Zhao Gushen squints and looks at her lips. The way her eyes are locked makes Ye Fei's scalp numb.
"Xiao Fei!" At the same time, people have come to the living room.
Ye Fei hurried to Xiaomo.
The living room is so big that no matter how big it is, we can't get around Zhao Gushen.
While walking, you can feel Zhao Gushen's eyes still shining on her face.
Ye Fei's scalp is numb. She can't walk any more.
Almost the same hands and feet.
"What's the matter?" Ye Fei walks to the front of the small Mo, squats down and embraces him in his arms.
The little guy rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm thirsty. I want to drink water."
"I'll pour it for you." Ye Fei said, "is there no water in your glass?"
Ye Fei takes some water from his kettle every night. When the little guy is thirsty, he can drink it directly.
"Finished." Small Mo says.
Ye Fei said with a smile, "OK, I'll get you another cup. You wait."
With that, ye Fei went to the kitchen.
With a little guy in, Zhao Gushen's sense of existence suddenly became much weaker.
Zhao Gushen also saw that every time ye Fei was very nervous in front of him, he could easily lead her by the nose.
But as long as the small Mo appears, ye Fei will return to normal, and even forget his existence.
That's not good.
Zhao Gushen squints at Ye Xiaomo. Ye Xiaomo turns his head and sees him.
"Uncle, why are you here?" The small Mo frightens to hold own cheek Gang son, exaggeration of retrogression two steps.
Zhao Gushen
If it wasn't for ye Xiaomo's grandiose reaction, Zhao Gushen almost believed it.
This time, ye Xiaomo's reaction was not as shocked as he was when he saw him last morning.
Zhao Gushen suspected that the boy had heard him talking to Ye Fei for a long time.
Just now he was about to kiss Ye Fei, so he jumped out.
Zhao Gushen grinds his teeth and looks at Ye Xiaomo in disgust.
What do you do with a son?
It's a personal light bulb!
At this time, ye Fei poured a glass of water for Xiaomo.
The small Mo receives to come over, in order to trick do full set, also drank a mouthful.
In fact, he is not thirsty at all.
"Uncle, what time is it now? Why are you still there?" Little mo looks at the time, full of doubt, "you don't want to stay here, do you?"
Zhao Gushen nodded: "it's really not appropriate for me to leave so late. Now that you've said that, I'll stay. "
"I didn't, I didn't say that!" Xiaomo shakes her head to deny it.
But Zhao Gushen has ignored him.
Zhao Gushen doesn't call it breaking the bridge across the river. It's forcing Ye Xiaomo to be a bridge.
Zhao Gushen turned to see ye Fei: "can I stay here for one night?"
It's not that Zhao Gushen hasn't slept here. Ye Fei can't find a reason to refuse.
What's more, it's really late now. I'm afraid it will be a little late when Zhao Gushen drives back.
Just thinking about it, I listened to Zhao Gushen's explanation: "you were frightened tonight. If I'm here, maybe you can feel at ease."
Ye Fei didn't expect that Zhao Gushen thought so.
He said: "there is a man at home, always more down-to-earth."
"I'm a man!" The small Mo stands the chest, pads the foot, brushes the existence feeling crazily.
But Zhao Gushen ignored him.
Men?
Oh!
"Besides, my luggage is still here anyway, and it can be used." Zhao Gushen said again.
Ye Fei