Mo Jue stretched out his little hand and pointed murderously in the direction where Luo Yunxiao left.

Mu Yan burst out laughing, "What little white face? little brat, no politeness at all, this is my little uncle." ”

As he spoke, he slapped his little buttocks.

How is this Mo Jue the same as Qihuang, he always likes to call Uncle Xiao to be a little white face.

Where did Lord Emperor receive the treatment of being slapped on the buttocks, and a pair of blue eyes widened suddenly.

Glaring at Mu Yan angrily, "You, don't be rude......"

Mu Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw him with a tight face, puffing out his cheeks, and trying to release his coercion.

Why does Mo Jue's angry and arrogant appearance look more and more like Di Ming?

She couldn't help but kiss the white and tender little face, and said with a smile: "Am I being rude?"

Mo Jue's little face turned red all of a sudden, but the momentum of his whole body was like a punctured ball, leaking.

"Anyway, I hate that little white face!" he gritted his teeth, "you must not get too close to him!"

Mu Yan smiled even more happily, "Why? Is it because he looks better than you?"

"He's better looking than me?" Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, "You, you still said that it wasn't him who you just thought!"

Benjun's appearance is unparalleled in the world, just a little white face, where is he better looking than Benjun!

Jun Muyan, are you blind?

Or do you want to climb the wall?!!!

Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, if he was Di Ming's body now.

Be sure to knead this woman in your arms and turn it over and over again to punish her.

Let her know who is the best-looking!!

When Mu Yan heard his angry accusation, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "Do you think the person I just said is Uncle Xiao? How could it be? I haven't even seen Uncle Xiao cooking." ”

She was silent for a moment, the smile in her voice retracted, and all that remained was gentle gentleness and longing with a touch of sadness, "I'm talking about my fiancé." ”

"In the past, when he was around me, he would always cook for me a lot of delicacies. His cooking skills are very good and good, no matter how ordinary the ingredients are, when they reach him, they will become delicious dishes. I was born with no talent for cooking......"

"I was forced to part with him, and I have never seen him again, and I have never tasted it again. ”

Mu Yan's voice was soft and faint, but it seemed to be holding a rare treasure, gently caring for it, and remembering it carefully.

She didn't notice that with her narration, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already been reported.

It was completely replaced by a fiery emotion that seemed to overflow.

The hands on his sides were clenched into fists, and the green tendons loomed.

The long eyelashes drooped, hiding the surging distress and longing in the blue eyes.

"You want the first prize in the Spirit Kitchen Competition, and I'll help you get it?"

The child's voice was crisp and immature, but with a hoarse beak that could not be denied.

Mu Yan came back to his senses from his thoughts, and looked at Mo Jue's resolute expression, but he couldn't help but laugh again: "Forget it! With your small body, it doesn't matter if you can afford a spatula!"

Mo Jue didn't get angry this time, but put his arm around her neck and whispered in her ear: "No, as long as you want, I will give it to you." ”

Mu Yan's heart jumped suddenly.

At this moment, she actually had the illusion that Emperor Ming was speaking in her ear.