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

Chapter 908 Jealousy Flying ([-])

Lu's mother looked sideways at the big white and clean hand on her shoulder, and her heart was filled with joy.

She lowered her head flattered, her cheeks flushed again.

Lu's mother secretly scolded herself for being worthless, and she was not some careless little girl, why she blushed so easily, it was really embarrassing.

Lu Mufeng and Qi Yuxi walked behind them to have a panoramic view of this scene.

Qi Yuxi suppressed a smile, and asked pretending to be sad: "If my father and your mother get married, should I call you brother? Do you think Xiao An calls you uncle or father? Are we messing around like this? "

Lu Mufeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and knocked on her head: "You dare to ask my brother to try."

"Brother! Brother! Brother!"

Why dare not, could he still eat her?

Called him many times in one breath.

Lu Mufeng was speechless, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll deal with you when I go back."

He deliberately emphasized the word "clean up", and Qi Yuxi's legs softened when he heard it.

"Shameless..."

"Fool." Lu Mufeng pampered Qi Yuxi's head, then took her hand.

The Hainanese chicken rice stalls are overcrowded, and there are no vacant seats, so you can only share a table with others.

Although he was already full, Ye Zhenting still ordered one.

He hasn't been so relaxed in many years, and he enjoys such a life in the market.

Mother Lu poured the sauce on the chicken and introduced: "The rice here is cooked with chicken soup, so it is very fragrant. The chicken is all pheasant, the meat is tender and tastes good."

Ye Zhenting took a sip, and it was indeed delicious as Lu's mother said.

They ate and drank inside, but suffered from Nangong Yuheng and his guards. There were too many people coming and going in the night market. Everyone looked like a terrorist. They had to work hard to protect the president. gentlemen.

Ye Zhenting wasn't hungry, but he finished a portion of Hainanese chicken rice.

A group of people continued shopping after eating chicken rice.

The night market is very large, and there are thousands of small stalls next to each other.

Ye Zhenting hugged Lu Yiyi all the time, but no one paid attention to him. He quickly blended in and stopped to watch when he saw something interesting and beautiful.

"Grandpa, I want to drink juice." Lu Yiyi pointed to a stall selling freshly squeezed juice and swallowed.

"Okay, grandpa will buy it for you."

Ye Zhenting carried Lu Yiyi to the past, and when paying the money, he remembered that he didn't have the habit of bringing money.

He looked around in embarrassment, but he didn't see Lu Mufeng, Qi Yuxi, or Lu's mother, so he could only call Nangong Yuheng who was protecting him not far away: "Yuheng, lend me 100 yuan, forgot Bring money."

When did Mr. President bring money?

Nangong Yuheng suppressed a smile, quickly took out his wallet, took out Zhou Nana's photo, and presented his entire wallet.

"Not so much, 100 yuan is enough."

Ye Zhenting didn't feel embarrassed at all.

She has been president for so long that she has almost forgotten what life is like for ordinary people.

Today, he is just an ordinary person.

After paying for the juice with the 100 yuan borrowed from Nangong Yuheng, Ye Zhenting put Lu Yiyi on the chair and waited for Qi Yuxi and the others to follow.

He was sitting on the chair, and suddenly a little girl screamed: "Wow, uncle, you look like the president, can I take a photo with you?"

Ye Zhenting joked, "It's very expensive to take a photo with me."

"How expensive is it? Is ten yuan enough?" The little girl took out ten yuan and looked at Ye Zhenting eagerly: "Uncle, I'm still a student, can it be cheaper?"

(End of this chapter)