Chapter 743

Han Xiaoye didn't give up, he didn't feel reserved. He went over and asked, "can't you really see the white and tender? Don't you think my skin is red and white? "

"You see, you look more closely."

"..." Fu Zhiyan was the first time to see someone who had to praise him. After carefully looking at it as she wanted, she gave a pertinent suggestion, "don't paint strange things on your face in the future. It looks like you haven't washed your face after eating."

He reached out and scratched on Han Xiaoye's left face, frowning, "what's this?"

"Essential oil."

"What do you do with the oil on your face? Isn't it boring? "

Feng Yaqin didn't know where he came from. He glared at him fiercely. "I see your brain is stuffy!"

She put her hand on Han Xiaoye's shoulder. Like Han Xiaoye, she pushed people to Fu Zhiyan. "Don't you think Xiaoye's skin is getting better?"

“……”

Fu Zhiyan didn't care about them. He was tired all day and went in around them.

"Fu Er!" Feng Yaqin is too angry.

How could she give birth to such a low EQ son? It's unfortunate! Family misfortune!

Han Xiaoye has been used to being beaten, so he takes Feng Yaqin for granted and goes in together. As soon as Aunt Liu brought up the dinner, Fu Xiao came back with Qin Fang.

Qin Fang is the third son of the Fu family. From childhood to adulthood, he spent more time in the Fu family than in his own family.

No one to greet, spontaneous and conscious ran to the kitchen to pick up a pair of chopsticks, sat next to Fu Xiaomao.

After a meal, it's 8:30 in the evening.

Qin Fang and Fu Xiao go to the study to talk about things as soon as they finish eating, while Han Xiaoye and Mo Xia accompany Fu Xiao cat to watch cartoons. At nine o'clock, the man who came downstairs after taking a bath wiped his hair and mercilessly picked up the remote control board from the desk and turned off the TV.

sleep

"Ah... Let me see it a little longer!" Fu Xiaomao is watching energetically. When the TV goes dark, he shouts unhappily.

sleep

"Grandma." Fu Xiaomao knew it was useless to ask him for help. She looked at Feng Yaqin eagerly, "grandma, kitten wants to watch it for another half an hour."

Feng Yaqin looks at the indifferent man, powerless, and throws a helpless look at Fu Xiaomao. Mouth or help Fu kitten said, "Fu Er, you let him see half an hour, today eat late, special situation."

Fu Zhiyan didn't look at her, but the eagle's eyes fell on the little guy. "Fu Muye, do you go back to your room to sleep, or do I carry you up?"

Fu Xiaomao thinks that he has grown up and is not a child. It's too shameless to be carried up by his father like a chicken. He reluctantly gets up from the sofa. He lowered his head, put on his shoes and muttered, "tear down the bridge! The devil

Father is too much!

Only by his cleverness and tact, he made up with mommy and began to abuse him again. Too bad! Later, he quarreled with mummy and never helped him any more! Let him live and die on his own!

He wants to change his father, to change a young, gentle, considerate, everything doting on his father!

Han Xiaoye was next to him. He heard what he said in a small voice, and asked strangely, "what's the matter?"

"It's daddy..."

"Fu Muye, hurry up." A look in the eye, already explained everything.

Fu Xiaomao wronged Nunu mouth, received a warning, hum haw, reluctantly said, "nothing, Mommy heard wrong."

"Did I hear you wrong?" Why did she hear him say that he had broken the bridge?

How strange are they? It felt like something was hiding from her?

Han Xiaoye soon put the problem behind him and felt that he thought too much.

flower Anyway, how do two people see each other? They don't want to cooperate.

But in fact, the two most unlikely to cooperate is cooperation, or Fu Xiaomao initiative.

……

It's almost ten o'clock to put Fu Xiaomao to sleep. Han Xiaoye yawns and goes back to the room. She has been sleeping all afternoon. Now she can't sleep at all. She is just tired.

man Click to open the game.

Han Xiaoye is playing a very popular online game recently, ye Chen is also playing.

As soon as she landed the characters, she saw the news of Ye Chen flashing.

Beethoven's left ear: Why are you still surfing the Internet so late?

sleep How about you? It's only 3 p.m. British time, isn't it? How can you be in the game?

The zither player in armor over there didn't speak. Han Xiaoye was already offline or busy with other things. The characters on the Internet suddenly moved.

Beethoven's left ear; wait forsomeone.

sleep

Beethoven's left ear: you.

Big chest for sleeping

sleep

I'm kidding. He didn't install a monitor on her computer, did he?

Of course Han Xiaoye knew it was impossible, but make complaints about it.

Beethoven's left ear: I don't know, just wait.

It's really a Xueba style answer.

Han Xiaoye quickly typed out on the keyboard: what can I do for you? You want to play games with me?

It's been a long time.

Just when she was ready to play games by herself, ye Chen came back to her: I'm going to get married.

Han Xiaoye is drinking water, puff of a saliva spurted out——

She made such a big noise, and it really disturbed the man who was working. Fu Zhiyan raised his head and looked at her.

Han Xiaoye quickly took out toilet paper from the head of the bed and wiped the water she had just sprayed on the quilt. He said, "I'm sorry, little uncle. I'll be quiet. I won't disturb you any more."

"What are you doing?"

"Play games." Han Xiaoye didn't dare to say that he was chatting with Xueba.

She turned the notebook to Fu Zhiyan and took it back, "right, I didn't cheat you, did I?"

She is on the bed, Fu Zhiyan is on the desk, the two places are separated by a certain distance. So long distance can only see clearly she is playing the game, can't see above small text dialogue. Fu Zhiyan really had something to deal with. He gathered Feng's eyes and continued to work.

Han Xiaoye's heart almost didn't stop by this episode. Seeing that he believed it, his heart returned to his chest and continued to beat. Eyes dare to return to the computer screen.

Ye Chen over there has sent a string of messages.

She looked at it one by one.