But after thinking about it, he was quickly relieved: "No, I eat woolen vinegar, you are my husband!" ”

Then he said domineeringly: "Chen Shao, you are no longer a single aristocrat, stay away from your little green plum and bewitching sluts, be careful of my hot hands destroying peach blossoms!" ”

"Little vinegar bucket!"

Mu Jingchen chuckled, raised his hand and rubbed her fluffy little head: "As soon as I got off the plane, Uncle An called and said that An Wei's old problem had been committed again, and he had just come back from taking the medicine." Flash Dance. We are in a class and if she has a seizure, we must take good care of her. ”

Hearing the last sentence of "take care", Xia Yimo felt a "chuckle" in her heart.

How to take care of it?

Seeing his girl, her smile was stiff, but she had something to say but she couldn't say it, Mu Jingchen was relieved, hugged her, and asked herself: "How else can I take care of it?" If she gets sick, ask someone else to give her medicine! ”

"Poof—"

The corners of Xia Yimo's mouth didn't tighten, she couldn't help laughing, and nodded wildly: "An Wei regrets that he really deserves to take medicine!" ”

What kind of brain fragments, pretending pills, regret pills, should be eaten bottle by bottle!

When class is about to end, they are basically waiting for the bell to end class, and the classroom is "buzzing" and restless. Flash Dance.

Xia Yimo also looked at the watch, couldn't listen to it, and lowered his head and deserted.

Turning his head to look at Mu Jingchen, he saw that he was playing a game, and was just about to come over to watch, when suddenly, a small light bulb lit up in his head!

By the way, she brought a "surprise" to Mu Jingchen today!

The black history that I want to erase for the rest of my life!

"Bell-", the bell rang for the end of class, and the classroom suddenly became lively, and it exploded into a mess. Flash Dance.

Xia Yimo mysteriously took out a photo from her bag, leaned in and whispered: "Mu Jingchen, I have a surprise for you!" ”

The voice was sweet and cute, super quiet, Mu Jingchen raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips rose: "Surprise? ”

When I saw something appear in the line of sight, I turned my head to look at it, and my face changed instantly!

threw away the phone and reached out to grab it: "Xia, Yi, Mo, this is your surprise?" "The face is gloomy, not angry, not anxious, but embarrassed.

"Are you surprised?" Xia Yimo shook his little hand and didn't let him touch the photo.

"Emma, Mu Jingchen, I saw your parents last night, and when I look at you again, I'm like a ghost! Your face is a collection of all the advantages of your uncle and aunt! I always thought that they only had one daughter, but I didn't expect that you were their son! ”

That's right, the last time she saw Mu Jingchen's parents, she was five or six years old, and by now, her impression has been blurred to the point that she can't do it. And when she was three or four years old, she took a photo with their children, and she always thought that she had a beautiful young lady!

At the age of three or four, he was pulled by his little hand, hugged his shoulder, and was even kissed!

Are they also half childhood sweethearts?

"Xia Yimo, give me the photo!"

Mu Jingchen grabbed her, grabbed her very seriously, and even pressed her into his arms and scratched her waist. The two rolled together, Xia Yimo couldn't help laughing, just grabbed the photo and didn't let go.

But suddenly, Mu Jingchen let go of her and said expressionlessly: "I won't tease you, why do you think it's me?" That little girl is beautiful, what's her name? ”

"Huh? Not you? Xia Yimo was stunned for a moment.

Take out the photo and look at it carefully. She asked her mother many times, this beautiful little girl is the child of a beautiful aunt and a handsome uncle, it can only be a small version of Mu Jingchen in a skirt!

"Isn't it beautiful?" Xia Yimo frowned slightly and asked rhetorically, more beautiful than her? A little vinegar!

Well, it's beautiful indeed!

The next moment, with an empty hand, Mu Jingchen took the photo, took it with another hand, hooked the corners of his mouth handsomely, and raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this just in hand?" Black history, of course, must be destroyed, and not a single one can be left! ”

Xia Yimo: "Mom, I was tricked by the black belly again!"