Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

He stopped and looked at the middle-aged man holding the child in front of him, and his face was not tight.

Obviously, I didn’t expect to see Xi Muqiao here. I was a bit overwhelmed. He looked away and didn’t dare to look at him.

The time when the father-son relationship was cut off and the five-million-dollar was taken, Xi Muqiao said very clearly, so that he could hide far and far away. If he was allowed to see them, he would never let them have peace.

After Xi Muqiao looked at the flustered seat, his eyes fell on the little girl he was holding. A very thin child, short stature, sallow, fourteen years old, looks only about ten years old.

When I saw the man’s gaze on the girl next to him, the whole person suddenly became nervous and could not help but block the girl behind her.

Upon seeing it, Xi Muqiao’s lips evoked a sneer, and the dawn was even more gloomy.

Yan Qian’s children are still selling their mouths, feeling that they stopped, and turned their faces to look at Xi Muqiao. They just wanted to shout, but they were taken a step by Xi Muqiao.

"Tell the land, what do you want to eat?"

The child's mind is still pure, ignoring the snoring of Xi Muqiao, looking around for a week, the white tender tender index finger pointing at the cookie.

"I want that!"

Xi Muqiao beheaded, stepped over and picked up a box of cookies and handed it to the little one. The little guy was in his arms, and he snorted in the face of Xi Muqiao.

"Mummy also likes to eat."

Xi Muqiao touched a slippery little face, and the deep dawn became softer.

The little guy was praised, very happy, and a small face smiled.

Xi Muqiao did not stay too much, and his eyes did not fall on the middle-aged man in front of him. He walked straight away from him and his eyes did not tilt.

After Xi Muqiao walked over, Xi Xiang quickly turned around and looked at the small face of the man's shoulder. Although the little guy's hat was very low, he still saw the familiar facial features.

The similar small face in the depths of memory suddenly emerged, constantly coincident with the small face in front, although not completely coincident with the small face in memory, but there is also a similarity of five or six points.

Yan Qian’s eyes and the distance to the distance, the little child’s eyes are bright and clear, and then smile at his teeth.

Looking at the big and small backs, the eyes suddenly heated up.

"father."

The girl next to him pulled his hand and shouted at him. He quickly lifted his hand and wiped it on his eyes, then looked down at the girl.

"What do you want to eat with Jingjing? Dad buys it."

At one corner, Xi Muqiao stopped and silenced for a while. He took a few more steps back and looked in the direction he had just walked.

The seat took a box of cookies from the shelf and handed it to the little girl, then took her away.

Xi Muqiao’s gaze fell on the girl’s body, and the twilight gradually turned deeper.

The child was very sensitive, and Qian Qian’s little hand touched the face of Xi Muqiao and stared at his eyes and said, “Hey, be happy.”

Qian Qian is still young, and he can't say a lot of words. He can only express his meaning simply. Xi Muqiao understands and smiles at him.

He pulled the humbly hat down and let him kneel on his shoulder and cover his little face. "I am obedient, I don't want to look up, I don't want to get a hat."

Xi Muqiao took the cookies from his arms, pushed a shopping cart and put things in it.

Yan Qian was very obedient. The small arm was tightly wrapped around the neck of Xi Muqiao, kneeling on the shoulder of Xi Muqiao, and muttering a few words from time to time, he answered patiently.

When I returned to the old house, it was already close to six o'clock. At six o'clock in the winter, the sky was already dark and the wind was a lot bigger. Xi Muqiao untied the coat and wrapped the child in, which set off snacks and toys.

Xijia’s old house was full of excitement. The servants gathered in the courtyard in twos and threes. The Spring Festival couplet was posted on the door. A red lantern and a small lantern were hung on the small road in the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the door, Xi Muyan rushed over like a hungry wolf, and quickly went to Xi Muqiao to hold the child.

The man leaned slightly, avoiding the hand she had stretched out, handing the bag in her hand to her, then bowing her head.

Xi Muyan was somewhat unwilling, and his eyes were like sticking to his son. He couldn’t move.

He kept his hand in the same position, and after changing his shoes, he narrowed his eyes.

Xi Muyan was somewhat unwilling. She only wanted to hold her big baby and kiss her, but her brother’s gaze was too oppressive. She bit her lower lip and took the shopping bag.

He Qiang met Mommy very excitedly. He was very good in Xi Muqiao’s arms. He shouted at Mommy and even reached out to hug.

It is a pity that Xi Muqiao did not let go, after taking off his coat hat, he opened the door and said that he walked straight into the living room.

At this moment, even if her brother gave her a sly face, she would never give up her mouth, because she was coming back, she still wants to thank her brother.

She was behind him at the back of Mumojo like a follower, and her mouth slammed into the back of her ear and kissed her son constantly.

Listening to his son's cheerful voice, Xi Muyan felt that he hadn't been white for a few days, and his heart was slow and joyful.

On New Year's Eve, the family is there, and Xiao Qian is very sweet. If no one else says it, he will start to swear.

Every time a person is called, Xiao Qian’s children will receive a big red envelope.

Xi Lufeng was the first time to see a child. As a foreigner, of course, he would like to show that he touched the child's face and handed over a bank card.

The little guy didn't feel bad. After accepting it, he sweetly shouted a few voices to his grandfather, shouting the road and closing his mouth.

Called down in a circle, the little guy held a thick stack and walked to the front of Xi Muyan.

"Mummy, give it to you."

Xi Muyan was so moved that she was crying. It is the luckiest thing in her life.

She picked up the child and kissed him a few times. "My daughter, Mommy loves you, really."

The little guy wiped the saliva on his face, then opened his pocket and took it out of it. "This is what you gave."

“Hey, hey?”

His eyes fell on Xi Muqiao, and he took a sip of tea, a touch of the road, "Joe Mu's mother."

Xi Mu said, the son lived in the house of the nephew for two days, all her mother took it, I did not expect to give the red envelope, I really have the heart.

Yan Qian continued to lick something. "This is what my aunt gave. This is what I gave."

When Xi Muyan looked at the golden bank card, he knew that it was inevitable, and he remembered the snacks and toys he brought back, and he was moved.

"Brother, thank you."

Xi Muqiao glanced at her with no expression, and her tone was a little indifferent. "If you really want to thank me, tell me who the man is."