The girl looked at Han Muzi and suddenly became envious.

It should be a very happy thing to be spoiled by a man who is so handsome and so cold and doesn't pay attention to other women at all.

"Sorry." fat uncle's face was kind. Seeing that he almost bumped into the petite girl, he quickly turned around and scratched his head. He smiled shyly towards Han Muzi and apologized: "I saw the elevator door closing just now, so I ran in a hurry. I'm sorry."

Seeing his smile and tone were very sincere, Han Muzi also smiled: "it's all right. Anyway, you didn't hit me, but uncle, you should be careful next time. It's very dangerous for you when the elevator door is closed."

"Yes, that's right. My wife is waiting for me at home. I ran so fast. I must pay attention next time."

Han Muzi nodded. Before the second sentence came out, he felt his hands around her waist tight. Yetingchen frowned and tightened her waist: "for so many days, why don't I see you smile at me? Now I smile so brightly at others?"

“……”

This success condensed the smile on Han Muzi's lips.

She never expected that yetingchen would speak out directly in front of so many people in the elevator. She thought that even if he complained, he would wait until he got home.

Seeing the uncle and the little girl staring at him, Han Muzi felt hot on her face, so she had to cough to hide her embarrassment, then lowered her eyes and didn't answer yetingchen's words.

The night Tingchen who did not get a response twisted his eyebrows deeper, and his fierce eyes swept to the fat uncle with a shy smile on his face.

After the fat uncle received the fierce sight, he stepped back with some shame and told Han Muzi without a head.

"Your husband looks fierce."

Han Muzi: "

After hearing this sentence, the firm lines on his face became soft for some reason. Although the fat uncle's eyes were still very cold, they had no previous murderous spirit.

After a while, he snorted coldly.

"Good eye."

Han Muzi's lips couldn't help but smoke.

The fat uncle couldn't help smiling, "your husband is very funny. He admitted it."

ha-ha.

Han Muzi wanted to tell the fat uncle that yetingchen didn't admit that he was fierce. That sentence had a good eye and was clearly aimed at the fat uncle's husband.

She resisted the impulse to roll her eyes and wanted to save her body from yetingchen's arms.

Who knows, yetingchen directly circles her tightly in his arms the next second.

She couldn't earn any money. The baby's tight appearance made the girl who wanted to chat up yetingchen lower. Just at this time, the elevator door opened with a jingle. She didn't care whether it was the floor she was going to, so she turned and rushed out.

The fat uncle stood in place and looked at yetingchen and Han Muzi with a smile.

"You're here." yetingchen coldly reminded.

"Ah?" the fat uncle suddenly reacted. He took a look at the floor key and realized that he was there. He hurried out and said, "I'll go first, young man. Be gentle with your wife."

Although Muzi smiled at him and hated him, what the fat uncle said made yetingchen dislike him.

Sting——

After the elevator door was closed, Han Muzi angrily pushed away his hand around his waist, "can you loosen it?"

Night Tingchen not only didn't loosen, but hugged her tighter and whispered, "wife, I'm hungry."

Han Muzi: "... Are you sick?"

Although he said so, Han Muzi's face was still red, because yetingchen said this in her ear. The heat went in along her ear hole, warm and itchy.

So when she heard Han Muzi's ears, this hunger was not that hunger. She raised her legs and stepped on the person behind her.

"HMM." she was wearing stiletto heels. Yetingchen was suddenly trampled on by such a step, which made him groan in pain, like revenge. Yetingchen's hand strengthened a little.

Han Muzi was ticklish. His waist was pinched so heavily by his hands, so he hid aside and avoided him.

Just at this time, the elevator door opened with a jingle. Han Muzi was in a panic and ran out directly. When she got to the door, Han Muzi pressed her fingerprint. When she wanted to directly push the door in, she turned back.

She looked at yetingchen who followed out of the elevator and thought that he had been taking care of himself today. She really couldn't bear to invite him.

"Come in and I'll order."

Night Tingchen followed her into the house with the pain in her feet.

After entering the house, they bent down to change their shoes at the same time. Han Muzi saw that after yetingchen took off her shoes, there were still traces of sinking on her socks. She weighed it carefully, as if it was the place where she stepped on her high heels just now.

Should it hurt?

Han Muzi thought, and then silently put his shoes on the shoe cabinet. By the way, he reached out to take out the bottom pair of male slippers for ye Tingchen and put them on the ground for ye Tingchen.

Yetingchen put on his shoes and saw the empty row at the top.

When Ming Ming came yesterday, there were children's shoes in a row.

Unexpectedly, she put these shoes away today.

Thinking of this, yetingchen's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and then couldn't help asking, "have you put away all your shoes?"

Han Muzi's hand movement was a meal. He quickly responded. What did he ask, and then nodded.

Then she turned directly, took out her mobile phone and opened meituan takeout.

"What would you like to eat?"

"All right." yetingchen followed her steps and looked at her only to the height of her chest. He couldn't help thinking, where would her child be if she was here?

Five years... If the child belonged to her ex husband, he would be five years old now.

At the age of five

Should it be only to his knees?

Thinking of this, a small figure appeared in yetingchen's mind. The little guy was wearing a cartoon mask and a pair of clear eyes like glass beads, and then looked at him.

"I believe uncle is not a bad man!"

The child... Met at Han's house and looked very young.

About five years old, and Muzi's child is also five years old

So, the child

Thinking of this, yetingchen felt a strange feeling spread in his heart. His men consciously covered his chest and looked at Han Muzi in front of him.

Is that child bathed in purple?

"Anything? Then I'll order it according to my own taste?"

Night Tingchen saw that she ordered into a Sichuan restaurant. His men consciously came forward to hold her arm, but subconsciously blurted out: "last time I met a child in the Han family..."