MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 991 She is not a mummy

Dongfang was not aware of the anomaly.

At dinner, I returned to the previous state, and Mizi twirling around the east, as if there was no son of Oriental ink at all.

Seeing the dawn of the East, I went to the Oriental ink from time to time. She only pretended to put a few chopsticks on the Oriental ink. They were all spicy and not suitable for children, and the Oriental ink did not like it.

Oriental ink did not say anything, just put her clips out on the plate, did not move.

Oriental Emei.

When Mizi saw that he was not happy, she immediately said: "Ink, you are too picky. Why don't you give me the clip?"

"Too spicy, don't like it." Oriental ink said.

"Children can't picky eaters and eat." Mi Zijun ordered.

The Oriental 珏愣怔 looks at the rice 玥.

Isn't she very caring for children? For more than ten days, she has figured out the eating habits of Moh, how can he force him to eat food he doesn't like?

Oriental ink looks to the east.

Dongfang 珏 said: "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat."

Yonago immediately agreed: "That's good, listen to your knees."

Oriental ink did not speak, took two meals, put down the chopsticks, and said: "Hey, I have eaten."

Oriental dagger.

He slipped off the chair and left the restaurant.

Dong Fang looked at his little back and screwed his brow.

Mi Zizhen also said that if the Oriental ink did not say hello to herself, the small light bulb left, she was too happy to come.

"Auntie, what you love most." She gave the oriental 珏 珏.

After dinner, Dongfang received a call from Cheng Ziming.

"Auntie, I thought about it for a day, still feel that it is necessary to talk to you." Cheng Ziming voice is heavy.

"Zi Ming, Xiao Yan's personality is not very good, you have to bear more points."

Cheng Ziming smiled helplessly: "You really have her poison. I don't have anything, big man, she is sour, I don't care. But she is screaming today, her little arms are green." I can see that I am distressed."

The hand of the Oriental 珏 holding the mobile phone is tight, and the light sinks.

No wonder, in the past, when Moh came back from school, he rushed to the "Mizi 玥", but today it is very alienated.

Yonago is actually going to do it!

The oriental brow's brows were tightly picked up.

Cheng Ziming said again: "Auntie, you don't have only your woman in your eyes, care more about your son, or you will give me a pass, I will feel bad about you, or you will let your mother raise it. Don't bother you and Mi Zi's two-person world."

"Ink is very important to me." Dongfang only said such a sentence.

He loves Oriental ink, his pro-son, how can he not care, he just wants him to be independent and self-reliant, and he has developed habits since childhood.

On the surface, he doesn't care much about him. In fact, his every move at school, and his friends with him, he is clear.

Listening to Dongfang’s remarks, Cheng Ziming was relieved. The two chatted for a while and hung up.

The oriental cockroach looked at the bathroom door, which had a slap in the water, and the rice simmered in the shower.

He turned to leave the bedroom, went downstairs, and went to the kitchen himself.

When he saw him coming in person, he was shocked by the head chef and stuttered.

"Grandpa, what do you have to tell?"

"Boil a small bowl of chicken noodles."

"Good." The head chef nodded in a hurry. "Grandpa, you are waiting outside, so soon."

Dongfang 珏 turned to the restaurant, and the kitchen remembered the sound of ping-pong.

auzw.com The Eastern Dragonfly is immersed in contemplation.

After Yoshiko thinks of everything, his personality has completely changed, and he is only in his eyes.

When she remembers nothing, Dongfang hopes that she can think of it. Now, he feels that when she doesn't know anything, she is more lovely.

So gentle, smile like the ink, warm, he likes her.

Not much will, the chicken noodles cooked, and the Oriental 珏 personally went upstairs and went to the room of Oriental ink.

Knocking on the door, it was revealed that the oriental ink was a childish and strange face.

The Oriental cockroach walked in and put it on the table, saying: "Ink, you didn't eat much, just came over and ate."

He is a child, he is growing up and can't be hungry.

Oriental ink smiled and his eyes bent into crescents: "Thank you for your sigh."

He sat down and began to eat noodles: "Good incense."

The Oriental cockroach looked at him quietly, and he waited until he finished eating.

"come."

Oriental ink went over.

Dongfang’s words are not to mention pulling his arm, picking up his sleeves, and his left arm is bright and white.

The Eastern Dragonfly is going to grab his right arm, but the Oriental ink will hide his arm.

"Hey, I am full, not too early, I am going to sleep, and I am good night."

"Extend." Dongfang stared at him, and the light and majesty could not be refused.

Oriental ink had to stretch out his arms and hang his little head.

The Eastern Dragonfly saw the black-green on his white arm, and he took the medicine. It was not as obvious in the morning, but there were still traces.

Oriental Emei: "What is your mom?"

Oriental ink did not answer: "Isn't Cheng Shushu tell you?"

Oriental dagger: "Well."

After the rice was bathed, the oriental cockroaches could not be found everywhere. After passing through the children's room of the Oriental ink, they just heard the conversation between the two. She leaned against the wall and looked down on the sky.

"Well, you have a slap in the face, and you dare to sue me."

She stood for a few seconds and turned back to the bedroom.

In the children's room, the oriental ink is low with a scorpion, and the long eyelashes leave a nice silhouette under the eyelids.

"Hey, that person, she is not a mother." He whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Dongfang looked at him unexpectedly, thinking that he had an auditory hallucination.

Oriental ink lifted his face and looked at his deep scorpion. He said, "Mummy won't marry me. Mommy knows what I love to eat. I also know that children can't eat so spicy food. She is not."

The eyes of the East are deep and deep.

Silence for a few seconds, he patted the small head of Oriental ink: "Don't think too much, your mommy should be scared last night."

But for this reason, I can't convince the East to blame myself.

When Mizi licked the tiger skin, the blood of the hand was full of scent, but her hands were not over.

Where are the reactions that are scared.

"Hey." Oriental ink did not expect any reaction from the East, he laughed, "squatting, good night."

Dongfang Station stood up and went back to the bedroom.

Yonago was wearing a deep purple suspender skirt, leaning against the bed, the body curve was obvious, the skirt only covered the hips, the long legs were slightly curved, and the hooks were unusual under the light.

The oriental cockroaches only felt that the breathing was heavy.

He closed the door and did not go over. Mizi squatted out of bed with bare feet, ran to him in three or two steps, and jumped up at once, his legs wrapped around his waist.

"Auntie, I have been away for a few years. Have you thought about me?" She was as sweet as she was.