Before he finished speaking, Lord Jun was already grabbed by the skirt of his clothes and pulled forward fiercely.
Afterwards, the soft lips were imprinted with endless thoughts.
Di Ming Jue only feels that at that moment, all jealousy, jealousy, and anger are completely washed away.
All that is left is deep love and burning desire.
With a wave of his hand, he threw the unconscious Ning Xu out of the room, then hugged Muyan, leaned her against the wall, and kissed her deeply.
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The sunlight outside the window shone in, Muyan suddenly woke up from her sleep, and looked around.
But he found that the clothes on his body were intact, and there was no one around him.
The bright brilliance on her face dimmed instantly, and disappointment flooded her heart like a tide.
Could it be that everything last night was just a dream that appeared because I missed Di Ming Jue too much
Or does it mean that after Di Ming Jue came, he left in a hurry
While I was depressed, suddenly, a scent of food entered my nose.
This taste is so refreshing that it makes people move their index fingers. Moreover, it is clearly not the delicacy that the fifth senior brother is good at.
Muyan quickly got up and followed the scent to find it.
Soon in the small kitchen, I saw Lord Jun busy in front of the stove.
There is also Xiaobao wearing an apron, with a sullen face, serving dishes one after another on the table, and using spells to carefully prevent the dishes from getting cold.
Muyan blinked.
How long has she not seen such a scene.
It seems that in the Yanwu Continent, the high and mighty emperor once made soup for her without caring about his dignity.
"Mother!" Xiaobao saw Muyan in a blink of an eye.
A smile burst out of the tense little face immediately, and the blue eyes sparkled towards him.
It was only when Muyan wanted to reach out and hug him.
Xiaobao stopped hurriedly and took two steps back coyly: "Xiaobao is dirty, you can't hug mother."
In the busyness just now, Xiaobao is not just helping to serve and warm the dishes.
He also helped wash vegetables, pick vegetables, and chop firewood, making his body dirty.
In fact, he and his father have to do these things, and they can finish them with a wave of hands.
But Xiaobao likes to be so busy with his own hands, preparing meals for his mother with his father.
Thinking of his mother eating happily, his heart will also become soft, as if soaked in honey.
As soon as Xiaobao finished speaking, Muyan dragged him over, hugged him into his arms and kissed him deeply.
The dirt on the apron naturally stained Muyan's clean clothes.
Xiao Bao frowned like a little adult, with annoyance on his face: "Xiao Bao stained mother's clothes."
"It's just a piece of clothing, you can buy it again." Muyan kissed Xiaobao several times without caring, "Which is more important than kissing my baby?"
Xiaobao's tense eyebrows and eyes were stretched again, his face was red, but his eyes were full of joy.
Only then did Muyan let go of Xiaobao, and walked slowly behind Di Ming Jue, then stretched out her hand to gently hug the busy man.
"Hmph!" A displeased cold snort came, "Madam finally remembers that there is this gentleman?"
Muyan put her face on his back, and said softly: "Yan Yu..."
Di Ming Jue's body stiffens slightly.
This is the first time Muyan took the initiative to call his name.
The voice is so soft and mellow, as if it contains infinite affection, and it seems to be full of dependence and acting like a baby.
It made his heart soften into a ball.
Di Ming Jue gathers himself together, and after a while he says in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't think that, I won't settle accounts with you."