Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Ye Mulin made such an understatement, but Ai Wei couldn't say anything, he hesitated, "See you the day after tomorrow."

Ye Mulin hung up the phone without saying anything, and then raised his eyes, and saw the little girl sitting on the opposite bed wake up, looking straight at him.

He put down his phone and looked at the sky outside again: "Get up for dinner?"

"I don't want to eat, I'm very tired." She lay down again, holding the quilt, and said very lightly: "Yemulin, if you don't go to work today, you made such a big noise, I don't want to go down to eat."

Ye Mulin smiled, put everything down, walked to the bed, "Are you shy?"

She also touched her face, and she hid.

She stared at him: "Don't touch me, it's annoying."

Ye Mulin smiled slightly, did not say anything, let her lie down, but went downstairs to have dinner.

After only a while, the scent of food floated from downstairs, seduce rice insects and saliva.

He was so disgusting, he had a good day, and he didn't even give her food.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I wanted to smash the phone but didn't dare.

Just sulking like this, smelling the scent of food floating below... makes me even more angry.

Downstairs, the night mother asked worriedly while eating, "Is Shirley still awake?"

She stretched out her hand partly to blame, partly happily to pat her son: ‘You don’t want to be gentle. ’

Ye Mulin smiled, "I woke up and was angry."

Ye Mother was taken aback and looked at her son: "You won't let her come down to eat when you wake up?"

Ye Mulin smiled again: "I am angry and refuses to come down."

"That has to be coaxed too!" Ye Mother was anxious, preparing to go upstairs herself.

Ye Mulin said quietly, "I'll cook for her in a while."

The night mother's body stopped immediately: "What, are you cooking?"

This eldest son, who has never cooked a meal, said today that he would cook for Shirley.

Ye Mulin pretended not to see his mother's expression, and only went to the kitchen after dinner.

He was studying abroad, and he did a good job of western food. He made a pasta and a chicken curry and served it upstairs.

The fragrance is overflowing.

Bai Xueli sat up and looked straight at: "Is this for me?"

"No, I ate it myself." He held it in front of the sofa and smiled: "Aren't you angry?"

She cried out with anger: "I have to eat even if I am angry."

She didn't care, she got up, sat beside him without brushing her teeth, grabbed the fork in his hand and started eating.

The pure taste made her sigh contentedly: "It's delicious."

Then he looked at Ye Mulin, "The chef in your house is still good, I will enjoy it."

Ye Mulin didn't rob her, leaning to the side and staring at her lightly.

In fact, Mi insects are also easy to be satisfied. As long as you give her food and buy her favorite things, she will be behaved. She sleeps when he handles official affairs. She is angry and doesn't make trouble with him.

Very easy to raise.

He has deep eyes, but he has deep feelings that he doesn't know.

Perhaps this kind of gaze has been watching her from six or seven years old to the way she is now, almost twenty years ago, perhaps his dislikes are just excuses, an excuse that he can't bear to like such an idiot.

He thought about it this way, but didn't disturb her. He just kept his eyes on her face. He seemed to be a little satisfied when he saw her eating satisfied.

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