Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 821 Another side of the cold-blooded female killer! (3)

The other side of the cold-blooded female killer! (3)

"All right!"

Irene gently raised her hand, and lovingly patted Mo Yehan's little hand stretched out to pinch the bun.

"Wash your hands before eating!"

"Yes, Aunt Irene!"

The two children smiled and went into the operating room to wash their hands. Irene pulled away the chair by the table and motioned Yao Yuan to sit down.

"I haven't sat down for a long time. I don't know how it tastes. Try it?!"

While speaking, she picked up a small bun with her chopsticks and brought it to Yao Yuan.

Before Yao Yuan reached out to pick it up, the two children had poked their heads out from the door.

Murong Lixiao shouted with a smile.

"Aunt Irene, Uncle Yao hasn't washed his hands yet. You can't hold the buns with your hands. You should feed them to him!"

Irene's face burned instantly, originally she just wanted to break the embarrassment with Yao Yuan.

Unexpectedly, she was tricked by this little girl again.

The steamed stuffed bun between her chopsticks didn't even fit when she retracted it, and she thought it was inappropriate to send it.

While hesitating, Mo Yehan had already opened his mouth in a calm tone.

"Uncle Yao, why don't you open your mouth? Could it be that you want to wait for Aunt Irene to help?!"

In a word, Yao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

In a hurry, she opened her mouth and bit the bun between Irene's chopsticks.

Biting is biting, but really biting harder.

The soup inside the steamed stuffed bun was squeezed out all at once, spraying it all over his body and face.

"sorry!"

Erin was busy, so she quickly put down her chopsticks, grabbed the napkin and wiped it for him.

"It's okay...no..."

Yao Yuan wanted to refuse, but Murong Poxiao and Mo Yehan ran over from left to right, and pulled one of his palms.

"Uncle Yao, sit down quickly and ask Aunt Irene to check for burns!"

The two children pulled him into a chair without any explanation and sat down.

After hearing this, Irene also became worried, and helped him wipe off the soup on his face, while leaning towards his face, carefully holding his face to see if it was burnt.

(End of this chapter)