Chapter 547

But in the end, all these have become extravagant hopes.

Mo Yue finished half an hour, Ling still looked at the time, almost to send Xiaoyan back, so he took the little guy's hand and went back to Yi Jin.

"No more playing?" Yi Jin asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Almost. If you don't send Xiaoyan back, sister Zhuo should be worried." Ling still said, and then looked at the face some red Xiaoyan, with sign language, said, "Xiaoyan like here?"

The little guy nodded hard.

"Then my aunt will bring you here to play next time." Ling still said.

The little guy nods again, then grins at Ling again, hands around Ling's waist, and the little head rubs against her belly to show affection.

Yi Jin frowned from her brow, then raised her hand directly, lifted the little guy from Ling's side and put him on the other side, "let's go."

He didn't like the intimacy with her!

For Yi Jin to leave the move, Ling still some can't cry or laugh.

After getting on the car, Xiaoyan began to yawn because he was tired, and then he was still asleep by Ling.

Ling still looked at the little guy's innocent sleeping face and couldn't help but say, "Xiaoyan is so cute. If his hearing is not damaged, it's so good."

Cute?

Yi Jin glances at Zhuo Yan, who is asleep. In his opinion, aren't children all the same? What's cute or not.

"Xiaoyan may be uncomfortable sleeping like this, or you can help me move him." Ling still said, "I'll hold his shoulder and help me lift his feet carefully."

Ling still began to command Yi Jin to leave.

Yi Jin raised her eyebrows and looked at each other. She didn't contradict her, but went as she said.

In this world, she is the only one who can command him.

"Well, you should be light and slow. You will wake him up too soon." Ling still lowered his voice again.

The driver in the front row almost shakes his hand when he hears this. The driver almost uses all his willpower to restrain the shaking impulse.

This... Usually, who dares to talk to Ye Yi like this? I'll tell you this and that. If you change someone's name, you'll be thrown on the road every minute.

It's Miss Ling, and ye Yi will indulge.

The voice of the commander in the back row is still ringing, and the driver's admiration for Ling is still rising.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, Ling still got off the bus and planned to pick up Xiaoyan who was still sleeping.

"I'll do it." Yi Jin leaves the way, straight long hand a sound, small inflammation to hold up.

When the two entered the restaurant, Zhuo qianyun was shocked to see that it was Yi Jin who was holding her son.