The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Xiao Er, it doesn't matter if you have a physical problem, but you can't deceive yourself!"

She looked worried, raised her voice, and stood up with a bang when she got excited.

"..."

The evil fire in Rong Liyuan's heart kept rising, his forehead throbbed, and he rubbed his swollen forehead with his bony index finger.

His brows and eyes were cold, and the hostility lingered all over his body. Everyone in the hall clearly sensed his displeasure.

Bai Mo: "..."

There was a trace of panic on the clean and soft face, and the body kept shrinking into the corner.

As a man, it is a matter of dignity to be suspected.

It's over, the second master must have accumulated a lot of anger in his heart, in order not to be affected, it's better to stay away.

The strong smell of medicine lingered on the tip of his nose, and Rong Liyuan suddenly said in a deep voice, "Housekeeper, serve this soup down."

The atmosphere in the living room was weird, and the war seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

Under the tremendous pressure, Steward Lin stepped forward without changing his expression, "Yes..."

As soon as he walked to the dining table and stretched out his hand, before touching the soup bowl, the back of his hand was knocked harmlessly by a pair of chopsticks.

"Old Lin, just stay aside for me!"

The old lady said with a serious face, "Xiao Er, don't make up your body, do you want to become a seven-second man?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing the old lady's meaningful words, Mu Changying choked.

Seven seconds man?

Mommy, what kind of tiger-wolf word is this?

Cough, this description really doesn't fit Ah Yuan...

There was a rapid coughing sound in her throat, and she quickly put down the spoon, her eyes filled with physiological mist.

"Yingbao!"

Rong Liyuan's face was tense, his pupils darkened, and he held her in his arms with his big hand.

She sat on his lap with her legs spread apart, and he held a glass of warm water to her lips.

"Ninny!"

Seeing that her daughter-in-law was choking, the old lady stopped arguing with Rong Liyuan.

She crossed her hands and interlocked her fingers, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Gulu—"

Mu Changying opened her pink mouth, and lightly sipped the warm boiling water.

His throat was moistened, and his ugly face eased a bit.

Leaning in his arms, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The little hand reached out to take the water glass from him, held it in both hands, and continued to drink a few sips of water.

"A Yuan, Mom, I'm fine."

She was just intimidated by that adjective just now, so she choked without noticing it.

The girl's face returned to ruddy.

The hostility in Rong Liyuan's body dissipated, and he rubbed the corners of her eyes with his calloused fingertips, gently wiping away the tears.

Immediately afterwards, he rubbed her head, "Yingbao, as long as you're fine."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the small wontons on the table, and there were huge waves in his eyes.

In the future... this breakfast will not need to appear on the dining table!

"..."

Steward Lin stayed aside, and consciously stepped forward to take down the little ravioli, taking this opportunity to escape from the battlefield.

After resting for a while, the body has already recovered.

Mu Changying got up from his arms, pointed at the bullwhip soup with a slender finger.

"Mom, this thing is actually useless, let's take it away."

Her voice was as soft as ever, but the expression on her little face was a little serious.

"..."

The old lady opened her mouth, but finally swallowed a bunch of words back into her stomach.

Nannan is suddenly so strong, it must be because she wants to protect Xiaoer's face, and she doesn't want his condition to be known to everyone.

"That's all, since my daughter has spoken, let's take it..."