The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

The two little buns took the watermelon from their mother with both hands, and couldn't wait to put it to their mouths.

One mouthful smeared the area around the small mouth red, like two greedy little cats, extremely cute.

Jun Moyao looked at the puffy faces of the brother and sister, chewing with their small mouths, and really wanted to step forward and kiss them on the cheeks.

He thought so, but someone had already done so.

Si Lingling, who was sitting next to the child, was so adorable by her own children that she bowed her head and kissed the little bun's swollen face.

"Look at my two snacks, they know how to eat."

"Hee hee, mom, seven."

The two children felt their mother's kiss and looked up while chewing.

She also very obediently handed the watermelon in her hand to Si Lingling's mouth, and asked her mother to eat it together.

Si Lingling opened her mouth and pretended to take a bite: "Ah~ woo~"

Raising his hand to gently rub the little bun's head, he praised dotingly: "Mom's Liuliu and Jiujiu are so filial."

"If there is something delicious, I know how to invite my mother to eat, and my mother also invites good babies to eat."

Hua Luo handed over the one he had bitten on, and cleverly brought the untouched part to the baby's mouth.

"Ah~ woo~"

The brothers and sisters moved in unison, biting off two rows of small teeth marks on their mother's hand.

Jiu Jiu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and nodded seriously: "Good Qi, Mom Qi."

Liuyou raised her little arms with joy, and looked at her mother eagerly: "Mom, ah~ woo~"

The interaction between mother and child is sweeter than watermelon, and the whole room is full of yearning and envy.

Jons looked at the mother and child, and then at Jun Moyao, who was full of hope and longing.

He said softly: "My lord, if you really want to participate, go there by yourself."

Jons felt that today's master had become very strange to him, so strange that he could not see any trace of his familiarity.

"eventful."

Jun Moyao sent them two words lightly, but his eyes never looked away from the mother and son.

It turns out that this is the correct way for mother and child to get along.

But in my mind, what is it like to get along with my mother?

"Complete these exercises, otherwise I won't give you nutritional supplements at night."

"Why are you so stupid? Just like you, don't blame your father for despising you."

"The basic boxing technique I asked you to practice, have you mastered it? Let me have a look at it."

"If you only have this ability, you'd better go out and pretend that my mother never provided that luanzi."

"With your ability, I will be mad at you sooner or later."

"My old lady was deceived by animal oil back then, and agreed to cooperate with your dead ghost father."

"If I knew you were such a useless little thing, I should have strangled you to death when I was taken out of the petri dish."

...

There are many, many similar words, and each sentence is full of deep disgust and deep regret.

Regret that raising such a little boy like him took up her rich time.

She would rather spend a lot of time attending various high-end banquets than allocate a little more time to her.

The more Jun Moyao thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, he took a deep breath, shook his head, and threw out all the past that shouldn't exist.

The eyes looking at Si Lingling's mother and son became softer and warmer.

After eating desserts and melons and fruits, Si Lingling got up and said, "Sorry, I have to take a lunch break with the child, you two can do what you want."

"We should go back too."

Jun Mo Yao got up in time, looked at her softly, "You just take the child to rest, and we won't bother you."

After finishing the sentence, he greeted Sifu and Simu politely, and pulled Jons out of the G569 area.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Feeling the strength on his arm, Jons, who was dragged away in a hurry, couldn't help complaining, "You obviously want to stay..."

"To shut up!"