Super cute baby: president daddy dragged to the sky

Ye Xiaohuan is waiting for yunruoxi's answer.

"Children are not allowed to talk nonsense." Yun Ruoxi handed him the juice and put the straw in his mouth. "Drink some juice to moisten your throat. You're not tired after talking so much."

Yun Xiaoyuan gulped a few mouthfuls of juice and continued to ask, "don't you call it Mrs. ye when you say you sleep with your father?"

Ye Xiaohuan pricked up his ears to listen to the answer and stared at the document in his hand.

"I haven't officially married your father yet. It's a little early to say Mrs. Ye."

Yun Ruoxi couldn't resist his son and surrendered with a white flag.

Smelling the speech, Yun Xiaoyun put the juice cup on the table and dangled two fat legs, "it's okay! In another ten hours, you'll be Mrs. Ye worthy of the name, and I'll be ye Xiaoyuan worthy of the name!"

Ye Xiaohuan expressed his satisfaction with his son's defection.

Yun Ruoxi stared at Yun Xiaoyuan's witty answer.

In the back of the plane, there was a huge sack, which was enough to hold a person.

During the flight, Yun Xiaoyuan was finally quiet. He was carried away by fleck and slept in bed.

Yun Ruo is sorting out the list of items, which are all the products that customers need, from cream to makeup, milk, lipstick, powder, eye shadow, and some food, including health care products.

She suddenly found it a little difficult. If all these things were carried back, she had to buy a suitcase. When they came out, they didn't see the suitcase at all. They didn't know how fleck arranged Ye Xiaolu's trip.

"Cloud Ruoxi, what's in your plastic bag?" Ye Xiao's magnetic voice came from the front row.

Yun Ruoxi stopped to clean up the shopping list. She looked at the bento box at hand.

"Didn't you have breakfast this morning? I made some sandwiches."

She explained to ye Xiaohuan that she was actually afraid that he was hungry.

Now, Yun Ruoxi thinks his behavior is ridiculous. What's the use of making sandwiches or not? Fleck had to check all the food he ate, and it was hard for him to swallow the coarse food.

"Give it to me." his thin long arm stretched out from the side of the chair and waved in front of her.

Without hesitation, Yun Ruoxi handed the lunch box to ye Xiaohuan.

"Are you sure you don't want housekeeper Fleck to try it again?"

She asked anxiously.

Ye Xiaolu said coldly, "it's not necessary at all. By the way, you sit in front."

Yun Ruoxi thanked him for his trust in her, quickly untied his seat belt and sat forward.

After she sat down, ye Xiaohuan ate all the sandwiches in front of her, leaving her no bite. She watched all the fruits of hard work go into his stomach.

Yao Shou, she's hungry now. He ate it all without missing a mouthful. Does she want to eat people?

Ye Xiaohuan didn't let Yun Ruoxi go. He stared at his sandwich eating eyes without blinking. He deliberately ate it up and didn't leave a bite for her.

He snapped his fingers. The stewardess respectfully came forward, bent slightly and asked, "what service does the young master need?"

"Prepare her a seafood pasta with cream soup."

Yun Ruoxi was hungry. When he reported the menu again, his stomach cried out. She immediately hung her head and covered her face.

This disheartened belly also humiliated her.

"OK, young master, please wait a moment," said the stewardess.

Ye Xiaohuan ignored Yun Ruoxi. He continued to look down at the documents. Mo Xuan sat opposite them and had a thick pile of documents at hand. In her opinion, it was like going on a business trip. It was like moving the office from the land to the air.

After yunruoxi finished eating, she cleaned up the purchasing list and fell asleep with her chair.

Halfway through his sleep, he leaned his head against Ye Xiaolu's wide shoulder.

"Xiao Yuan, when did your shoulders get taller? Mom is tired. Let mom lean back."

She said vaguely.

Ye Xiaohuan's eyes twitched. He was regarded by her as a son, this damn woman.

His big hand secretly held her soft little hand and continued to read the documents with satisfaction.