On the large screen TV, there is also a cool game interface, on the low-luxury wooden floor, a pile of bottles, beer, cocktails, colorful, I can't count how many there are.

Playing crazy.

didn't look at the boy on the sofa much, Xia Yimo's eyes quickly turned to the big bed on the side.

Sure enough, I saw Mu Jingchen lying lazily on the bed, his figure was long and noble, his ink-dyed hair was slightly messy, his handsome face was buried in the pillow, and his sleeping side face was demonic.

"I slept like this," with a black line, Xia Yimo took her white index finger, gently poked her sleepy and a little childish face, and whispered: "Get up and go back to the bedroom to sleep Mu Jingchen!" ”

"I didn't change my clothes, and it was so uncomfortable to sleep."

Obviously, the two boys played games until they didn't want to play, so they found a random place and slept on it.

Mu Jingchen has a really good relationship with his cousin, it's rare to see him play so crazy with anyone.

couldn't wake up at all, Xia Yimo could only sigh and give up, planning to cover him with a quilt.

He didn't even have a dust on his body, the goods on the sofa at least knew that he was covered with a blanket, Mu Jingchen was good, the quilt was right next to him Chen Shao, and he didn't even move his fingers to pull it, he was really lazy to explode.

As soon as Xia Yimo turned to leave, his wrist was suddenly clasped by a strong force.

In the next second, she fell to the big bed.

Mu Jingchen in his arms.

Xia Yimo: "......!! "!

"Where do you want to go?" The arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, and the nice voice asked.

The pointed chin clattered the top of her hair, and her voice was lazy, and she was half-asleep when she heard it.

The corners of Xia Yimo's forehead twitched, like coaxing a big child, and he spoke in his arms: "Mu Jingchen, don't make trouble, go back to the bedroom and change out of your pajamas and go to sleep." ”

A big child: "You sleep with me." ”

Xia Yimo: "I'll sleep with you." "You're up!

In the next second, without a little defense, she was hugged by a princess, picked up from the big bed, and walked steadily outside the game room.

His arms are strong and strong, and his steps are relaxed and bright, not at all like he has just gotten up.

With his little hands around Mu Jingchen's neck, Xia Yimo gritted his teeth: "...... Mu Jingchen, you actually woke up a long time ago, right? ”

"Just woke up." Bad sunny laughs.

"And what about your cousin?" Before going out, Xia Yimo glanced at the boy on the sofa and asked casually.

I vaguely saw the silver-white hair, and secretly speculated, could it be that Mu Jingchen's cousin, who was related to the dead iron, turned out to be a beautiful silver-haired person?

"Do you want to wake him up like you called me?" Mu Jingchen asked geographically.

After all, Ling Feiyi's demonic face was killed by both men and women, and the eldest young master's vinegar jar had to be turned over.

Xia Yimo was actually very innocent, she didn't even see Ling Feiyi's face.

I saw only a drop of silver-white hair.

Xia Yimohu asked suspiciously: "...... That's your fake cousin? ”

Mu Jingchen: "......"

Before lunch, it was Mu Jingchen who kicked Ling Feiyi up.

Ling Feiyi's anger was no less than him, and he didn't get up from the sofa, a pillow flew towards him first.

"Don't make a noise." Nice voice, said childishly.

Mu Jingchen threw the pillow on him again: "Get up and have lunch." ”

Ling Feiyi pretended to be dead motionless: You go, I can't hear it, I can't hear anything.

Mu Jingchen grabbed his trouser pocket with one hand, turned around and left calmly, holding his mobile phone with one hand: "Hey, auntie, ...... you want to sell all the limited supercars of Feiyi?" ”

Before he finished speaking, the boy on the sofa jumped up smartly, copied the mobile phone from his hand accurately, grabbed his slightly messy hair frantically, and walked out of the game room with a half-dreaming and half-awake body: "Mom, I'm 'already' in the Mu family now, let go of my cars!" ...... Why don't you speak? ”

“...... Depend on! ”

Glancing at the completely black screen of the mobile phone, Ling Feiyi couldn't spurt a mouthful of blood in his heart.

Looking at the big demon king with the corners of his lips lightly hooked on his side, he threw the phone back, grabbed the silver-white hair frantically, and fried his hair: "Brother Chen, you are really still the same, belly and black!" ”