Yan Tianxing was so angry that she didn't speak.

By all means, Mo Shangyun hadn't realized it, but instead she was curious. She raised her hand and wiped Yan Tianxing's face, and said, "Speaking of it, your skin is also rough."

"Do you like Xiaobai?"

Yan Tianxing's face went dark, but unfortunately Mo Shangyun couldn't see it.

"..."

Mo Shangyun began to think about whether Yan Tianxing two years ago was not a white face.

However, for Yan Tianxing, her silence is equivalent to acquiescence, and Yan Tianxing suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Yan Tianxing did not have a good air immediately: "It's too late to regret."

"Yan Ye!"

When he came back, Mo Shangyun smiled and shouted at him, with a deep joy in his voice.

"..."

Yan Tianxing ignored her.

Mo Shangyun asked very seriously: "For so many years, you have grown like this, no one has said that you look like a little white face?"

"..." Yan Tianxing was silent for a moment, holding her hand in the backhand, and the palm with the cocoon rubbed her skin. In the dark, he squinted coldly, "Mo Shangyun, you will not die for a while, right? "

Mo Shangyun was happy, and he smiled, "Your name prevents me from exploring the unknown and hinders my curiosity."

Yan Tianxing angrily grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled forward.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangjun unconsciously reached out to support the other armrest of the chair, fearing that he would hit Yan Tianxing's wound when falling.

After the danger stabilized, Mo Shangyun was relieved, and immediately said without a word: "You're talking about who is dead?"

It was called domestic violence.

Lord Ye is good.

As soon as you do it, you become masochistic.

There are so many wounds on his body that he bumps casually, enough for him to relax for a long time.

"Also know that it hurts?"

Yan Tianxing kissed the corner of her lips, warmly breathing her intertwined, the low-magnetism voice and the smell of arrogance, ambiguous, provocative and tickling.

"……naive."

Halfway, Mo Shangyun squeezed out only these two words.

She wanted to get up, but was pulled by Yan Tianxing.

The lips are sealed.

Obviously, the move just made was not enough to satisfy Yan Tianxing.

Breathing is staggered and tastes great.

Waiting for the last trace of air in the lungs to run out, Yan Tianxing loosened his ink.

Mo Shangjun breathed fresh air, rolled his eyes at Yan Tianxing when he lowered his head, but the sky was too dark, and Yan Tianxing could not see it naturally.

Mo Shangyun secretly scolded: If he is not injured now, he must be turned back to heaven.

"Mo Xiaoyun."

Yan Tianxing's voice was a little dumb, palms covering her waist, and her head fell on her.

In the darkness, Xu couldn't see his expression, but his hearing became more acute, and Mo Shangjun heard his ears tickle, and his ears were too soft.

"What?" Mo Shangyun took a breath and asked him as calmly as possible.

"Don't hit the little white face."

Yan Tianxing whispered in a low voice that it was a domineering dominance with no room for negotiation.

Gou Lip smiled, Mo Shangyun hooked his neck, but instead of following him, he responded softly, "Well, rest assured."

Her family Yan Ye, can be overbearing, can be delicate, can be gentle...

Leaving Yan Tianxing a variety of sportsman to find a little white face?

She is afraid of being crazy.

*

The business matters.

Mo Shangyun didn't continue to be skeptical with Yan Tianxing.

Grilling sweet potatoes requires a lot of thought.

A flower came to the living room once in the middle, originally intended to lay out the bamboo couch, but then noticed that the bedroom door was closed. Although no movement was heard, it also ran away very sadly.

Both Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing heard her footsteps, and probably guessed something, and looked at each other in the dark.

However, the door was deliberately opened for "clarification".

——It seems guilty.

The treatment of the S regiment and the Black Hawk was in the same way, but Yan Tianxing thought more comprehensively than Mo Shangyun. The two men took the time to communicate and confirmed the action tonight before quickly ending the topic.

Mo Shangyun also timely opened both the bedroom door and the lamp.

After roasting sweet potatoes with a flower, I didn't rush into the door. After a while, I was relieved when I found the bedroom door was opened.

She gave the baked sweet potato to Mo Shangyun, and handed the dinner to them both.

Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing both thanked.

But this time, without a word, Yi Zhihua ran away anxiously.

"I guess she wouldn't dare to look at you tomorrow." Mo Shangyun said with a smile.

"Dare she look at you?" Yan Tianxing squinted at her.

"Sure enough," Mo Shangjun shrugged and said, "I will ask DARK to reserve some money for her. What do you say?"

"……Ok."

Yan Tianxing nodded.

Yi Zhihua saved Yan Tianxing's life, and he took good care of Yan Tianxing.

This kindness is the reward.

However, in addition to revenge for her father, and give her a little money in life, they have no other way to repay.

"Do you want to feed you?"

Seeing Yan Tianxing had no opinion, Mo Shangyun glanced at the dinner on the table.

"Do not--"

"Forget it, let me feed you."

Yan Tianxing just wanted to refuse, and the conversation was cut off by Mo Shangyun's decision.

"...I have a hand." Yan Tianxing said silently.

"I can see it." Mo Shangyun nodded.

"..."

"However, I have to treat you well." Mo Shangyun said with a straight face, "Lest you suffer from gains and losses."

"Speak reason--"

Yan Tianxing Zhangkou wanted to follow Mo Jun's theory.

However, Mo Shangyun has handed the spoon to Yan Tianxing's mouth.

"Eat, no need to be polite." Mo Shangyun smiled on the face. After a pause, he added deliberately, "I honor you."

Yan Tianxing's face was black, and he was about to grab the spoon when he reached out, but he was flexibly avoided by Mo Shangyun.

At the next moment, Mo Shangyun sent the spoon to him again, laughing and saying, "Don't make trouble, ah--"

"..." like a baby boy.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Yan Tianxing gave a slight pause, but instead of fighting Mo Shangyun, he opened his mouth obediently.

Mo Shangjun fed the food to his mouth.

Yan Tianxing felt like a disability.

However, when he looked up and saw Mo Shangyun's mischievous look, he was completely angry.

What about my wife-in-law?

Spoiled chanting.

When I first got it, I couldn't give it away.

Yan Tianxing ate her food without saying a word, eating and eating, and wondering what to think of, suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Shangyun gave him a suspicious look.

"I can be sure that you can't be a mom, but being an older sister is not a problem." Yan Tianxing said.

It's hard to imagine what Mo Shangyun would look like when he became a mother.

However, older children like her in life always like to have fun with themselves in small things... presumably, they can get along well with children.

What's more, she can now flexibly control the "feeding" technique.

"Then," Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, his smile spreading, "Crying'Sister?'"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Get used to her!