MTL - Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

Huh, what, what ...

Ruan Mengmeng was suddenly a little tangled.

Li Junyu took the lead for her and helped her to give Ruan Jiaojiao such a 'surprise'.

Ruan Jiaojiao's face was not only swollen, it could even be said to have penetrated.

Under such circumstances, she should reasonably thank Li Junyu.

But thinking that he didn't ask her wishes, he took the initiative to arrange a bunch of courses, taking up her spare time, and felt that the man was horribly bad.

"Forget it, I don't care about him ..."

Soft waxy voice complained a little.

That's what it said, but Ruan Mengmeng still took out her mobile phone, flipped to the number with the signature tyrant in the phone book, edited a text message and sent it.

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In Europe, it is 10am.

The warmth of the autumn sun shines from the floor-to-ceiling glass, so that the entire glass flower house is stained with a golden warm mist.

Li Junyu was sitting on the cushion of the glass flower room at this time.

One hand followed the phone, and the other big palm fell on the boy's soft, shiny black hair, and he stroked it gently.

On the soft slump, there was a small figure, with his head down, quietly playing with the puzzle.

The look of the little boy is beautiful enough to catch anyone's eyes.

The narrow and long eyes exactly like Li Junyu are not as deep as Li Junyu, but like the sea, they are mysterious blue.

Li Junyu casually rubbed his hair, but the little boy didn't react at all, just playing with his things silently.

On the phone, Ling Bei is reporting.

"Master, that's the general situation in the country. Next, should we pressure the police?"

"No." Li Junyu's tone was cold and low, "Tell Sansao, in her face, Yu Tang will no longer investigate the matter of breaking the vase by Mrs. Qin."

"No, no accountability? Master, this ..." Ling Bei was confused.

If not, why would they want to release the video of Old Lady Qin smashing someone in a vase?

"Since Sanshou found her uncle to express affection, she also said that Mrs. Qin had an in-law relationship with her nephew. Then it was to sell Mrs. Qin a favor and let the police station let Mrs. Qin let go. No compensation. "

"..." Ling Bei didn't dare to say a word.

Based on his understanding of his young master, young master hates being threatened the most.

Mrs. Qin took care of the relationship and found that Mrs. Three's intercession was tantamount to using Mr. Qin's face to greet Master.

Even if the young master gave in on the surface, but ... the young master of his family was never a philanthropist, and it was never easy for him to make concessions for no reason.

Sure enough, the next second, I heard Li Junyu's chilling voice sounded.

"Tell Sansao, in her face, Yu Tang is willing to take over the birthday feast of Mrs. Qin. Um ... just be a bit of sincerity for Yu Tang to repay the old lady."

apologize?

Overwhelmed?

The ghost believed that the young master thought so.

Ling Bei dare to assure that the tyrant lord who eats in the business world without vomiting his bones must have come up with more cruel and more disciplinary methods.

...

Hanging up the phone, Li Junyu's face was even colder.

At this moment, the phone vibrated slightly.

Open the text message, the man's eyebrows lightly twisted unconsciously stretched out.

[That ... the video on Weibo was made by you. Well, dear brother, thank you. 】

Tweaking the tone, I can see that the little milk cat thought and thought, edited and edited the short message.

Between the lines, there was a contradictory and shy breath of wanting to thank.

After reading the text message, the corner of my lip was still soft, and he smiled with an extremely slow.

Vaguely, there seems to be nothing.

But that radian is completely different from his usual cold and indifferent sneer.

Such a laugh made him melt away from the shroud of ice, and the cold and fierce gas field that was habitually emitted disappeared at this moment.

Keeping his head down, the silent boy suddenly looked up.

Reveal those clear blue eyes.

He reached out his immature little hand, gently pulled his cousin's trouser legs, leaned on his small face, and looked at him silently.

Even if he didn't speak, Li Junyu could see what his thinking was from the clear blue eyes of his little cousin.

Although the little boy closed himself, he knew him very well.

The little boy stretched out his white fingers and wrote a 'laugh' in his palm.

Followed by another question mark.