Chapter 1862

Fortunately, he had made a table of delicious food for a long time, but he was full of Qi before he opened it.

Yang Yilin is depressed. What is he doing here today?

Get angry?

When he saw that his daughter had climbed up the chair, he did not give up and took a piece of crispy meat to his daughter's small bowl. "Molly, taste the crispy meat made by daddy. It's delicious."

As a result, the little girl gave him a look of disgust, "Daddy, I asked my uncle to give me a clip."

Yang Yilin was hurt again and suffered a lot.

He waved to the passing Mo yanjue, "you come, you give her a clip."

Mo yanjue was very happy when he saw Yang Yilin's shriveled appearance. He was usually very bullish, but he didn't expect that his daughter was a slave in front of her daughter.

"Molly, uncle, what would you like to eat?" Mo yanjue stood by the little girl, picked up chopsticks in one hand, and held the back of her chair in the other hand. His good mood was written on his face.

"I like all the things uncle gave me." Look at this. It's very comfortable to hear it.

Yang Yilin breathed deeply and almost fainted.

Is this his own daughter?

Holding his breath, Yang Yilin stands beside the little star's seat, ready to brush a wave of existence and make his daughter jealous. "Mo Yuchen, what would you like to eat, please help me clip it for you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

In the face of Yang Yilin's hospitality, the little guy behaved extremely coldly. He looked like his father both in the way of putting on airs and in the way of speaking.

Yang Yilin is sad. He sits on the seat beside him. You don't let me eat. I make my own food. It's fragrant!

Just about to move the chopsticks, a pair of chopsticks flew towards the back of his hand, "pa" a moment, the white back of his hand instantly red.

"Ah, it hurts!" Yang Yilin's voice was so loud that he quickly withdrew his hand and cried.

How could his life be so bitter? Fortunately, he has not the right to eat after working hard for a long time?

He looked up with displeasure. He looked up at the deep and sharp eyes of Mo yanjue. Then he heard: "your sister-in-law has not come yet."

Yang Yilin kneads the back of the beaten red hand and mumbles unhappily, "then you can't talk."

Mo yanjue glanced at him, his mouth cocked up, heard the footsteps coming, and immediately turned to meet him.

"I can do it myself." See Mo yanjue come to help her, Mu Qiqi embarrassed smile.

Mo yanjue didn't make a sound. He just helped her to the dining table.

After coming here, I helped her to open the chair, and after she sat down, I took the pillow and put it on her back to make her sit more comfortable.

After this series, he didn't sit down, turned around and poured out a cup of warm water to put on her hand, so he sat next to her steadfastly, picked up her favorite dishes and helped her to put them in the plate in front of her.

Yang Yilin, on the other hand, said he was stunned.

He knows that his family has many good wives, but he is so patient and careful that he can't believe it if he doesn't see it with his own eyes.

In contrast to his daughter-in-law, he suddenly felt a little guilty. When sun Zhenzhen gave birth to Molly, he didn't know. It's really hard to imagine how she came here with a big stomach.

Think about it. It's sour.

For the next meal, he was also a little absent-minded and mixed.