Chapter 577

The girl looked at Han Mu Zi's eyes and immediately became envious.

Can be so handsome and so cold, completely do not put other women in the eyes of the man as a treasure hold in the palm of the hand, should be a very happy thing.

"I'm sorry." Fat uncle's face was kind. Seeing that he almost bumped into the petite girl, he quickly turned around and scratched his head. He laughed shyly at Han Muzi and apologized by the way: "I saw that the elevator door was going to close just now, so I ran in a hurry. I'm sorry."

See his smile and tone are very sincere, Han Muzi also smile: "it's OK, anyway did not hit me, but uncle next time you still have to be careful, when the elevator door is closed, you are so dangerous."

"Yes, that's right. My wife is waiting for me at home. I'm in such a hurry. I'll pay attention next time."

Han Mu Zi nodded. Before the second sentence came out, she felt that her hand around her waist was tight for a few minutes. Ye Mo Xuan frowned and said, "how come I haven't seen you smile at me for so many days? Now you smile so brightly at others?"

“……”

This success let Han Mu purple lips smile condensation.

She never thought that night ink Xuan actually said it directly in front of so many people in the elevator. She thought that even if he complained, he would wait until he got home to complain.

Uncle Han feels embarrassed to stare at the girl next to him.

Did not get the response of the night ink Xuan brow twist deeper, sharp eyes swept to the next face with a shy smile fat uncle face.

Fat uncle received this fierce sight, some embarrassed to step back, mindless to Han Muzi told the sentence.

"Your husband looks fierce."

Han Muzi

The night ink Xuan, who was originally cold and overcast, became a little softer after hearing this sentence. Although the fat uncle's eyes were still cold, they didn't have the spirit of killing people before.

After a while, he gave a cold hum.

"Good eye."

Han Mu Zi's lips couldn't help smoking.

Fat uncle can't help but smile, "your husband is quite funny, actually admitted."

Ha ha.

Han Mu purple want to tell the fat uncle, night ink Xuan where is to admit that he is fierce, that vision is good, clear is aimed at fat uncle that husband.

She resisted the impulse of rolling her eyes and wanted to free her body from the arms of yemoxuan.

Who knows the night ink Xuan next second direct will she tightly circle in the bosom.

She can't earn anything. This baby's tight look makes the girl who wanted to chat up yemoxuan lower. Just as the elevator door opens at this time, she doesn't care whether it's the floor she's going to, so she turns around and rushes out.

And fat uncle is still standing in the same place, smiling at the night ink Xuan and Han Mu Zi.

"Here you are." Night Mo Xuan coldly reminded a.

"Ah?" Fat uncle suddenly reaction, looked at the floor key to realize that he arrived, busy step out, while walking, said: "then I go first, young man, gentle to your wife."

Although Mu Zi laughs at him and hates him very much, what fat uncle says makes night Mo Xuan hate him.

Ding -

after the elevator door was closed, Han Muzi angrily pushed his hand around his waist and said, "can you release it?"

Night Mo Xuan not only didn't let go, but hugged her more tightly and said in a low voice: "wife, I'm hungry."

Han Muzi Are you sick? "

Although it is said like this, Han Mu Zi's face is still red, because night ink Xuan said this sentence in her ear, heat along her ear hole drilling in, warm, itchy.

So hear Han Mu purple ears, this hungry not that hungry, she hate to lift a leg stepped on the back of a foot.

"Well." She is wearing a thin high heel, night ink Xuan suddenly be trampled on, pain stuffy hum voice, like revenge general, night ink Xuan hand added a little strength.

Han Mu Zi is ticklish. He pinches his waist so hard that he hides from him.

Just at this time, the door of the elevator opened, and Han Muzi ran out in a panic. To the door, Han Mu purple press fingerprints, this want to directly push the door into the time, but back.

She looked at yemoxuan, who came out of the elevator, and thought that he had been taking care of himself today. She couldn't bear to invite him.

"Come in, I'll order."

Night Mo Xuan endure the pain of foot followed her into the room.

After entering the room, two people bend over to change shoes at the same time. Han Muzi sees that after yemoxuan takes off her shoes, there are still traces of sunken socks on them. He carefully weighs them, as if they were the position where she just stepped on her high-heeled shoes.Should it hurt?

Han Muzi thought, and then silently put his shoes on the shoe cabinet, and by the way, he reached out for yemoxuan to take out the bottom pair of male slippers and put them on the ground for yemoxuan.

Night ink Xuan put on shoes, see the top empty row.

When Mingming came yesterday, there were children's shoes in a row here.

I didn't expect that she would put these shoes away today.

Think of here, night Mo Xuan eyebrows tiny Mi Mi, then can't help but ask: "shoes are put away?"

Han Mu purple hand action meal, quickly reaction, what he asked, and then nodded.

Then she turned around and took out her cell phone to open meituan takeout.

"What would you like to eat?"

"All right." Night Mo Xuan keeps up with her step, looking at her height just to her chest, can't help but think, if her child is also here, where will he go?

Five years If the child belonged to her ex husband, he would be five years old now.

At the age of five

It's only to his knee, right?

Think of here, night ink Xuan's mind unconsciously came up with a small figure, that little guy wearing a cartoon mask, has a pair of eyes as clear as glass beads, and then looked at him.

"I believe uncle is not a bad man!"

The child I met him in the Han family. He looks very young.

It's about five years old, and Mu Zi's child is also five years old

In that case, the child

Think of here, night Mo Xuan feel heart has a strange feeling spread, his hands consciously cover his chest, looking at the front of Han Mu Zi.

Is that child Mu Zi?

"Anything? Then I'll order it to my own taste? "

Yemoxuan saw her order into a Sichuan restaurant, and his hands consciously came forward to hold her arm, but his mouth subconsciously blurted out: "last time I met a child in the Han family..."