Unexpectedly, hearing her fierce tone, Tian Junhao smiled and whispered in An Ying's ear:
"Baby, you are so cute like a shrew. Do you want to give me your meat when you go back? So now let me add some vegetables. Okay, that's all up to you."
An Ying's face turned red, how come this guy could think of that incident with everything he said.
So, he quickly changed roles again, lowered his eyebrows submissively, took a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth, and at the same time said naughtily: "Hao, be good, there is meat to eat."
"Bingyu, hurry up and feed me meat." Hua Shen protested dissatisfied.[
Bingyu kicked him under the table, but she was so disgusted that she couldn't eat anymore, so she stopped learning.
The calmest Nightingale smiled leisurely at the two of them: "It's even more disgusting to imitate others."
Bingyu glared at her, "Stinky nightingale, your skin is itchy."
He actually compared her to an ugly monster like Dong Shi.
Hua Shen snorted, "I just can't stand it. No, I'll pick up a girl tomorrow and act coquettishly."
At this meal, only the Lord of Heaven is happy and everyone vomits.
At this moment, he was comfortably crossing his legs, smoking a cigarette, and lying on the sofa to take a nap.
An Ying occupied his computer, the keyboard clicked, and she didn't know what she was tinkering with, giggling from time to time.
"Baby, what are you doing?" He couldn't help but asked casually.
"Read novels."
An Ying's eyes were scanning for ten lines, and she found a hilarious online novel, uh, it was called "The Hilarious Baby's Dark Daddy: The Prodigal Girl Goes Rampant", and she was so happy.
The baby inside felt so weird, especially when he pointed at some little demons and said, "Turn you into a pig, transform! Transform! Transform!" She almost fell down on the table with laughter.
Tian Junhao continued to lie down and smoke enjoyingly. Out of boredom, he took out his mobile phone and entered An Ying's home to weed her magic garden.
His eyes fell on her updated mood last night,
"Girls, don't develop the bad habit of crying. Be strong. Even if you go wandering, it's better than being a nuisance here...",
His face darkened and he cleared his throat, "Baby, come here!"
An Ying was so fascinated that she didn't hear that his voice had changed, so she replied casually: "Wait a minute."