Chapter 82

At the table.

Yang Suyun picked up the little guy and sat next to her.

Deliberately vacate a seat to let Mo yanjue sit beside Mu Qiqi.

Mo yanjue didn't see it with cold face, but he went around the dining table and sat opposite to the three people.

Yang Suyun mercilessly whitens his son's eyes, which is obviously intentional.

"Daddy, why don't you sit next to Mommy?" The clever little guy smiled and asked the questions that grandma wanted to ask but couldn't.

Mo yanjue's face was more ugly. "It's not the same sitting there."

"It's not the same. Daddy is next to Mommy." The little guy's black eyes looked at him seriously.

Hearing this is not only Mo yanjue's displeasure, but also Mu Qiqi's black line.

Quickly raised his head to change the topic, "Star Baby taste this dish, see if Mommy does it taste good?" Muqiqi said and brought vegetables to the little guy's small bowl.

The little guy ate a mouthful of noodles and clapped his hands and said, "it's delicious. Mommy's dishes are very delicious."

"You can eat more if it's delicious!" Seeing the little guy's expression, Mu Qiqi can't help bending his eyebrows and eyes, and then sandwiched some vegetables into little star's bowl.

Yang Suyun quietly took a panoramic view of all this, and deepened his affection for Muqiqi.

Gently picked up the chopsticks, chewed slowly and tasted the stir fried vegetables in front of me. The smile on my indifferent face became stronger.

Can't help but praise: "Qiqi, you have a good craftsmanship here. Where did you learn it?"

Mu Qiqi smiled a little embarrassed, "in fact, it is not a special study, it is a person who has to take care of himself in those years abroad, and slowly learn everything."

The expression on Yang Suyun's face was a little melancholy and sighed, "I heard that jue'er told me about your family. Alas, he was also a child who suffered a lot."

Mo yanjue, who has a sullen dinner, almost didn't spray rice after hearing his mother's slander. When did he tell his mother about Muqiqi's family?

Muqiqi smiled awkwardly. "In fact, it's nothing." Raise an eye but glare hard to Mo Yan Jue, much mouth!

"How about that?" Yang Suyun seems to think of a good idea. She excitedly puts down her chopsticks and looks at Mu Qiqi.

Mu Qiqi is stunned. She doesn't know what Yang Suyun wants to say, so she has to put down her chopsticks and look at her beautiful eyes seriously.

"Qiqi, do you think you are a daughter?"

Muqiqi stayed.

I didn't expect that Yang Suyun was going to talk about it.

"This... Is"

when I saw her on both sides, I wanted to recognize her as a dry daughter. Muqi was a little confused.

Through these few hours of getting along, she just felt that Mo yanjue's mother was very friendly and easy to get along with. She didn't have the feeling of being superior and despised by rich ladies. She also wondered how such a elegant and friendly wife could have such a stinking son as Mo yanjue?

But just these few hours of getting along with each other, we need to recognize her as a daughter. First, she can't stand up, and second, she will leave as soon as the two-year agreement period is up. She never thought of any involvement with Mohist family.

So she had to decline.

"Thank you for your kindness, aunt, but I ·"

"Qiqi, you don't have to reply to me in a hurry. We can get along with each other slowly. It's not too late to reply to me after we've been familiar with each other for a long time." Yang Suyun looks at her with a smile, and the whole person radiates maternal brilliance.

Muqiqiqixinyisuan, can't help but think of her mother ··