Mr.Mo's eternal love: sweet wife, please come to my arms

Yan Xinxin didn't want to talk to Yan zhirou at all, but Yan zhirou, a woman, seemed to feel uncomfortable without doing anything.

"Auntie, you're great ~"

Yan Chenxi jumped down from the sofa with a plop, and the small figure was straight facing Yan zhirou with a slight look.

"What do you mean by a small mop?"

Yan zhirou is not stupid. Of course, she knows that this little guy is ironic.

"Auntie, aren't you very clever? Why don't you know what I'm talking about? "

Yan Chenxi asked, obviously to hang Yan zhirou's appetite, that is, he didn't know the meaning of what he said just now.

The smile on Yan zhirou's face couldn't hang, and the finger that did the manicure poked Yan Chenxi's direction.

"You little thing, don't talk nonsense to me! A mother has no father... "

"Yan zhirou, shut up!"

Yan Xinxin immediately interrupted, and his fresh and calm face was full of warnings, glaring at Yan zhirou.

"Xiao Xi was born in October after my painstaking pregnancy. If you dare to say that he is an oil bottle again, I will be rude to you!"

Seeing the sullen look on Yan Xinxin's face, Yan zhirou was stunned for a few seconds.

Yan Xinxin glanced coldly, turned his head and smiled at his son.

"Baby son, come here."

"Oh."

Yan Chenxi answered skillfully and gave a proud smile when she walked past Yan zhirou.

Yan zhirou glared at the back of Yan Xinxin's mother and son. She was very unhappy and clenched her teeth. Seeing that Yan Xinxin entered the previous room, she immediately followed him.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw Yan Xinxin looking for something in front of the desk.

"Why not? I remember it was in the drawer. "

Yanxin frowned and found the previous design drafts, as well as the concept drawings and works of "angel tears", but he got nothing.

"Be careful, what are you looking for? I'll help you find it. "

Yan Chenxi blinked and walked over.

Yan Xinxin frowned and raised her confused star eyes. Suddenly she found Yan zhirou standing at the door looking at herself.

As soon as she touched her eyes, Yan zhirou immediately dodged away her eyes.

Yanxinxin suddenly realized something.

"Yan zhirou, last time you came into my room and straightened out all my things, what about the paintings I put in the drawer?"

Yan zhirou shrunk in her eyes, but soon there was no so-called shrug and smile.

"Painting? You're not talking about those broken papers, are you? I've already thrown those things in the dustbin. "

"What are you talking about?"

How can you calm down? Those are her painstaking efforts outlined one by one!

"Yan zhirou, where did you throw those paintings? Why did you throw my things without authorization! "

"I just threw it away, so what? Heart to heart, do you bite me? "

Yan zhirou gave a cold hum and swaggered around.

Looking at Yan zhirou's apologetic smiling face, Yan Xinxin clenched her pink fist, started to go to the living room, picked up the water cup on the tea table, and poured the water in the cup onto Yan zhirou's face.

"Ah --"

Yan zhirou exclaimed. Unexpectedly, Yan Xinxin would have such a move.

Her whole face was wet, and tea was stuck on her makeup gradually destroyed face. With her angry face at the moment, it was very ferocious.

"Heart to heart, you -"

Yan zhirou gnashed her teeth, raised her hand and wanted to throw it on Yan Xinxin's face, but as soon as her hand reached mid air, Yan Xinxin held it faster, and a more agile backhand gave Yan zhirou a slap.

The "pa" sound was clear and loud, which confused Yan zhirou and startled Yan Guoping who was going to the bathroom.

"What's going on? Xinxin, how do you hit xiaorou? "