Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

"It's okay, Guozi. Your Uncle Ye is not angry. He is busy with other things. (Novel Network) Hey, Mr. Ling, let's continue to eat ours."

Yin Yanyan changed the topic and looked at Ling Shaomo, who had been leaning on the back of the chair without saying a word, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Ling Shaomo was looking at her with a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes seemed to be deep in thought.

Yin Yanyan was a little embarrassed by what he saw, and forced a smile: "Hey, Mr. Ling, why are you looking at me like this? It's not like a flower suddenly grew on my face." [

Ling Shaomo also smiled and suddenly said: "Yan Yan, how about getting engaged to me?"

Huh? Yin Yanyan opened her eyes wide as if struck by lightning, and blurted out: "Master Ling, you didn't drink too much, did you? Are you kidding me?"

Ling Shaomo glanced at her sideways: "What? Yan Yan, do you think I, Shao Ling, am not worthy of you?"

Yin Yanyan had a headache and sighed: "Young Master Ling, you are overthinking it. I am not worthy of you, so don't blame me."

Why are there so many rotten peach blossoms recently? She is overwhelmed.

Ling Shaomo raised a slanted eyebrow: "Whatever I like, it doesn't matter if I am worthy of it or not. Yan Yan, if I say that you are worthy of me and I am worthy of you, do you agree?

Do you agree? To tell you the truth, there are not many diamond kings like me. If you don’t seize this opportunity, you won’t be able to find that store in this village.”

Yin Yanyan avoided the important and took the easy: "Let's give this opportunity to a young girl in her prime. I, an unmarried mother, will not join in the fun. Okay, Mr. Ling, the joke is over, you..."

She was about to change the topic again when Ling Shaomo suddenly held her hand and stared at her: "Yan Yan, don't change the topic. I must ask you clearly today. If I propose to you,

, will you agree or not?"

His palms were hot and powerful, his handsome face was slightly red, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth...

Yin Yanyan turned her palm to one side, breaking away from his grasp, and looked at him calmly: "Young Master Ling, you drank too much! Guozi, ask the waiter for a bowl of hangover soup."

The last words were said to Yin Guo.

Yin Guo glanced at Ling Shaomo sympathetically. His mother had already gained experience in dealing with peach blossoms over the years.

He has become very good at this kind of thinking.

Dad Ling, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard, come on! I support you spiritually!

Yin Guo sent Ling Shaomo a cheering gesture.

Ling Shaomo has been playing crazy with him these days, and his liking for him has also skyrocketed.

Especially during the parent-teacher meeting the day before yesterday, Ling Shaomo actually appeared as his parent, which shocked everyone.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on him, Father Ling.

Especially his head teacher, almost nine out of ten words he said were directed at Ling Shaomo, and that look... tut tut... [

The whole class of kindergarten children envied him for having such an outstanding father...

After the parent-teacher meeting, all the children went home with their parents.

Ling Shaomo led him out of the kindergarten, and the envious looks he received at that time...

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