Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Feng Yin smiles and slaps him on the back of the head, "what's your name? A one month old child, if you can really call your little uncle, it's probably time to go through."

How come the Mu family's habit of photographing the back of the head is still hereditary? Adults and children are like this.

Xiao Jingye touched his sideburns and dared not speak. He had to raise his eyebrows and said, "maybe my eldest nephew is a genius. Who has stipulated that a month old child must not speak?"

Feng Yin glanced at him coolly, "I don't know about the other children, but you were two years old at that time, and it was not easy to speak. You were more than three years old, and you haven't been weaned yet..."

"..." young master Xiao fled, leaving behind a string of fragmented words, "you are right, my fault, my fault."

He took Su Xiaoyu and ran away, never daring to stay with the great woman who controlled all his black history from childhood to adulthood.

The old and beautiful lady Fengyin smiles triumphantly and turns around to entertain the guests.

While they were talking and laughing, they went downstairs to show them to the guests.

Musimo is a born villain. He is not afraid of life at all. Seeing the unprecedented number of people in his family, he is not afraid. On the contrary, he giggles.

Seeing that lunch time was approaching, Xiao Jingye wandered around the living room without seeing mu Yunshen and Tang Xiao, so he came up to Fengyin and asked, "where are my elder brother and younger sister-in-law?"

Feng Yin is busy teasing Sun Tzu. She slaps him away and says perfunctorily, "I guess it's upstairs. Oh, you can go and see for yourself. Don't pestle here. The dead child is so annoying."

"..." the despised young master Xiao bit the straw and turned upstairs.

In the room upstairs, Tang Xiao is picking clothes in front of the wardrobe. Today is the full moon for the children of moussimo. It's really a big day for her. After thinking about it for a while, she thinks that she should dress up carefully.

Mu Yunshen sat on one side, holding his chin waiting for her.

Tang Xiao was picking among the clothes. He pulled out a long skirt and asked, "is this nice?"

Mu Yunshen nodded happily, "good looking."

Tang Xiao changed his hand and said, "what about this one?"

"Good looking."

"No, it's still not good enough. How about this one?"

“......”

President Mu was finally convinced by the fear of being dominated by women's phobia of choice, so he had to hold his forehead to cope with it. In the end, no matter what she asked, he would reply "good-looking".

"And this one?"

Tang Xiao's inquiry rang out in his ears again. Master Mu nodded calmly, "it's good-looking."

"Mu! Cloud! Deep Tang Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "do you really have a good look?"

Master Mu's roar to his daughter-in-law was so frightening that he regained his mind. He quickly fixed his eyes on it. It turned out that what she was holding in her hand was still the one at the beginning.

"Cough." Muyun deep a little guilty to gently cough a few, "are good-looking, are good-looking."

Seeing that the active volcano in front of him was about to erupt, master Mu had an idea. His mouth was like smearing honey. "We look good with a smile. We look good in everything we wear."

Knowing that his words were funny, Tang Xiao still couldn't help laughing with a puff. His face didn't stretch. He half complained and half coquettishly said, "you don't help me to look at them. You're still glib!"

Mu Yun gave a deep smile, "in fact, today are all acquaintances, don't be too nervous, whatever you wear will do, your usual clothes are very good-looking."

"No way!" Tang Xiao said solemnly, "I have only such a son, and my son has only such a full moon. How can he be careless?"