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"The last dish, the boiled meat, the dishes are ready."
Ting Ye clapped her hands and said, "Chef, I think I'm amazing!"
"Li — harm — —!"
Easily looking at the table full of his favorite meat dishes, he happily shouted, "When I grow up, I'll marry Auntie Lil 'Ye! "Let Auntie Lil 'Ye live in our home all her life, and cook for me every day!"
Ye Zichen rolled his eyes speechlessly at his silly brother. This glutton.
Easily reaching out his small round hand, he touched the plate closest to him. The plate was filled with the whole chicken that had already been sliced.
Chicken leg, chicken leg, I'm going to get you soon. Ever since he had served this dish, he had been thinking about the chicken's fat legs.
"Don't move!"
Ting Ye grabbed onto the small, easy hand and asked, "What did I say?"
Easy to pout, a pair of very Rong Heting's eyes full of desire and grievance.
"Little Aunt, Little Aunt said to take a picture first before eating."
"Right, let's take a photo before eating."
Ting Ye took out her cell phone and snapped a few photos as she walked around the table. They were taken from all directions.
"Alright, let's eat!"
After taking the photos, Ting Ye put away her phone and sat in front of the dining table. She picked up the plate in front of Yi Yi and took out the two chicken legs. "Here, Qianqian eat one. Simple one."
Easily looking at the chicken leg that was about to be taken away, one was put into his mother's bowl and the other was put into his sister's bowl. The originally shriveled corner of his mouth widened as he cried out, "Wah! My chicken leg, my chicken leg!" Mother, chicken legs! "
He would never marry an aunt again. Aunt Leaflet did not love him at all, his chicken leg.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Ting Ye laughed to her heart's content. She put down her plate and took out her phone. She pointed the camera at the wide-open mouth that was easy to cry from, then took a few photos with a clap.
"Crying Cat, when you grow up and get married, I'll show these photos to her and see how she laughs at you. Hahaha!"
Qianqian stuffed the chicken leg in the bowl into her mouth, causing the mouth to suddenly fill up, "That's enough, Auntie Lil 'Ye is teasing you!"
"Wu wu wu." Easy Life pulled the chicken leg out of his mouth with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, "I, I'm also teasing Auntie Lil 'Ye!
"Hahahahahahaha!" Ting Ye laughed even harder.
"Idiot." He simply rolled his eyes at Yi Yi, picked up the chicken leg in the bowl and put it into the bowl.
'Mom's memory is so poor. I must have remembered incorrectly. I must have been the one who was born first.
I'm actually an older sister, he thought as he rested his chin on his hands.
She had no intention of admitting that this foolish person was her little brother.
Qianqian pinched her cheeks that were easily bulging. "Eat your food."
"Leng Su has some things to take care of recently, he will be gone for a few days. I'm worried that without him, the three of you won't be able to eat well, so all of your food is on me!"
Ting Ye picked up a pair of chopsticks with water and cooked meat to make it easier.
"It should be delicious, even more delicious than what your uncle cooked, right?"
Easily seeing the expectant look on her aunt's face, she nodded.
Although the food Aunt Ye cooked was really better than what Uncle Leng Su cooked, why did she always ask herself this question after cooking? He already couldn't remember how many times he had replied to her question, could he?
Mu Qianqian put down her chopsticks and bowl. "I've finished eating."
"Eh, Qianqian, why did you only eat one bowl? Don't you usually eat three bowls of rice? How can you eat so little? "
"Maybe it's because I ate too much at the meeting this afternoon."
Qianqian touched her stomach. She didn't know what happened to Rong Heting this afternoon, so she kept stuffing dishes into her bowl.
Because she was worried that the other colleagues who were eating with their heads lowered would see him cooking for them, she could only eat the dishes he picked up as soon as possible. Unknowingly, she had eaten a lot more.
Until now, her stomach had not been comfortable. Afraid that Ting Ye and the children might be worried, she could only grudgingly eat a bowl of rice. He was beginning to feel nauseous.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Mu Qianqian, who had always had a keen intuition, looked at Mu Qianqian simply, as if she were a young adult, trying to discern something from the expression on her face.
See, the children are worried.
Her health had always been poor. Every time she got sick, everyone treated her in an exaggerated manner.
If they found out that her stomach was not feeling well, they would definitely not think it was a minor ailment. They would definitely send her to the hospital with great fanfare and stay there for half a month.
Mu Qianqian shook her head to herself in her heart. She absolutely couldn't let them find out that she was feeling uncomfortable.
She had never been able to put on an act, so she could only stand up and say that she was too tired. She quickly returned to her room.
Normally, she would take the two babies to play games after dinner, but Ting Ye had been living here recently, so she wasn't worried about helping her take care of the kids.
As long as she survived tonight, she thought, her stomach would probably be fine by tomorrow.
They simply looked at Ting Ye and Easily. The two of them were talking and laughing, easily staying still while holding the bowls in their hands and waiting for Ting Ye to serve him food.
The two idiots simply sighed.
Mom was obviously hiding something from us, but neither of them could tell. Forget it, it seems like I'll have to rely on her to protect my mother.
Rong Heting raised his head and looked at the sky. It was a dark and windy night, which was perfect for meeting a beauty in private.
After his men reported the exact location of Mu Qianqian's room, Rong Heting easily avoided the secret position Ye Feng placed near his home and entered.
Because of her body's discomfort, Mu Qianqian fell asleep early in the morning. She dreamt of a big dog licking her face, licking it, before turning into a bite, biting her lips until they hurt.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure leaning over her. Just as he was about to exclaim in shock, half of his face was covered by a large hand.
"Shh!"
This is...
Mu Qianqian recalled that it was clearly Rong Heting's voice. His voice was filled with magnetism and was especially recognizable.
Why was he here? In his own bed?
"Ugh …"
"Although I really like hearing you call out loud, but there's someone else next door. You want others to find out that I'm by your side?"
Rong Heting's lips were close to Mu Qianqian's ears. With his other hand, he held Mu Qianqian's hand and reached into his shirt, going all the way down.
"Qianqian, feel me."
Mu Qianqian followed Rong Heting's gaze and looked down from his black shirt. She could feel the warmth of his hands, which scared her so much that she wanted to shake it off immediately.
Rong Heting smiled and turned her over so that her back was to him. "It seems that you have already felt it."
He tore off his tie and tied Mu Qianqian's hands behind her back. His rough palms slid down her shoulders and lightly brushed her shoulders.
Facing the moonlight, he could clearly see a small imprint on that white, tender, and smooth skin. It was the word 'complexion'.
This was his imprint, this was his, Rong Heting's, woman, so no one else could touch her.
His hand circled the word, his voice hoarse. "Then, let's begin."
Only then did Mu Qianqian realize that her pajamas that she had put on before going to bed had already disappeared.