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!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked to the bedroom by Mu Jingchen: "My wife is here, see you downstairs in five minutes." ”

"Oh, my sister-in-law is here~" Ling Feiyi raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, and he wanted to follow down to see if he didn't break the black news to his little sister-in-law.

Mu Jingchen only glanced him up and down lightly, his messy hair, slightly wrinkled clothes, and a bewitching face, he was uninhibited, and said with a poisonous tongue: "I don't mind if you look like you just came back from picking up garbage all night to see her." ”

"......" Ling Feiyi: "You won!" ”

"Bang-", angrily slammed the door and walked into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, downstairs.

On the sofa, Xia Yimo sat beside Mu Jingchen, peeling an orange in her hand. One peels, one waits to be fed.

On the other side, Shen Suixin looked at the two of them with matching faces, and smiled like a flower: "Momo, Feiyi has a very good personality, and he is very similar to Xiao Chen, so their cousins have always played very well." ”

Thin lips pursed, Mu Jingchen: "Mom!" ”

Xia Yimo smiled and put a piece of orange petal in his mouth, and someone was instantly put away.

"Aunt, Brother Chen, sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"

Copying his trouser pockets, Ling Feiyi dragged him downstairs coolly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and the silver-white hair behind his ears was dazzling.

"Fei Yi is here!" Shen smiled casually.

Xia Yimo turned his head as soon as he heard the voice, and in a blink of an eye, he met Mu Jingchen's warning gaze, and raised his beautiful eyebrows: "If you dare to look straight, you will die!" ”

Xia Yimo: "......"

Will she look straight at the boy on the couch who sleeps worse than her?

Is Mu Jingchen funny?

"Eat oranges!" The little hand stuffed the orange petal into him again, and inadvertently tilted the little head.

With just one glance, his expression stiffened, his little heart suddenly mentioned, and the orange in his hand was almost thrown away.

Xia Yimo: "......"

Mu Jingchen's cousin turned out to be the demon who untied her skirt and pulled her hairband?!

Mu Jingchen and Aunt Mu must not be allowed to know that they have met, otherwise how can they explain.

subconsciously wanted to stuff the orange to Mu Jingchen, but he didn't pay attention to it, but stuffed the orange peel into his hand.

Mu Jingchen pinched the orange peel and smiled sheepishly: "...... Is this for me? ”

“...... Help me throw away the spicy, the trash can is in your place! Xia Yimo was witty, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm and buried himself in peeling oranges.

"Little sister-in-law, I'm Ling Feiyi, Brother Chen's cousin," approaching, Ling Feiyi greeted with a wicked smile, and sat down opposite her and Mu Jingchen: "First meeting, let's interview...... "How did you take my cousin away?"

But before he finished speaking, when he saw the face of the legendary little sister-in-law, the evil smile froze for a moment, her eyes froze, and her expression was complicated.

The good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and the words were paused.

Without waiting for him to ask, Xia Yimo pretended to have never seen him, and said with a smile: "I'm Xia Yimo, it's the first time I've seen you, please take care of me in the future." ”

It was clear that he didn't want Mu Jingchen to know that they had already met.

Ling Feiyi was inexplicably upset, but he didn't know why.

So, he was going to pinch each other with Mu Jingchen, but he changed it instantly, lazily crossed Erlang's legs, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, deliberately making things difficult for Xia Yimo: "Little sister-in-law, you look familiar, have we met somewhere?" (The demon school grass is too black: Young master, please let go.) 6767330)--

( Demon School Grass is too black: Young Master, please let it go)