MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 979 Hurry and marry him

"Good." Li Ma immediately let people go.

She looked at her mother and son and looked at each other and laughed. I couldn't help but sigh: "Mrs. I was strange before. My grandfather's personality is so cold, but the young master is so warm. He laughs and melts people. I didn't expect to inherit you. ""

If it was placed before, Li Ma would not dare to say such a thing.

Yonko has even beaten his own son, and it is even more inappropriate for others.

I didn't expect to go back for two years, and my personality has changed.

Li Ma also suddenly realized that the personality of Oriental ink is like who.

"But I was not like this before?" The priest swept away to a maid.

The maid immediately stepped back in horror.

Si Yanran.

She felt strange in the morning, and the maids seemed to be scared to see themselves.

I don't know what Mizuko had done to them before.

"It's all gone, you are so good now." Li Ma smiled.

"Yeah." The priest, picking up a pastry brought by a maid, and feeding it to the Oriental ink.

Oriental ink smiled in her arms: "It's delicious."

Dongfang Temple stood on the second floor of the stairs and stunned for a few seconds.

When Mo was born, Mi Zihao insisted on not using breast milk, let alone feeding the children to eat. These things are almost always done by babysitters and Li Ma.

I didn't expect her to come back this time, the change would be so big.

Fortunately, Mo's childhood was not remembered at the time. It is so good to laugh so happy now.

Both mother and son have a smile on their faces, the lights in the hall are soft, and the atmosphere is unusually warm.

The cold face of the oriental cockroach, the corner of the lips can not help but rise slightly.

He walked down the spiral staircase and stood in front of the priest.

After the priest noticed his existence, he subconsciously shrank his shoulders, his eyelashes fluttered, and he did not look at him.

Oriental ink felt her emotional changes and touched her cheek: "What happened to Mommy? Where is it uncomfortable?"

The little guy was very warm, and the priest held his hand tightly and shook his head gently: "No, isn't it hungry? Let's go have dinner."

At all, she did not look up to see the East.

The priest is very fond of the children. Every time she cares about the white back home, she is taking care of Gu Nianbai.

Therefore, on the dining table, the priest is very skilled in helping the oriental ink dish.

"Ink, eat more vegetables, you are growing up, you can't picky eaters."

The eyes of Oriental ink are very beautiful and beautiful. When you are ridiculous, it is like a crescent moon, especially cute.

"Thank you Mommy." He laughed, and then he gave the priest a dish.

The priest’s heart was very warm and he smiled at him.

She thought that if such a lovely child was really born, she could wake up when she fell asleep.

Oriental ink looked at the cold-faced oriental dragonfly and also gave him a chopstick: "Why, why are you not happy?"

Oriental ink looked curiously at the East.

The Oriental 珏 gave him a cold look.

Two years ago, Mi Zizhen only had him in his eyes. Now he is back. In turn, there are only sons in his eyes. Even the light of the corner of his eyes does not look at him.

The East is suffocating.

The priest still doesn't look at him, just take care of the oriental ink. Every dish, she gives him a little bit of nutrition, to be balanced.

Dongfang wanted to throw chopsticks. In the end, he put the chopsticks on the table and got up and left the restaurant.

Oriental Mo Xiaoyan looked at the back of his departure and turned to the priest: "Mummy, you are so angry."

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The priest looked at him: "What happened to me?"

In the morning, he was so against her, and she was stunned. Is the angry person her good?

Because of the appearance of Oriental ink, she temporarily put away the negative emotions.

"Mummy, you are only good to me, too eccentric, so I am angry, you are going to marry him." Oriental ink looks like a priest.

The priest lowered his throat and said faintly: "I haven't eaten yet."

Oriental ink, a small adult, sighed: "Mummy, spleen is super bad, but I am like you, my temper is good, if you are angry, kick you out of bed, you come to me. I will take you."

Secretary: ""

After a few seconds of landing in the Oriental ink, the priest suddenly jumped.

Worse, where did she sleep at night?

Last night, I was knocked out by the Oriental cockroaches. I knocked on the fainting in the morning. After a while, did they still have to quarrel, and let him knock himself out?

In this way, the priest did not have the heart to eat.

Oriental ink waved: "Go, go to the ground, I can do it alone."

The priest stared at him and shook his head: "No, I will finish it with you."

"I am so touched." The little guy was happy and his eyes bent again, so cute.

The priest looked at him, and all the troubles were thrown into the clouds.

She kept her hands on her chin and stared at the oriental ink.

He is really good looking, his skin is white, his eyes are more beautiful than the girl's eyes, the point is - his personality is super warm.

And Xiao Yue's personality is super like.

If she is really her son, she is happy to die.

The priest is almost foreseeable. After the oriental ink grows up, it must be a warm man like Si Yue.

"Mummy, you seem to like me very much." Oriental ink put down the chopsticks, wipe the mouth with a napkin, and be skilled.

He is very independent.

It was Dongfang who deliberately trained him.

Mi Zizhen does not care about the oriental ink at all, but only pretends to be in front of the oriental dragonfly.

When I was very young, Oriental ink had to eat by myself. Although it would make me feel terrible, he was indeed more and more independent. At a young age, he had a strong self-care ability.

"Well, it was seen by you." The priest took his hand and pinched it.

As soft as a white hand.

Going upstairs, at the door of the children's room, Oriental ink seriously looked at the priest and asked: "Mummy, you won't go right?"

A sneak peek.

She would like to tell the little guy that she is not his mother, but looking at the dawn he is looking forward to, she can't bear to say it.

She knelt down and said: "Ink, I live in the Mancheng family. They all call me priests. If one day I am in conflict with you, can you come to me?"

Oriental ink thought for a few seconds and repeated: "Manager priest, I remember, if Mommy is gone, I will go there to find you."

"It's so smart." Si Si touched his little head.

The hair is also soft.

She smiled and couldn't help but reach out and hold him into her arms.

"Mummy, go to the ground, I am going to do homework." Oriental ink smiled.

"Well, I will come to you when he is driven out by him," said the priest.

"Yeah." Oriental ink waved.

The boy is a boy. Although he has never had a mother in his memory, he will not be as white and light as he was.

The priest got up and walked to the door of the master bedroom. Looking at the luxurious and beautiful door panel, she took a few deep breaths and still didn't have the courage to knock on the door.