Lolita, don't be too flowery

It's seven o'clock.

The sky has gradually darkened.

The sky was black, but, because of the embellishment of a few bright stars, it was alive.

That round of clear yellow moon added a bit of tranquility to the sky.

However, at this time, Yuchi's house was brightly lit and very lively.

The reason is simply that a guest came—

"Xiao Li! Try it, this is the dish cooked by my uncle's mother." The enthusiastic Bo Lianwen (Yu Chixiao's mother) sandwiched the dishes and kept sending them to Han Ruoli's bowl.

"Really?" Han Ruoli took a sip and said pleasantly, "Auntie's cooking is delicious!"

"Really?" Bo Lianwen was a little ecstatic, and brought another piece of meat in his hand, "If it tastes good, eat more! And oh, come to our house to spend more time with Auntie in the future!"

"Hehe! Auntie, you have Xiao to accompany you!" As she spoke, she glanced at Yuchi Xiao who was sitting opposite her.

"Hmph! Just that brat? He, the number of times he stays at home every year can be counted on ten fingers!" Bo Lianwen waited fiercely for Yu Chixiao.

"Mom! How can you be like this! I'm still not your son!" Yu Chixiao retorted dissatisfiedly.

"To be honest, it would be great if I didn't have your son!... Hey! Xiaoli, why don't you be my daughter!... Or, my daughter-in-law is also fine!"

Hearing the last sentence, Han Ruoli couldn't hold back the water from his mouth, and sprayed it all on the face of Yu Chixiao who was opposite.

"Uncle, aunt! Xiao and I are just good friends..." Han Ruoli eagerly wanted to explain.

"Being good friends now doesn't mean they will be good friends in the future! The relationship still needs to be developed step by step! I understand this!"

"Lian Wen!" In the end, it was Yu Chiwei who spoke.

"Okay, okay! If you don't say it, don't say it!" Bo Lian pouted, dissatisfied.He lowered his head and chewed the rice vigorously, as if he regarded them as Yuchiwei.

Ha ha!

Han Ruoli looked at her aunt's childish actions, and Han Ruoli was really satisfied.

Turning his gaze, Yu Chixiao in front of him stared at her, still holding the paper in his hand, wiping his face fiercely.

Uh……

When did Yu Chixiao become so stingy?