So You Have Loved Me Too

Xin Hailong felt that a mouthful of old blood had already used his throat.

Regardless of Xin Hailong’s face that is even more ugly than pig liver, Xin Xiaoxiao looked down at the little guy in front of him again, stretched out his hand and slammed his forehead vigorously, "Little thing, don’t scream, you call my grandma, then Mom calls my mother to call grandma too."

Xin Hailong: "..."

Did he ruin the universe in his previous life?

With his hands behind him, he clenched his fists tightly, abruptly suppressing the urge to hit Xin Xiaoxiao.

No longer looking at her, he turned his gaze to his son, "Kangkang, come to eat."

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the restaurant angrily.

Mao Jialan's long hair was loosely tied, wearing an apron, and a tall figure, not losing the virtuousness of the woman at home, and the taste of a sister.

She glanced at Xin Hailong's dark face, and smiled irritably: "You said that every time you quarrel with her, you make yourself half to death, why bother."

This is a fact.

Xin Hailong's expression became colder, and he pulled a chair away and sat down.

Mao Jialan immediately poured him a glass of water, bent over to get close to him, and whispered: "She is actually a good boy, just a little bit naughty, nothing bad, don't be angry, and don't always teach her in front of me. , She is so old, she wants to save face, and she already has opinions on me. If you teach her in front of me, the less convinced she will be, I am embarrassed when you quarrel.

What she said was reasonable.

Xin Hailong's face looked a little better.

Xin Xiaoxiao happened to come in at this time, and seeing Mao Jialan bending so close to Xin Hailong, she was puffed up again, and her heart became sore.

She quickened her pace and walked to Xin Hailong's right position, pulled her chair away and sat down.

That should have been Mao Jialan's location.

However, it was just a position, Xin Hailong didn't want to mess with her little ancestor, so he didn't say anything.

Mao Jialan breathed a sigh of relief, took off his apron, and sat next to her son.

After helping him to tie the children's napkin, first served him a bowl of soup.

Xin Xiaoxiao glanced at the dishes full of the table, his usual style was completely different.

She was wondering how to change her style today, Xin Hailong's voice suddenly sounded, "Today these dishes are made by your Aunt Mao."

Hearing this, Mao Jialan frowned and gave Xin Hailong a reproachful look.

Xin Xiaoxiao sneered, "Huh? Aunt Mao Beast?"

Pretending to be wrong on purpose.

"..."

An embarrassment flashed across Mao Jialan's beautiful face, but her gaze immediately turned to Xin Hailong, winking vigorously at him.

Instructed him not to care about Xin Xiaoxiao.

Xin Hailong's face was cold for a long time, but he suppressed his anger, but the little guy next to Mao Jialan suddenly said, "Mom, sister scolds you."

Mao Jialan frowned and scolded him, "Don't talk nonsense."

Then she looked at Xin Xiaoxiao again, and whispered softly: "Xiaoxiao, I know you don't like me, but I..."

Before she finished her words, Xin Xiaoxiao interrupted her coldly, "Knowing that I don't like you, you still talk to me, aren't you sincerely against me."

Then she gave her a cold eye again, picked up the chopsticks, bowed her head to eat.

She grabbed the white rice with no vegetables in her mouth. Mao Jialan looked at her several times, frowning and tangled.

"Xiaoxiao, eat vegetables."

In the end, she still couldn't hold back, using a clean spoon, scooped a spoon of Gongbao chicken, ready to put it in Xin Xiaoxiao's bowl.