Chapter 1167

At night, Chu Yunyao took from Mo Lingyuan the exquisite pony carved from high-quality agarwood wood, and handed it to Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, this is the pony carved for you by my father. How about playing this later?"

Xiu'er's dark eyes glanced at Mo Lingyuan, then at Chu Yunyao, put the two little wooden horses together, and put them beside her pillow lovingly, with her fleshy body facing away from Mo Lingyuan Lie down.

Chu Yunyao lay beside Xiu'er, covered him with the quilt, and looked straight at the ceiling of the tent.

Whenever Xiu'er was around, Mo Lingyuan always looked cautious, he didn't dare to get too close to Xiu'er, and he didn't dare to get too far away from Xiu'er, and always kept a relatively safe distance for Xiu'er.

He was lying beside Chu Yunyao, and seeing her depressed, he comforted her, "Don't worry, Jinyu's body will take some time to recuperate, whether something will happen in a while, and if you look slowly, you will find a suitable heart." .”

Chu Yunyao grabbed Mo Lingyuan's hand, "Ling Yuan, why do you still keep Zuoren?"

Mo Lingyuan's voice was gloomy and cold, "He dared to treat you like this, the commander-in-chief kept him, naturally he wanted to make his life worse than death."

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and through the clothes, she could feel the violence and bloodthirsty suddenly surging in his body.

Chu Yunyao patted his chest lightly, and persuaded him in a soft voice: "Xiu'er is still at the side, please keep your voice down so as not to scare the child."

Mo Lingyuan suddenly fell silent.

Chu Yunyao heard his gnashing of teeth.

"Ling Yuan, beat him to ashes." Chu Yunyao stuck his head into his arms, "In this way, this matter is over, there is no need to think about those unhappiness all the time, just adding to your anger .”

Mo Lingyuan's thin lips pressed against her forehead, and he agreed in a low voice: "Okay."

Seeing her mother ignoring her for a long time, Xiu'er immediately became upset, twisted her small body, rolled to Chu Yunyao's side, and said in a childish voice, "Mother, woo woo..."

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao quickly pushed Mo Lingyuan away, "Why are you turning off the light, go and light it up, Xiu'er is probably afraid of the dark."

Chu Yunyao turned around and hugged Xiu'er, "What's wrong with Xiu'er? Mother is here, Xiu'er is good."

Mo Lingyuan had no choice but to light the lamp again, turned around with resentment, and saw Xiu'er lying in Chu Yunyao's arms, drooling, and looking at him warily with big dark eyes.

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

Mo Lingyuan wanted to touch the little guy's little face, Xiu'er grabbed the hand he extended over, put it in his mouth, and bit down desperately with the four small teeth that had just come out and hadn't grown yet.

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

It didn't hurt, but it just chilled the heart of his loving old father.

I just carved a wooden horse for this little guy for half a month. I don’t know how many times my fingers were pierced by the tip of the knife. The wound has not healed. I just gave him the wooden horse as a gift tonight. Just after that, the little guy turned his face and didn't recognize anyone in an instant.

Seeing this, Chu Yunyao quickly freed his fingers from Xiu'er's mouth, "Does it hurt? There are teeth marks."

Mo Lingyuan resisted the urge to pinch this little guy to death, glanced at the thin tooth marks, and said lightly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing him lying on Chu Yunyao, Mo Lingyuan raised his hand to lift Xiu'er away, twisted it to the innermost position where Xiu'er slept, put the quilt on him, and ordered: "Xiu'er, it's getting late, go to bed quickly , obediently don’t disturb your parents chatting.”

Xiu'er was thrown away, and even more angry, her chubby body quickly got out of the quilt, rolled over Chu Yunyao, and squeezed between Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao...

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Mo Lingyuan: "..."