The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Little Er, it doesn't matter if there is a problem with your body, but you can't deceive yourself!"

She looked worried, raised her voice, and when she was excited, she stood up with a bang.

"..."

The evil fire in Rong Luyuan's heart kept rising, his forehead throbbed, and his skeletal index finger rubbed his swollen forehead.

His brows and eyes were gloomy, and his body was full of anger, and everyone in the hall clearly noticed his displeasure.

Bai Mo: "..."

There was a hint of panic on the clean and soft face, and the body kept shrinking into the corner.

As a man, it's a matter of dignity to be suspected.

After the calf is over, the second master must have accumulated a lot of anger in his heart. In order not to be affected, it is better to hide away.

The strong medicinal smell lingered on the tip of the nose, Rong Luyuan suddenly said in a deep voice, "Housekeeper, take this soup down."

The atmosphere in the living room was eerie, and war seemed imminent.

Under the enormous pressure, Steward Lin stepped forward without changing his face, "Yes..."

As soon as he reached the dining table, he stretched out his hand, but before he touched the soup bowl, the back of his hand was gently tapped by a pair of chopsticks.

"Lao Lin, you stay with me!"

The old lady sternly said, "Little Er, if you don't take good care of your body, do you want to be a seven-second man?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing the meaningful words of the old lady, Mu Changying choked.

Seven Seconds Man?

Mama Mia, what kind of tiger-wolf word is this?

Cough, this description is really incompatible with A Yuan...

There was a rapid cough in her throat, and she quickly put down the spoon, her eyes filled with physiological fog.

"Yingbao!"

Rong Luyuan looked nervous, his eyes darkened, and he took her in his arms with a big hand.

She sat with her legs spread on his lap, and he brought a cup of warm water to her lips.

"Nah!"

Seeing that her daughter-in-law was choking, the old lady stopped arguing with Rong Luyuan.

She folded her hands and interlocked her fingers, and there was a look of worry in her eyes.

"Gollum—"

Mu Changying's pink mouth opened, and she took a sip of the warm water.

The throat was moisturized, and the ugly face was relieved a little.

She leaned against his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

The little hand stretched out and took the water glass from his hand, holding it in both hands, and continued to drink a few sips of water.

"A Yuan, Mom, I'm fine."

She was just frightened by that adjective just now, so she choked on it inadvertently.

The girl's face turned rosy.

Rong Liyuan's hostile energy dissipated, and his fingertips with thick cocoons rubbed the corners of her eyes, gently wiping away the tears.

Then, rubbing her head, "Yingbao, it's fine."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the small wontons on the table, and there were huge waves in his eyes.

In the future... this breakfast doesn't have to be on the table!

"..."

Butler Lin stayed aside, consciously went up to the ground and took down the small wontons, taking this opportunity to escape the battlefield.

After resting for a while, the body has slowed down.

Mu Changying got up from his arms and pointed at the bullwhip soup with a slender finger.

"Mom, this thing is actually useless, let's put it down."

Her voice was as soft as ever, but the expression on her little face was a little serious.

"..."

The old lady opened her mouth, and finally swallowed a bunch of words back into her stomach.

Nannan was suddenly so strong, he must have wanted to protect Xiao Er's face, and he didn't want his illness to be known to everyone.

"That's it, since both Nan and Nan have spoken, let's take it down..."