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Chapter 368

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The sago tree is in bloom.

Tong Tong reached out to Song Yaoyao. "Sister Yaoyao, give me a hug ~"

Xiao Ye, who no one cared about, was placed on the shoe rack by Huo Yunque.

The shoe cabinet at the entrance was very tall, at least 1.5 meters tall.

Xiao Ye glanced down and pouted. He was so angry that his eyes turned red.

Tong Tong, who was doted on, held the gift in his arms. Mu Jing pretended to sigh sadly. "Alas, am I not Tong Tong's favorite person? Tongtong used to like it when Uncle Mu carried you! "

"No, no! Tongtong likes Uncle Mu very much too! "

Tong Tong quickly shook her head and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "It's just that, compared to Sister Yaoyao, it's just a little bit worse. Really, just a little bit better." She pinched her fingers together.

Mu Jing: "… Even sadder."

He might as well not explain.

"Pfft —" Lin Shuang couldn't help laughing.

She looked at her poor son and shook her head. She felt sorry for him and found it funny.

"Don't be sad. Tong Tong likes Uncle Mu!"

"Then …" Mu Jing moved his face closer. "Tong Tong, kiss Uncle Mu, and Uncle Mu will get better."

Huo Yunque smiled disdainfully and calmly walked inside.

Tong Tong frowned. "But Daddy said —"

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure rushed out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

"Mu Jing! If you f * cking lead my daughter astray, I'll cripple you! "

Yi Ting, who was usually swift and decisive, was wearing an apron and casual clothes. He looked peaceful and harmless.

She didn't look like Song Yaoyao at all when she saw her last time in the Song family.

She followed closely behind Huo Yunque, tugged at his sleeves and asked softly, "Big brother, does Mister Yi have a twin brother?"

"Hmm?"

Huo Yunque was surprised and looked back in amusement. When he saw Song Yaoyao's expression, he immediately understood.

He couldn't help but laugh. It was rare for him to have a bad taste. He said to her, "You can go and ask."

"I …"

Song Yaoyao suddenly realized that she was being silly again!

Yi Ting could have twin brothers, but could he marry an identical wife and give birth to a pair of identical twins?

She blushed and glared at Huo Yunque. "Brother, you're teasing me again! So annoying! "

"Aiyo ~ Brother, you're so annoying ~"

Mu Jing smiled and came over. She clenched her fist and pretentiously punched Huo Yunque's shoulder. She pinched her throat shyly.

Song Yaoyao's head buzzed, and her face turned even redder.

She quickly left Huo Yunque's side and ran toward Tong Tong Xiao Ye without looking back. "Brother, I'm going to play with Tong Tong Xiao Ye!"

Huo Yunque was calm and collected. He reached out and flicked the non-existent dust off his shoulder.

His temperament was refined and elegant.

He said expressionlessly, "You're disgusting."

"Huo!"

Mu Jing was crazy with joy. He laughed and fell on the sofa. He pointed at Huo Yunque and said, "I'm disgusting. You're still hypocritical! You should really let that little girlfriend of yours see your poisonous tongue! "

He looked more like a human than anyone else, but what was hidden under this skin? Even they, who grew up together, couldn't see clearly.

Huo Yunque's thin lips curved slightly as he played with the glass of water.

"She won't mind."

Mu Jing was stunned. It took him a few seconds to realize what Huo Yunque was referring to.

"F * ck!"

He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and shouted, "Old Yi, come here quickly! Let's see if our Master Huo has been possessed by something!! "

Is he admitting it?

He even learned to show off his love?

F * ck, the iron tree is blooming!

So flirtatious!

(End of Chapter)

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