Devil CEO's Sweet Wife

Hearing her words, Gu Xiaoxiao could not help but blush a face, a pair of eyes as if they were picked up from the water, secretly looked at him, he actually felt a strange mind in his heart.

He can't help but a tight, put that absurd idea behind him, free a hand, affectionately pinched the face of the little princess.

"We're just friends."

The little princess let out a little, deliberately lengthened the ending, took advantage of his inattention, secretly rushed Gu Xiaoxiao to make a refueling gesture.

Aware of the movement here, Li Muran came out of the kitchen, still wearing a pink apron, with his cold face, always makes people feel a bit abrupt.

Seeing the little princess holding Xie Mufan's neck, she fished people into her arms. The cold of her eyes dissipated in an instant and changed into a gentle smile.

"What did you call him, little princess? Is he more handsome than uncle? "

The little princess took a look at the uncle, and then looked at Xie Mufan behind her. She held her chin and pondered over what to do. Uncle and handsome uncle were both very handsome.

Eyes move to see is holding the baby of Xing Weiyi, a pair of pink tender hands pointing to his brother.

"My brother is the most handsome. I'm his brain powder."

With that, he broke free from Li Muran's arms and ran to his brother's side, holding his chin in both hands and looking at him in a daze, for fear that they would not believe that they were the same.

Xing Weiyi has seen nothing strange about the little princess taking himself as a shield. He glanced at her and buried his head again.

They took their eyes from the two Meng Bao's bodies, looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then there was no following.

I don't know whether the two Meng Bao were intentional. They actually occupied almost the same position, leaving two people with two adjacent positions.

Seeing Xie Mufan's eyebrows tightening slightly, she sighed helplessly, and lifted the little princess up and sat on her leg, just a few minutes away from him in the middle.

Seeing this, he didn't feel comfortable at all. On the contrary, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Xing Weiyi and the little princess saw this, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, but she soon recovered her divine color. Uncle said, this kind of thing is not urgent.

After the party sat for a while, Li Muran called the people over for dinner. After Xing Jun and Jiang Feiyan got married, their feelings were much better than at first. At this time, they were carefully supporting their wife, who was in confinement, to the direction of the table.

The curtain fell in my eyes. Thinking of the child who had no predestined relationship with him, he put the bowl and chopsticks on his hand. His hands didn't feel tight. The chopsticks squeezed together and made a slight sound.

Xing Weiyi stepped forward and called Uncle gently. Only then did he come back from his mind and calmly continued his action.

Several people looked at the two children and Li Muran naturally placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks beside him, and their hearts were clear.

Wang Liping looked at the position with hazy tears. She covered her mouth and sobbed in a low voice. Xing Jun stared at the position with red eyes. She poured a glass of red wine alone and poured it down.

The spicy wine rolled down his throat, like a hot lava, which made him excited.

Thinking of his sister's death, Li Muran was busy for his wedding with Feiyan, so he would like to have a mouth.

My sister paid too much for this family, but he hurt her again and again for Qin Ran Ran. If it wasn't for his obstruction, maybe sister and Li Muran could get along with each other more time.

With this in mind, he once again filled his own glass of wine. Xie Mufan noticed that everyone was in a low mood. Seeing that Li Muran naturally put some dishes like Xing Rushi into his side's bowl, he could not help but sigh. This is probably the gap between them.

He has accepted the departure of poetry, and is trying to adapt to it, while Li Muran has never left her.

For a moment, he felt embarrassed and looked out of the window. There was no star in the night sky, only a curved moon hanging in the sky coldly. The disastrous moonlight sprinkled on the ground made people feel sad.

Compared with the deep night dew in China, it was morning in New York. Shen Qingyou, dressed in a pink dress, sat in the yard and carefully painted the rockery in front of her.

When Leng Yu came over, she just finished her last stroke. He saw the shadow in the lower left corner of the canvas and frowned slightly, as if this thing existed in every painting of her.

"Quiet, what do you draw here?"

However, I saw the shadow of her family sitting on the bench.

"Well, I don't know. It seems to be drawn naturally."

Wen Yan took a deep look at her, but he didn't pay much attention to her. After this period of time, he had a good impression on her, and he looked forward to her marrying him.

"I don't want to think about it. Let's go. I'll take you out for a walk."