The happy life of crossing

Chapter 95

Moreover, his skin is fair and delicate, and his hands and feet are small. This tender dough ball stands in front of people, and his big eyes stare at people without blinking. Even if he doesn't speak, he can melt people's hearts.

After Xia An'an changed her clothes, she came out and saw the handsome father and son, one big and one small standing together, she was almost made to cry by the two of them, she couldn't help but ran over to hug Xiaotuanzi and kissed him violently A few mouthfuls, I really like it.

This is her son, plump and handsome, a son who can make people cute when he smiles, the more Xia Anan thinks about it, the happier he is, he really can't kiss enough and hug him enough.

The little guy graciously allowed his mother to ravage him, and even gave his own praise without hesitation, "Mom is so beautiful today."

Xia An'an naturally responded generously, "Qian Yu is also extremely handsome today."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was another burst of intimacy.

Someone who stood aside and was completely ignored was a little depressed. Looking at the mother and son who had turned into a kissing maniac, Huo Mingxuan's eyes almost fell down!

Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?What a shame!
Xia An'an had had enough intimacy with her son, and then remembered that her cold husband was still standing beside her, so she put her son down, stood up, hugged her husband's neck intimately, and kissed his handsome face, " Qian Yu's father is so handsome today."

A certain husband looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes were unpredictable and incomprehensible, which made Xia Anan's heart sink even lower.

Why did she feel as if she was being rejected? Originally, she didn't want to neglect him, but now that he was looking at him like this, she suddenly felt that she was really self-indulgent. He didn't seem to like this kind of thing at all. The way she makes out with her son.

Xia An'an was a little embarrassed for a moment, and was about to withdraw her hand as if nothing had happened, but she didn't expect that just as she moved, the man in front of her stretched out his big palm and pressed her back heavily against him.

Xia Anan looked at him in surprise, but saw her cold husband suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the corner of the mouth, and whispered in her ear: "No matter how handsome you are, it's yours."

"..."

Xia An'an never thought that Huo Mingxuan would say such love words, she was almost killed by him, her head was dizzy for a moment, her eyes were fixed on his stern face, and she couldn't bear to move away for a moment.

Huo Mingxuan looked at her like that, his face suddenly sank, he let go of her arm suddenly, and said coldly: "Let's go, it's getting late, don't dawdle."

Looking at his suddenly cold face, Xia An'an was very surprised. What she did just annoyed him, why did she change her face so quickly? ! !
In fact, what she didn't know was that the sudden embarrassment of a certain person was because she was embarrassed by her. He was afraid that he would not be able to blush when she watched him, so he turned cold on purpose.

Well, as much as someone doesn't want to admit it, that's the way it is.

Because Xia An'an had a show, the three of them entered the venue an hour earlier.

The father and son personally sent Xia An'an to the backstage. Huo Mingshan was already waiting there. When he saw a few people, he hurried up to meet them. After greeting each other, Huo Mingshan asked her, "Are you nervous?"

You know, in another life, she hasn't danced since the car accident, let alone have the opportunity to perform on stage.

So for Xia An'an, it was impossible not to be nervous at the moment.

She nodded at her very honestly, "Nervous."

Huo Mingshan patted her on the shoulder to cheer her up, "You used to go out to perform a lot when you were in school, and I didn't see you so nervous. It stands to reason that you have accumulated a lot of experience. How did you do it before?" What to do now, if you are too nervous, you will limit your performance."

(End of this chapter)