the bedroom.

As soon as Nian Xiaomu saw the big bed in the bedroom, he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he couldn't get down on him, "Yu Yuehan, my aunt is here!" ”

The next second, he was put on the sofa.

The long figure turned, and sat down across from her.

His dark eyes were deep and his expression was serious.

This posture is scary to look at.

Nian Xiaomu grabbed a pillow and blocked it in front of him, "Yu Yuehan, if you have anything to say, don't look at me like this, I'm afraid!" ”

As her words fell, he leaned back slightly, his slender legs overlapping together.

If the atmosphere is too quiet, it is easy to make the nerves tense.

Just when Nian Xiaomu was about to lose his breath, he slowly opened his lips, "When did you know that Xiao Liuliu is your biological daughter?" ”