Chapter 1785

Qiao Mu catches Ling Zihuan's slightly nervous look. He can't suppress the smile from the corner of his mouth and answers to Liu Yuemei, "there is one girl in the picture, but it's not clear whether she is willing to marry or not!"

Liu Yuemei smile slightly stiff, seems to be regret to sigh, "there is a girl in the picture."

"I will!"

When Liu Yuemei's voice fell to the ground, Ling Zihuan also said yes.

This word is said by her suddenly, Liu Yue Mei doesn't understand for a moment, "wench, what do you say?"

At present, in addition to several brothers of Su Wantong and Li Cheng, others do not know the relationship between Qiao Mu and Ling Zihuan.

And the little girl inexplicably out of their own voice, suddenly ears are red.

In the face of Liu Yuemei's doubts, Su Wantong opened his voice at the right time and said, "Mom, Huanhuan is talking to me."

All of you are smart people!

Su Wan Tong's mind is delicate, and it's easy to figure out his mother's intention.

She was helpless, but she couldn't say much.

……

Time flies, near four in the afternoon, Liu Yuemei and they nagged for a while, then got up and went back to the ancestral hall.

After she left, Qiao Mu and Su Wantong couldn't help looking at each other, and then they both lost their smiles.

Then, the little girl was a little unhappy! Acid bubbles all over!

Just at this time, Su Yujing came to the backyard, he stood near the arch, did not come forward, said to Su Wantong: "Xiao Tong, you come here."

Su Wan Tong responds. When she gets up, she looks at Ling Zihuan's look of lowering her head and picking her fingers. She says with a smile, "Huanhuan, you can have a chat with the second uncle. Mommy will deal with something first."

"Well..."

Ling Zi nodded and watched Su Wan Tong and Su Yu Jing leave. Her round face was covered with tangles.

Inside and outside the pavilion, it was quiet.

Ling Zihuan couldn't hide her mind. In less than half a minute, she squinted at Qiao mu, "second uncle, Mommy is very beautiful, isn't she?"

Qiao Mu pursed his lips and said, "well, it's beautiful."

The little girl instantly bit the corner of her mouth, "it's very gentle, isn't it?"

"Well, she should be the gentlest woman I've ever seen!"

Ling Zihuan's heart was ablaze with fire.

She gasped, holding her thigh in her small hand, "do you like a gentle woman or..."

Before she finished speaking, Ling Zihuan closed her mouth.

She was wondering what kind of woman she was?

After thinking for a long time, the little girl felt that she was not a woman at all!

It's neither gentle nor considerate. Besides eating, drinking and having fun, it doesn't seem to show the fine tradition of women at all.

She looked at Qiao Mu unhappily, pinching herself in one hand and the edge of the table in the other.

Don't think she didn't recognize grandma's voice.

Maybe in her old people's eyes, a man like second uncle should be the best match for a woman like mommy.

This cognition, let the little girl's in the heart very not taste.

She suddenly regretted that she didn't grow up quickly. At this age, she met such an excellent man as the second uncle. She felt a little inferior.

At this time, Qiao Mu was acutely aware of the fluctuation of Ling Zihuan's mood.

Tease also tease, don't brake in time, I'm afraid the little girl should cry!

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand to hold her arm, and pulled her to his face with a little force.

At this time, Ling Zihuan leaned his head against the edge of the table, glanced at Qiao mu, and then rubbed against him with his heel. At the same time, he murmured, "second uncle, what are you doing?"