Steal a god and take it home

Chu Lingxuan took off his casual clothes and put on a straight black striped suit.

He looks like the big president who came out of the comics.

It simply kills all the popular fresh meat in seconds.

Chu Lingxuan drove his Thunder One coquettishly to the city center.

His car is very eye-catching, and he can be seen at a glance wherever he goes.

So his arrival also caused a little commotion.

Places like the city center are crowded with people.

He didn't even need to look for it. Naturally, someone who wentssip would tell him.

Where are your wife and male mistress?

Chu Lingxuan's handsome appearance doesn't need to show off too much, a glance can instantly kill the audience.

Song Xiaoya was shopping, and Mu Jiming, who was behind her, already had more than a dozen large paper bags in his hands.

He walked to the front desk, put down a dozen bags, took a pen and a piece of paper, wrote down Song Xiaoya's address, and said to the beautiful shopping guide lady, "You will send these clothes to this address later."

The beauty shopping guide looked at Mu Jiming at close range, blushing so handsome that he stuttered.

"Okay, okay, I, I will definitely send it, here."

"Thank you." Mu Jiming said.

The beauty felt her heart was about to burst out.

Seeing that he was so smart, Song Xiaoya immediately bought two more skirts, threw them over and said, "Take these back together."

"Are you going to kill today?" Mu Jiming said.

"That's right, it feels really good to spend my husband's money." Song Xiaoya said with a sense of accomplishment.

Mu Jiming smiled evilly.

There was a commotion behind him.

Chu Lingxuan walked in, followed by a large group of women and reporters.

Standing in front of the crowd, he said majestically, "You can spend your husband's money as you like."

These words made the nympho women behind him scream.

Commander Chu is really handsome.

"Brother Chu?" Song Xiaoya turned her head, looked at him unexpectedly, and then laughed, "How do you know I'm here?"

"What do you think?" Chu Lingxuan smiled, walked over, passed Mu Jiming, held Song Xiaoya's hand, stood in front of Mu Jiming, and looked at him in protest.

Three people, this picture hides murderous intent!
The reporters outside the door kept taking pictures, but they didn't dare to go too far and rush in for interviews.

Although they really want to.

Song Xiaoya looked at the two of them, and said a little funny: "Isn't it? It's not necessary."

Not to be outdone, Mu Jiming looked at Chu Lingxuan, both of them had playful eyes.

Song Xiaoya looked at the two of them, then turned around and continued to choose clothes, she said quietly: "Will you fall in love with each other if you look at it like this?"

Chu Lingxuan and Mu Jiming looked away at the same time.

Song Xiaoya chose two clothes before saying, "It's rare for everyone to meet, let's have a cup of coffee together."

Song Xiaoya looked at the two of them as if deliberately provoking trouble.

She actually hoped that their relationship could be better.

After all, Mu Jiming is Ozawa's biological father.

It's always like this, how can I do it?
If you want to have a good relationship, start now.

"Okay." Mu Jiming replied.

Chu Lingxuan said indifferently, "I am willing to accompany you."

After Song Xiaoya swiped her card, the three of them went to a coffee shop together.

Reporters and everything were blocked at the door.

But there were still people who climbed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows to take pictures.

In the private seat in the corner, Song Xiaoya and Chu Lingxuan sat aside, facing Mu Jiming.

Chu Lingxuan's sitting posture is very powerful, very straight, and looks very domineering.

Mu Jiming is a businessman, knocking Erlang's legs, with his arrogance.

Song Xiaoya looked at the two men and felt very interesting in her heart.

Brother Chu is jealous?

The three of them didn't speak, just remained silent.

Song Xiaoya was not as calm as they were, and said, "Mu Jiming, how do you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Alone." Mu Jiming said.

"Aren't you going home?" Song Xiaoya asked.

"No." Mu Jiming replied, "I haven't been home for many years."

"Oh?" Song Xiaoya turned her head to look at Chu Lingxuan, and asked, "Brother Chu, what arrangements do we have for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Dining at home." Chu Lingxuan said.

"What about that night, is there any other program?" Song Xiaoya asked.

Chu Lingxuan shook his head and asked, "What program do you want?"

"I think if there is nothing else to do after dinner, we can go outside to have a barbecue and enjoy the moon. If Qin Shu is living alone, call him, your friends, and him." Song Xiaoya pointed Mu Jiming.

Chu Lingxuan looked at her and knew that she made a big circle, just to let Mu Jiming enter the room.

Mu Jiming looked at Song Xiaoya gratefully.

He looked at Chu Lingxuan questioningly.

If there is a chance to get along with Ozawa, he is willing to lower his stature.

Chu Lingxuan looked at Mu Jiming, struggling a little.

Song Xiaoya hugged his arm, shook it coquettishly, and said, "Are you okay?"

Chu Lingxuan couldn't refuse any of her requests at all, touched her face with his big hand, and agreed: "Okay, but, we have to go back to our house to do it."

His father should not be able to accept Mu Jiming now.

"Yeah." Song Xiaoya nodded, looked at Mu Jiming, and said, "Remember to come on Mid-Autumn Festival night, Ozawa will come too."

"Okay." Mu Jiming nodded, looked at Chu Lingxuan, and said, "Thank you."

Chu Lingxuan let out a sigh of relief, he was still a little bit blocked to accept him.

But Ozawa is his son, this is an indisputable fact.

If he hinders, so what?

Song Xiaoya was also very happy to see their relationship getting closer.

However, the two men were also quite awkward. In the end, they didn't talk about anything. They sat down for a while and then separated.

Song Xiaoya took Chu Lingxuan to continue shopping.

The husband and wife walked together, and Song Xiaoya was walking beside Chu Lingxuan in flat shoes, just like his daughter.

Along the way, reporters did not take too many shots.

All the cutest height differences come out.

Going back at night, Song Xiaoya scrolled through Weibo, rolling her eyes all the time.

Try on and try on the clothes you bought today.

Put on a variety of feminine shapes.

"Brother Chu, do you look good?" Song Xiaoya posed in a sexy pose, wearing a black high-cut long skirt.

"It looks good." Chu Lingxuan's eyes were a little dizzy, because it was already tonight, and she had asked No.60 seven times.

"Then you're looking at me wearing this." Song Xiaoya immediately went to change again.

Chu Lingxuan sat on the edge of the bed and took the opportunity to press the center of his eyebrows.

The target is not so dazzling.

Song Xiaoya ran out again after a while, and asked, "Does it look good?"

"it is good."

Song Xiaoya held a few dresses and asked, "Then which one do I look better in?"

Chu Lingxuan frowned, he had completely forgotten about it.

He casually pointed to one and said, "This one."

Song Xiaoya took a look at the dress he was pointing at.

He said dissatisfied: "Our vision is so different. I think this one is the simplest and the ugliest."

Chu Lingxuan couldn't help rolling his eyes, and muttered, "Why do you ask me if you have the answer yourself?"

Song Xiaoya's ears were very sharp, and she squinted and asked, "You're so impatient, why are you bored with me?"

"Not at all, but can you stop trying it on? I'm a little dizzy." Chu Lingxuan said.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaoya touched his forehead as she spoke.

"Well, a little bit." Chu Lingxuan said, hugged her, and fell back.

"Ah!" Song Xiaoya leaned forward and landed on his chest.

He rolled over and put her under him.

"I'm not feeling well all over, you need to make me feel better." Chu Lingxuan suddenly smirked.

"Oh, brother Chu, you're playing a hooligan." Song Xiaoya pushed him shyly, but laughed cheerfully.

"I'm only playing hooligans with you alone." Chu Lingxuan said.

"I like it when you play hooligans on me." Song Xiaoya said.

"How much do you like me playing hooligans on you?"

Chu Lingxuan and Song Xiaoya seem to like the word hooligan.

Song Xiaoya smiled and said, "I really like you playing hooligans."

"Are you playing hooligans like this?" Chu Lingxuan asked, touching her thigh with his hand.

"Um……"

"Xiaoya." Chu Lingxuan suddenly called her seriously, and the breath he exhaled hit her in the face.

"Huh? Husband." Song Xiaoya called out in a good mood.

Chu Lingxuan seemed to be ignited immediately.

He likes to hear her call his husband very much, but she usually calls too little.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, entangled with her wildly.

New clothes all over the place were ignored.

The two tossed and turned on the bed.

This night, the incomparable passion.

Two days later, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Early in the morning, Song Xiaoya followed Chu Lingxuan to the Chu family courtyard.

As soon as Mu Zeyu saw them, he ran over happily.

And Chu Chengyi also came.

When Chu Chengyi saw them, the cool young man smiled.

Greeted: "Second Uncle, Second Aunt."

"Mummy Xiaoya!" Mu Zeyu immediately hugged Song Xiaoya, pulled her aside, pointed to the boxes of beautifully packaged mooncakes on the table and said, "These are the things my grandfather and I went to play games to win." I'm back."

"Is Ozawa so good? Has he won so much?" Song Xiaoya said unexpectedly, that day she saw someone engaged in an event and hadn't cleared the level after playing for a long time. It's amazing that he could win so much.

"Yeah, grandpa is not as good as me. Grandpa won this small box, and the others are mine." Mu Zeyu said proudly.

"Xiao Ze is so amazing." Song Xiaoya said, squatting down and kissing him. "Ozawa is so cute."

He is the miniature version of Mu Jiming, young but handsome.

Mu Zeyu touched his face, and said shyly, "Mum, you kissed me, are you responsible for me?"

"Xiao Ze, you are such a big kid, who taught you?" Song Xiaoya asked.

Mu Zeyu giggled and said: "I don't know, maybe I was born with it, and my daddy may be a big carrot, so I inherited his pick-up skills, but Mommy, I must be dedicated and never play hard. "

Song Xiaoya laughed and hugged the little guy.

"Ozawa, you are so cute, how do you know that your daddy is a big carrot?"

"I guess, if he is a dedicated man, how could he not know where I am?" Mu Zeyu said as a matter of course.

"Haha, you're so funny." Song Xiaoya laughed.