One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

Chapter 991, you help me blow

Like the match, the belly of Yun Shishi’s stomach was slightly troubled. Also, there was not much to eat in the dinner yesterday. Plus one night, it is not enough to be hungry.

However, the low eyebrows looked at the porridge that was actually vegetarian, and the appetite was halved.

"Only porridge?"

"Only porridge."

"Is there no meat to eat?"

Mu Yazhe raised an eyebrow: "You can eat me."

"..." She still drinks porridge.

Yun Shi poetry sipped a bite, but was burned, tears almost flowed out.

Mu Yazhe said: "Slow."

Yun Shishi is so easy to swallow, "You blow me."

Mu Yazhe’s eyes were pumping, and he took a spoonful, and his face was unnaturally pouting and screaming a few mouthfuls.

That stiff expression, amused by the poetry of the world! She has never seen such a cute look at Mujac!

A man looked up and asked: "What are you laughing at?"

The sound is cold.

Yun Shishi realized that his mouth was over-excited, and the busyness stopped the smile. He said: "Yes, I think you are cute."

Mu Yazhe ignored her and gave her a slap in the face. She took a sip of her mouth and carefully blown her cold. After three times, the movements were naturally many.

That's it, he gave a bite, she took a sip, and the room was quiet for a moment, only the sound of porridge.

Looking at him, the heart of Yun Shishi is hot.

This should be the feeling of happiness?

This man, his identity is so noble, he should have been a jade food since he was a child, and he was served as a prince. He should have never done this for others.

Today, he is so considerate, and the poetry of the world is a bit overwhelmed.

"Who is this porridge cooked?" She suddenly asked.

Mu Yazhe twisted her eyebrows, and she did not conscience: "I cook, drink?"

"Not good to drink." Yun Shi poetry truthfully evaluated.

Mu Yazhe immediately smashed the pot: "Well! In fact, it is a blessing, it is a bit out of order!"

His words just fell, and the face of Yun Shishi was dark.

Yuyou, who walked to the door, suddenly made a big sneeze gracefully.

When he opened the door, he saw that Mu Yazhe held the insulated bowl and gave a sip of Yun Shi poetry to the scene of porridge. He smiled with satisfaction.

This is what it looks like to be a man!

The conditions for Yuyou’s squatting are: gentle, considerate, right, rich, and must be a wife and a slave.

Not bad, the land is slowly moving closer to his twenty-four filial husbands.

"Mummy~~"

Yu You and Xiao Yuchen happily rushed to the bed, the two little guys moved so much that the porridge bowl in the hands of Mu Yazhe almost overturned.

When Mu Yazhe was about to attack, he saw two little guys like koalas. One person hangs a cloud poem's arm. The little face is in the arms of Yun Shi's poems. He looks, looks, moves, and synchronizes with God. !

"..." Mu Yazhe suddenly had nothing to say.

"Mummy! Why didn't you go home last night, and you didn't say anything to Youyou! You are worried that you are dead!" Youyou looked up and said half of it, but suddenly he was keenly aware of what was there, and his clear eyes died. Staring at her face.

Yun Shishi saw him staring at himself for a moment, and some strangely touched his face.

Didn't touch anything weird.

Seeing Youyou has been staring, Yunshi poetry lips are stiff and stiff: "Baby, what's wrong? How have you been staring at Mommy?"

(End of this chapter)