Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Hearing the voice of her baby granddaughter, Zhou Junyi immediately put down what she was doing, wiped her hands clean, turned around and caught her steadily.

"Baby, are you back?"

"Grandma!" The little glutinous rice took a sip and kissed Zhou Junyi on the face.

Zhou Junyi's heart was melted by her. She picked up a baked Portuguese tart and fed it to her lips. "Grandma made it for you personally. Try it."

The little glutinous rice took a whimper, making his cheeks puffy and his face satisfied.

The chicken nodded like pecking rice, "delicious!"

After eating, he licked his little mouth, "grandma, little glutinous rice still wants to eat."

"Ha ha." Zhou Junyi smiled. Her granddaughter's love was the greatest affirmation of her craft. "I'll eat it later."

Holding little glutinous rice, he came out of the kitchen and saw Mu Jingxi and Qiao an flirting.

People are in good spirits at happy events. Since Sheng Lingyun's recovery, Joan's mood is getting better day by day.

Before, she could always feel an unspeakable sadness. Now, all that remained was joy.

Joy emanating from the inside out.

The corners of the eyes and the tips of the eyebrows were gentle, and even in the eyes, there was a trace of the little daughter's jiaochen.

Joan threw away Mu Jing Xihuan's hand on her waist and looked at Zhou Junyi, "mother, we're back."

Looking at his empty hand, Mu Jingxi frowned unhappily and whispered a warning, "Qiao Qiao."

Joanne lowered her voice. "You're annoying, don't make trouble!"

What?

Who the hell is making trouble?

Joan pushed him, and mujingxi looked up, "mother."

Zhou Junyi looked at them with a smile. Now, their little husband and wife have a good relationship. Naturally, she is the happiest.

"Jingxi, you don't seem very happy?" Zhou Junyi sat down with the little glutinous rice in her arms. "Aren't you glad I called you back?"

"No, mother misunderstood."

"Really?" Zhou Junyi teased him, "I see your expression, but it's not like this."

After a while, the servant brought out the baked dessert.

The little glutinous rice cheered and ate excitedly.

"Little glutinous rice, you can't eat too much. It's time to eat later." Joanne stopped her.

Look at her posture. She won't stop until she's full.

Little glutinous rice sucked his nose wrongly, "Dad, little glutinous rice likes to eat."

After receiving her daughter's pleading eyes, Mu Jingxi softened and pressed Joan's hand. "Let her eat the little glutinous rice if she likes. Just eat less in a while."

Joan turned her head and said to Zhou Junyi, "mother, look at him!"

You know, with little glutinous rice!

After the little glutinous rice was turned into a bear child, he must have an inescapable responsibility!

Zhou Junyi cried and laughed, "Jingxi, how did you talk?"

Little glutinous rice picked up a Portuguese tart, bypassed the tea table, ran to the west of Mujing, stretched his arm and fed him, "Dad, you eat."

When Mu Chongming came back, they moved to the restaurant.

After half the dinner, Mu Chongming asked Joan, "Joe, what kind of wedding do you want?"

Joanne, who was suddenly named, was stunned. She didn't react in her mind. What does this sentence mean.

Mu Jingxi curled his lips and smiled, "my father asked you what kind of wedding you like."

"Me?"

"Yes." Mu Chongming looked at her with a smile. "After the operation, when your body recovers, it's time to hold a wedding."

Joan had never planned her wedding with Mu Jingxi. Now she suddenly mentioned it and her mind was blank.