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Chapter 22 Sure enough, he is not a good person!
Leng Yejue's lips curled up, his eyes were playful, and he asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Mo Sangsang replied very honestly, "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

This person is not too bad...

As soon as the words fell, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and when she recovered, she was already hugged!

Their faces touched!
Mosangsang exploded all of a sudden, "!!!"

Damn!Shameless!Big trotters!Sure enough, he is not a good person!

She stood up from Leng Yejue's lap like a jump, her eyes widened, and she was about to scold someone, but when she met the man's half-smile eyes, she hesitated.

Subconsciously closed his mouth.

dare not speak.

The cold gun and the man's gloomy voice flashed through her mind again, silently reminding herself in her heart.

A corpse in ten thousand pieces A corpse in ten thousand pieces.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
Mosangsang, hold back!Don't offend this man!
Out of sight, out of sight, Mo Sangsang ran towards the door, and a sweet but not greasy voice came from the door, "I'm going to have breakfast!"

Looking at the girl, she stared at him with those big watery eyes like a cat with blown fur.

Afterwards, he was so aggrieved that he resisted the urge to curse and ran out, a smile appeared on the corner of Leng Yejue's mouth.

The little guy was in a bad mood early in the morning.

His method is good, and the little guy is back to normal now.

He chuckled and followed downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I heard Uncle Fu's worried voice, "Miss Mo, is today's breakfast not to your liking? If you don't like it, I'll ask the chef to make another one."

Immediately afterwards, Mo Sangsang's voice sounded, "Forbe who didn't have it, it's delicious."

There was a little joy, but Leng Yejue could hear a lack of energy from it.

Leng Yejue frowned slightly.

Could it be that he threw her too hard?
Walking into the dining room, he glanced at the breakfast on the table, pulled away the chair next to Mosangsang, sat down, and asked casually, "What's wrong? It's not as delicious as before?"

Mo Sangsang had just stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth, and when she realized what Leng Yejue was talking about, she choked immediately, the bread stuck in her throat and her throat was swollen, she coughed violently, her little face flushed red.

Leng Yejue just passed a cup of oatmeal to Mo Sangsang's lips, and patted her back with the other hand.

Mo Sangsang quickly took a big sip and felt better.

Leng Yejue took the cup back naturally, and took a sip of what Mo Sangsang had drunk.

Mmmm, it tastes good.

Watching this scene, Fu Bo's eyes almost popped out.

Isn't his young master a clean freak?
It's fine to come in with Miss Mo in her arms yesterday, and it's fine to hug Miss Mo with a kiss, but now, she even drank the oatmeal that Miss Mo drank!

Do not!
Uncle Fu's eyes were shocked, and he looked at his young master in disbelief.

Master, he even drank oatmeal!
This is something the young master has never touched before!

Thinking about it, Fu Bo's eye sockets gradually became moist...

As soon as Mo Sangsang came to his senses, he turned his head and saw Leng Yejue leisurely drinking her oatmeal, his eyes widened again, this time he really couldn't help it, "Leng Yejue, what's the matter with you?" It's the oatmeal I've ever had!"

Leng Yejue raised his eyebrows, as if to say, so?

(End of this chapter)