Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Tang Xiao took a puff from the corner of his mouth, pulled up the last point of the zipper, and shook out the door with his head full of bubbling porridge.

As soon as she got to the door of the next room and stood still, she heard the voice inside again.

"Ah, big brother! You start a little lighter, a little lighter... Ah

Xiao Jingye's voice was absorbed by the sound insulation materials in the door panel and the wall. It seemed a little hazy, but inexplicably stained with a more deadly sense of attraction.

Tang Xiao was petrified, and the pink bubbles in his mind exploded.

For a while, the door was opened from inside with a "bang".

Tang Xiao, standing in the same place as a statue, stared at mu Yunshen and came out with his shirt collar straightened and eyebrowed at her. He seemed to be a little surprised, "Why are you still here, haven't you gone down yet?"

Tang Xiao's tongue immediately tied the knot, "ah, that... Just changed clothes, this is going to..."

"Brother, you just left. Don't you plan to wait for me?"

Tang Xiao followed the sound probe to look inside, just saw Xiao Jingye swayed out from the inside, the colorful coat was kneaded in a mess, the belt button was askew to one side, with a layer of indistinct flush on his face.

He raised his resentful eyes, silently looked at Tang Xiao at the door, and then showed a very understanding expression.

Tang Xiao, "..."

Mu Yunshen angrily printed a solid chestnut on his forehead and yelled, "wait, don't play, hurry down, it's time to eat."

Xiao Jingye flatted his mouth unwillingly and gave a "Oh" sound. He threw a look at the fox spirit with a smile at Tang. After a hum, he went downstairs angrily.

As a very qualified straight man of iron and steel, mu Yunshen naturally failed to understand the sudden flush of his daughter-in-law's face. He quickly said with great concern, "smile, why are you so red? Can't you really tell that smelly boy that he has a fever? "

Tang Xiao quickly shook his head, "no, no, I'm fine!"

With that, she ran downstairs wobbly, her slender waist "Hula" twisted, and the whole person disappeared into mu Yunshen's sight at the corner.

Mu Yunshen frowned a little inexplicably to follow him.

At the dinner table, everyone was eating noisily. Qin Fengjiao, holding her grandson in her arms, was very happy. She was kissing him on his smooth and tender face. A group of elders led by Fengyin were all around happily. Looking at the children's eyes was like looking at some rare animals.

However, being watched by people's eyes, the children didn't seem to care. They were even very happy. Their mouth was drooling, and their smiling eyes were bent into small moon teeth.

Feng Yin took the freshly prepared milk powder, looked at the little guy holding the bottle and began to Gudong Gudong drink, and said with a smile, "this child is very good, not the same as Yunshen when he was a child."

Mu Yunshen listened to the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but look at it and poked a finger on his son's round face. "What you said is like I'm not your own son."

As soon as the old and beautiful lady Feng Yin heard this, Liu Yemei picked up, "you want to be beautiful! Also, don't poke my baby grandson in the face. Do you think this is xiaorou's childhood? How do you want to play

Mu xiaorou chewed granny's words several times and gradually tasted something wrong. She looked at Mu Yun blankly and said, "ah?"

Mu Yunshen ignored her.

The touch of the fingertips is very good, the baby's face is very soft, soft like a cloud, big eyes, big eyes, grinning at his father.

Then all the people on the scene watched president Mu Da with a long iceberg face soften his eyebrows and eyes, and a slow smile gradually rippled on his lips, like the small ripples on the surface of the lake when the spring breeze was blowing.

Looking at her grandson Gudong drinking milk, Ms. Fengyin began to teach her son and daughter-in-law, "I don't know how you usually treat my grandson badly. It's better to see the bottle than to see you both!"

With that, she looked at her son and muttered, "son of a bitch!"

"... mom, it's not our fault. If you don't believe me, ask Xiaoxiao. We feed him eight times a day at home. This little child is so good to eat."