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Yuan Rolling has never looked like a master......

In the main mansion of the Yuan Mansion, they may have been afraid of He Tingyu in their hearts before.

But since the little young master in the main house, Miss Yinyin, plus Mrs., the most important thing is the advent of the little master of Meow......

The servants inside are a little self-indulgent......

I'm afraid I'm still afraid of Nicholas He......

But there is a smell of He Tingyu, and they are just pretending to be afraid.

In front of Mrs. Yuan Rollan, they don't have to pretend to be ......

……

Yuan Rolling habitually mingled with the servants, and when he saw that someone came to watch his super tired grandson, he immediately shook off He Xiao's hand, came to the door, and told him what had just happened.

I have to say that Yuan Rolling has a great ability to incite the atmosphere. The servants were substituted into the atmosphere, filled with righteous indignation, and one by one they gritted their teeth and wanted to tear the keyboard warrior apart.

The atmosphere is almost over, and naturally her grandson appears.

Anyway, it's very powerful......

Needless to say, you can see it with your eyes, it's super powerful.

So, Yuan Rolling and a group of servants watched, waiting for the little young master to unveil the mystery of follow-up treatment for them.

The movement here alarmed Mu Siyin, who had just woken up from a nap......

Holding Meow Meow, who was still sleeping, and He Tingyu walked over together......

……

As soon as Yuan Rolling saw He Tingyu coming, he immediately told him what had just happened......

After listening, Nicholas He was possessed by a black god for a second, and a anger that had not appeared for a long time appeared on him.

Even Mu Keyan, who was in Mu Siyin's arms, felt a little that he shrank into his arms, his little brows wrinkled, his small mouth nested, and his little body shrank in swaddling clothes, and he didn't wake up, but he was obviously affected.

Mu Siyin reached out and pulled He Tingyu's hand, and gestured to the sleeping girl in his arms.

The expression of the black god He Tingyu was finally a little better, and then he stepped inside.

Mu Siyin really had a feeling at that moment just now, if she hadn't blocked it with her daughter, He Tingyu might have destroyed all the people involved in this matter because of this incident......

……

Mu Siyin stood behind He Tingyu and watched the father and son operate together with a tacit understanding.

Except for the father and son, no one else knew what they were going to do.

Mu Siyin looked at He Shaochen......

Her son is smart, she knows it, but this is the first time she has seen ruthlessness in her son's eyes. This kind of anger made her a little worried about whether he, who was in charge of this matter, would do something out of the ordinary.

She knows Nicholas He's identity, so naturally she won't be naïve and innocent about how clean his hands are.

She never asks more......

But this thing......

If it was because of this, she would be a little worried, her daughter was lawless......

Holding his daughter in his arms, who was not as big as he was sleeping, Mu Siyin was not as excited as Yuan Rolling, and he was a little worried......

After the cold air was lifted, the little girl continued to sleep fragrantly, not affected by the outside world.

I don't know that because of her relationship, an online 'massacre' is being staged......

……

This worry, until the projection operated by Nicholas Ho on one wall, was the live broadcast of XX Square.

The big and small man, who had already arranged everything, took his hand back. He Tingyu put one hand around Mu Siyin's waist, felt the tightness of the little woman, reached out and pinched her waist, signaling her to relax.

He Shaochen also turned around at the same time, and intimately moved the chair on the side and put it behind Mu Siyin, turning into a well-behaved and sensible son in a second, without half the anger just now: "Mom, sit and watch." ”

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