Chapter 33

"This is my home. If you put it in my kitchen without a label, it's nothing if you take it. The things in our house belong to me and Jingyao, so she can use it freely." Luo Wanyi doesn't care if Yang Jialan is skipping and politely returns to the past.

The metaphor is for her son. It's not a kind of aphrodisiac, but it's hemostasis. There's nothing wrong with it.

If you change to her, you won't care whether Yang Jialan is very angry or not. You can use it directly.

"Luo Wanyi, don't you prefer Yu Mo to be a daughter-in-law? When did you protect this metaphor? Look at her face, which looks like a fox spirit. Sooner or later, she will take Jingyao's soul away. "

"Er Bo Niang, if yu se had long wanted to hook my brother's soul, my brother would never come back to this house. He didn't have any logic in his words. No wonder Mo jingxun was so..." Said, Mo Jing Xi suddenly stopped, and then his eyes fell on Yang Jialan's back, as if to see what kind of beast.

"You don't know how to speak. My jingxun is very good. You can't kneel down quickly."

Metaphorical color light glanced at her, the reason did not manage, turned around and left.

"Yu se, stop for me. You just want to escape because of the reason, don't you? Murphy, stop her. "

"Mom, shut up."

Yang Jialan was stunned. "Jingxun, aren't you sleeping? What's the matter with you? "

But when she turned around, she suddenly looked silly, "jingxun, what makeup are you wearing on your face? What ugly make-up! Wash these red and red spots quickly. It's so ugly. How can you meet people on the street? "

Looking at Yang Jialan's hand to touch, Mo jingxun a side, "don't touch, itch to death, infection to you is bad." In other words, he grabbed his own hand.

This catch, the face and neck on the original red, a more red.

"What's going on?" Yang Jialan is in love with her son.

"Just last night after eating your steamed bowl of food, I was itched to wake up early. It was all you, and said that I should give you a grandson early. Now, I have no face to see people. It's itchy to death."

Yang Jialan reached out and grabbed Mo jingxun's hand. "Don't grab it. If you grasp it again, you will lose your face. Jing Xun is so handsome and beautiful that you can't catch your face."

"But I itch to death, you let go."

Seeing Mo jingxun itching very hard, Yang Jialan first has a momentary trance, and then suddenly turns around like a sudden realization. She wants to pull the hand of metaphor, but she doesn't dare to say, "Yu se, you have a way, don't you? Save Jing Xun quickly. You can't let him break the picture like this. "

At this moment, Yang Jialan finally remembered Yu SE's warning last night. Yu se told her that Mo jingxun couldn't eat eels. She thought that Yu se was revenge. She was talking nonsense. Unexpectedly, after sleeping for a while, Mo jingxun's skin became what it is now.

Yu se took a step back and said, "it's none of my business. However, if I hadn't taken out ten eels yesterday, I'm afraid your son is still more serious now. It's estimated that there's no skin to see."

"Yu se, I thank you. You'd better give jingxun a look to see if you can stop itching." Mo jingxun has been grasping. He will leave scars. Yang Jialan is very worried.

"Is that eel still in use?"

"No, no, if you want, I'll send someone to buy it for you. Only I can buy the wild eel." At this time, Yang Jialan not only didn't want to return it, but also paid special attention to send metaphor.

"Jingyao's wound has stopped bleeding. He doesn't need it." The metaphor is still light.

"Metaphor, show it to my son." Yang Jialan didn't believe in metaphor at first, but she didn't expect that what Yu se said casually last night really happened. If she wasn't sure that Yu se had no physical contact with Mo jingxun, she would have suspected that Yu se had given Mo jingxun some medicine.