grandpa is not sick

Chapter 320 The Dragon Boat Festival (3)
Fu Qingliu tilted his head and stared at him.

Fu Yixun put away the spoon, coughed lightly, avoided her sight, his ears became more and more red, "Do you want more?"

"No. I'm hungry."

Fu Yixun had no choice but to concentrate on making breakfast. Fu Qingliu sat and watched for a while, but couldn't rest anymore. Her current figure and experience were too novel, so she couldn't stay quiet for too long.She walked to the woven basket not far away. There were beautifully colored fresh apples and crystal grapes in the basket. The things she usually held in her hands became very huge now. Fu Qingliu crawled and crawled, and finally Climbed from outside the basket to inside the basket, climbed onto an apple, sat down cross-legged, turned her head and saw Fu Yixun staring at her.

To be honest, Fu Yixun understands why Claude likes the smaller Fu Qingliu so much. On weekdays, Claude is like "You two shit shovelers, don't dangle in front of this cat." "His Majesty the King's expression, whether it's Fu Yixun or Fu Qingliu, except when begging for food, they don't give much face and are not clingy.

The villain sitting on top of the ruddy apple looks so cute that even the cat can't resist.

During breakfast, Fu Yixun was so adorable that he couldn't control it. He felt like he had a pet like a small hamster. But Claude's staring at him made him feel a sense of crisis. Fu Yixun like this Qingliu looks too fragile, not to mention how to use medicine in case of illness, what kind of consequences will be caused if someone finds out, even your own pets are a big threat, so if you are not careful, you will kill him My wife was taken away, I couldn't bear it!

Without further ado, he first grabbed Claude and threw him into the studio and locked him up. Then, while Fu Qingliu was so cute, he tried every means. After thinking about it, he felt that he still needed to find someone to help him. Thinking of Mo Qianren, among his many friends, he is the only one who trusts and thinks he is capable enough to help him.

On the other side, Mo Qian who received the call listened to Fu Yixun's words, and silently looked back at Mu Rulan who was sitting on the table holding a small piece of bread with both hands, who was also only ten centimeters long.

"...You bring her here." Mo Qianren said lightly, then thought of something, and said: "Let me go there." He has a pervert here, in case Ivy bumps into Fu Qingliu's appearance He didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be, Fu Yixun would kill him.

More than ten hours later, Mo Qianren, who had no choice but to take the ten-centimeter Mu Rulan to escape the security check and board a public plane, brought Mu Rulan to Qingshi on the Evans family's private plane, and met Fu Yixun at Fu Yixun's house. The couple meet.

The two husbands were anxiously discussing the countermeasures on the sofa, and the two ten-centimeter wives happily ran to each other on the table, embraced, held each other's hands and happily told the recent situation, and then sat cross-legged on the table, holding each other in their arms. A round crystal grape gnawed the juice all over his face.

"I also wake up like this, so funny."

"I was run for two hours by my cat today."

"I was almost eaten by Ivy..."

"Who is Ivy?"

"A freak ogre."

"Oh..." What the hell is that?But, never mind, "Dragon Boat Festival is here, do you want to eat zongzi?"

"Humble people don't know how to pack."

"Pay a ten-day package."

Two elf-like wives chatted happily on the table, discussing what kind of zongzi to eat, and the two husbands who were about to worry about their hearts were speechless, and finally...prepared the ingredients for making zongzi Let’s go, by the way, how many grains of rice should be put in the zongzi for them?Can their hands be clever enough to make such a small zongzi?

(End of this chapter)