Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

"Thorn, thorn--" The eyes met, as if there was a crackling sound.

The two sides did not show weakness and looked at each other quietly.

Mu Nansheng, who has been paying attention to the situation here, felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and poked Gu Jingchen's arm.

"Husband, do you feel so oppressed? It's strange."

Gu Jingchen's eyes flashed with a smile, as if he understood something.

Seeing the curious eyes of his little wife, Gu Jingchen just put his arms around Mu Nansheng's waist, "Well, oh."

Mu Nansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What does this mean, it seems like it told me something but didn't seem to say anything."

"Good, take a good look."

Mu Nansheng didn't understand what medicine Gu Jingchen sold in the gourd, so he simply didn't ask.

Anyway, compared to this question, it is still the most important thing to watch the play.

Gu Jingchen weighed Nanzai in his arms, relieved his stiff arms, and lowered his eyes, thinking about something.

They are all men. Gu Jingchen, my brother-in-law, can probably guess what he thinks.

My brother-in-law is probably going to fall into it.

However, my brother-in-law may have encountered an opponent.

The corners of Gu Jingchen's mouth rose slightly, and he continued to watch with all his leisure.

Lin still felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he stepped forward and tugged Mu Qingmo's sleeve, "Brother Qingmo, Brother Qingmo."

"Why?" Mu Qingmo's voice softened, as if the cold handsome man just now *wasn't him.

Pointing to the hand that was still holding, Lin still reminded gently, "You have been holding it for a long time."

Suddenly returning to his senses, Mu Qingmo immediately let go of his hand and looked at his hand with disgust.

Compared with Mu Qingmo's blatant disgust, Pan Yijing was a lot more gentleman, but he just took back the hand that Mu Qingmo threw away at will.

"Oh." Lin still tugged at Mu Qingmo's sleeve, motioned him to pay attention, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Qingmo is just like that."

Gentleman Pan Yijing smiled, "It's okay."

Now it was Mu Qingmo's turn to be upset.

Mu Qingmo patted Lin Yiran's head, "Why are you apologizing for me, I didn't do anything wrong."

Lin still snapped off Mu Qingmo's hand with a snap, and looked at Mu Qingmo calmly with a trace of reproach in his eyes.

It was the first time that Mu Qingmo saw the always well-behaved little girl lose her temper with herself, and Mu Qingmo was delighted and lowered her head actively, "It's okay, it's my fault, it's my fault."

As he said that, Mu Qing Mo smiled stubbornly and gently scratched Lin Yi's nose.

Lin Yan's expression softened only then, and he let Mu Qingmo play around.

Mu Nansheng, who had witnessed all this, opened his mouth and looked at Mu Qingmo with a face of surprise.

Is this Mu Qingmo who can take the initiative to bow his head and apologize, or is it his own unruly brother?

At this moment, Mu Nansheng was very hopeless.

Yes, it is sour.

Thinking about it carefully, his own elder brother liked to bully him tirelessly since he was a child. Only when his grandfather and father reprimanded him for making him cry, would Mu Qingmo apologize to himself and coax him.

With a woman's sixth sense, Mu Nansheng felt that his brother still had something to do with him.

Seeing Mu Qingmo and Lin still fighting, Pan Yijing said with a smile, "I really envy Mr. Mu for being so close to Miss Lin."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people present all turned to Mu Qingmo and Lin Yiran.

Lin still felt a little flustered, and quickly stepped back, keeping a suitable distance from Mu Qingmo.

Seeing Lin still keep a distance from him, Mu Qingmo's face with a smirk slowly turned gloomy, and the corners of his mouth collapsed into a straight line.

damn it.

It's all to blame for this Pan Yijing's talkativeness. Now that's all right, it scares Lin Yijing.

Glancing at Pan Yijing fiercely, Mu Qingmo remained silent.

After successfully separating them, Pan Yijing blinked innocently, proving that he did nothing.