His wife is so sweet

Chapter 1529 Eldest Aunt Is Not Your Wife
"Uncle, uncle, mother's mouth, Momo wants it too!"

Momo shook off Tian Zixin's hand, holding on to the small column under the railing with her small hand, and stepped down one step at a time.

Originally he went downstairs by himself, Tian Zixin must have followed immediately.

But after he said that, Tian Zixin felt even more embarrassed, subconsciously went to look at Zhan Qianyan and Ling Qi, with embarrassment on his face but also a little funny.

Although Ling Qi stared at this side with a calm expression, the blush on his cheeks did not seem to be very calm.

Zhan Qianyan looked slightly cold, with displeasure in his eyes.

I don't know if it was because I was angry with Zhan Qingze and his son before, or because something good was interrupted.

When Tian Zixin looked away, Momo had already descended more than half of the stairs.

She hurriedly took Qiao'er to catch up, before she could catch up, Momo had already descended the last step, and staggered into Ling Qi's arms with her short legs.

Ling Qi smiled and stretched out his arms to catch him, and he climbed onto the sofa and sat on his lap, with his small arms around Ling Qi's neck, pouted and acted coquettishly, "Momo wants uncle, mother too!"

Ling Qi kissed him on the cheek in a funny way, and then leaned her sideways to touch his pouty little mouth.

"No, no, my aunt and uncle kissed just now, and Momo wants it too!"

Momo jumped in her arms twice, hooked her neck to reach her mouth.

Ling Qi tilted his head back, with a helpless expression on his face.

Before Ling Qi could find a way to deal with him, she felt a lightness in her arms, and Momo had been dragged away from her arms by Zhan Qianyan, imprisoned in her iron arms, and said in a deep voice, "Kiss, wait for you to grow up!" kiss your own wife."

"The eldest aunt is not your wife, why can't you kiss me if you can?"

Momo couldn't break free in his arms, and didn't dare to struggle much, so she just stuck her neck and reasoned with him.

Zhan Qianyan was laughed angrily, and his tone was cold, "You call her aunt, why isn't she my wife?"

"Father said that if you are not married, your eldest aunt is not your wife."

Momo lifted her chin triumphantly. He didn't want his uncle to marry his aunt.

Uncle is the worst, he always refuses to let his aunt give him a hug and hold him high.

Zhan Qianyan remembered Zhan Qingyu's words in his heart, and imitated his tone and said, "Even if not now, your eldest aunt will marry me in the future."

"It's hard to say what will happen in the future. My aunt likes me more, and she will marry me."

Mo Mo didn't know who she learned this sentence from. After speaking, she turned her head and stretched out her hands to crawl into Ling Qi's arms, but Zhan Qianyan tightened her arms and locked them firmly in her arms.

His face changed, and he pursed his mouth to look at Ling Qi in aggrieved manner, as if he was about to drop a golden bean in the next second.

How could Ling Qi not know what was going on in his mind, she couldn't help laughing in her heart, but she reached out to hold his little hand in the air in cooperation, "That's right, my aunt likes Momo the most."

"Is it okay for the eldest aunt to marry Momo?"

When Mo Mo heard this, she didn't care about pretending to be wronged, and looked at Ling Qi with wide eyes and joy.

Everyone was so teased by him that they couldn't help laughing, even Zhan Qianyan had layers of smiles in his eyes.

The unhappiness caused by the visit of Zhan Qingze and his son before was also dispelled by laughter.

Not long after the quarrel, Zhan Xian and Zhan Qingyu changed their clothes and came down from the stairs.

Because of the crowd, Zhan Qingyu drove another car, Zhan Xian and Tian Zixin sat in it.

Ling Qi and the others got Momo in their car.

Ever since he said that he wanted Ling Qi to marry him, Mo Mo has been looking for opportunities to get close to Ling Qi, but Zhan Qianyan strictly defends him and keeps him firmly on the other side.

That aggrieved expression is like a poor man who has been beaten with a club, and he is almost singing the song of heaven in the street.

(End of this chapter)