"But no, you also know that I'm dissatisfied with you, Xue'er will come over for dinner later, you go pick it up, do you hear!" Mi Xiaole finished yelling at Mo Zixuan.

He said to Jian Junxi, whose face changed slightly: "Mr. Jian, wait a minute, the dish will be ready immediately, and Xue'er, she is Zixuan's fiancée.

Because it's rare for him to have a meal at home, I want them to develop a relationship, don't you mind! ”

"It's okay......" Jian Junxi hooked her lips, Mi Xiaole was still familiar in her memory, but when she heard her call Xue'er, she almost thought it was ...... It's calling yourself

Only then did I think of Mo Zixuan's fiancée, it turned out that her nickname was also Xue'er.

Mi Xiaole turned around and went to the kitchen, Mo Zixuan pursed his lips speechlessly, and chuckled at Jian Junxi: "Don't pay attention to my mother, her stinky temper is what my father is used to."

used to be a gentle lady, but since marrying my father, a poor boy, she has to make soup for you, and she has to make soup for you, and it has slowly become like this......"

When Jian Junxi heard this, he couldn't help but raise his lips and smile slightly, like the most beautiful poppy, with a strange beauty, incredibly beautiful.

Mo Zixuan saw her smiling for the first time, and her beautiful appearance made him stunned in place, and his eyes were only full of amazement.

Jian Junxi knew what was wrong with him at a glance, so he helplessly turned his head and asked lightly: "Zixuan, this is your own design!" ”

Mo Zixuan was called back to his senses by her, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, I can draw drawings!" ”

Jian Junxi's sculpted facial features scanned the entire living room, and the tranquility in his eyes was as moving as a pool of autumn water.

Mo Zixuan couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Junxi, you should smile more, you really look good when you smile." ”

Jian Junxi's thin lips pulled slightly, and he was silent...... The appearance is just a pair of skins, no matter how beautiful the face is, it will eventually pass away, why is it worth nostalgia?

"Go to my room and sit down!" Mo Zixuan grabbed her shoulders and said as he walked.

"Okay......" As soon as the two of them walked to the staircase, they heard a female voice calling at the door: "Brother Xuan......"

What a familiar name, Jian Junxi's eyes paused slightly, and when he turned around at the same time, he saw a beautiful girl standing at the gate, about 168 cm tall

The long waist-length hair is naturally draped over the shoulders and is as soft as black brocade, making you can't help but fantasize about the touch of your fingertips.

The eyebrows are picturesque, a pair of eyes like black jewels, clear and bright, with a small nose and pink lips.

The white T-beam, paired with a pair of light blue strap jeans, is particularly pure and cute, especially when laughing, two charming dimples ripple, which makes people can't help but be happy with her.

"That...... My mother is in the kitchen, you can go by yourself, I still have something to ......do" After Mo Zixuan finished speaking, he was about to go up with Jian Junxi.

Jian Junxi's eyes were dark, a touch of complexity swept through, and the corners of his lips unconsciously pulled out a touch of bitterness, "Xue'er" and "Brother Xuan" were like a dream in the past.

Maybe the real Xue'er should be the cute girl opposite, it doesn't matter, as long as their family is happy.

When I turned around, I saw that the girl's eyes suddenly filled with tears, her lips pursed slightly, and she looked very aggrieved, remembering that Mi Xiaole said that they should cultivate feelings.

She stopped and said to Mo Zixuan: "Zixuan, I still have a call to call, you and your fiancée should talk about it first!" ”

(End of chapter)