The sky-high cute baby, the president's daddy delivered it to the door

Chapter 832 If Life Is Just Like First Sight ([-])
When Lu Mufeng returned home from the hospital, he never stopped.

First help the two little ones to bathe and dress them, then tell them stories, and put them to sleep. When he returned to the bedroom, Qi Yulin had already turned off the light and curled up under the blanket.

Lu Mufeng stood at the door for a while, but he didn't even think about going in to sleep.

He closed the door gently, turned around and went to the room where the two children slept, took a bath and slept with them.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Lu Mufeng's mind was full of Qi Yuxi's figure.

Obviously she was right next door, within reach, but he just didn't want to go over and hug her.

I don't know how long this situation will last.

Lu Mufeng clutched his forehead in annoyance, if he still does this after the next year, he will go to the United States again.

Hearing that Lu Mufeng closed the door and went back to the next room, Qi Yulin secretly heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time was a little disappointed.

Maybe she should use some aphrodisiac drugs on Lu Mufeng, and get familiar with her body first.

At that time, she can truly replace Qi Yuxi.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year, and Lu's mother returned to Ye Zhenting's villa from the hospital early in the morning.

Ye Zhenting asked her to go back to her room to rest, but she couldn't stay idle, so she was busy cooking the New Year's Eve dinner.

The New Year's Eve dinner is naturally indispensable to Lu's mother's specialty dishes.

But Ye Zhenting only wanted to eat the sweet potato balls made by Qi Yuxi himself.

I ate it once during the Chinese New Year last year. After I got the recipe, I asked the royal chef to learn how to make it, but he still couldn't make the taste he wanted.

So, Ye Zhenting knocked on the door of Qi Yuxi's room: "Yu Xi, can you fry sweet potato balls for Dad?"

As soon as Qi Yulin heard the sweet potato balls, they were one head and two big.

It's okay to ask her to eat, but isn't it difficult to ask her to do it?

She simply won't.

Qi Yulin has been pretending to be sick for the past few days, and Qi Yulin seldom leaves the room, but he can't keep pretending like this.

Qi Yu opened the door tremblingly, and stood listlessly in front of Ye Zhenting.

"Okay, Dad, I'm going to fry it now."

She deliberately staggered a few steps, and Ye Zhenting quickly supported her.

"You can't even walk steadily. You are still trying to be brave. Go and lie down, and I will blow it up for Dad later."

As Qi Yulin wished, Ye Zhenting didn't ask her to fry sweet potato balls again, and escaped unharmed.

She lay back on the bed, relieved.

Since Yan Junlin was arrested, the person who sent her hasn't contacted her again. It seems that she can only rely on herself in the future.

She has to be careful every step of the way, otherwise she will be in trouble if her identity is exposed.

She couldn't bear the glory and wealth that was at her fingertips!
Qi Yulin was lying on the bed thinking about how to not be found out every day, thinking too much, and actually had a lot of pimples on his face.

These pimples became her protective umbrella, and she was not so guilty when facing Lu Mufeng.

Lu Mufeng was also lukewarm towards her, which made her suspect several times that she had been found out.

Seeing that Lu Mufeng and Qi Yuxi's WeChat accounts are so hot, why are they so indifferent to her?
Qi Yulin couldn't understand it.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, Qi Yulin kept his head buried, carefully sitting opposite Lu Mufeng.

"Mommy, I want to eat cake."

Lu Yiyi pouted her small mouth, hugged Qi Yulin's arm and shook her like a baby.

Qi Yulin was drinking the chicken soup stewed by Lu's mother herself, when Lu Yiyi shook it, the soup spilled out, a large area was wet on the woolen sweater, it was greasy sticking to the skin and it was very uncomfortable.

Qi Yulin was originally a young lady with a temper, and was made greasy by the child, so she yelled out of control: "The soup is spilled, let me go!"

　There are two more updates, which will be made up tomorrow morning, good night, babies!

　　
　
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