Chapter 257

The wolf opened his mouth and did not move.

Just wait for the white rabbit to jump, jump, jump to the wolf's mouth unconsciously.

Big wolf, whoa.

Tragedy.

Zikun had a storm in his head, but his eyes were wet. Oh, his poor granddaughter.

But actually.

It's ziqianmo. He takes a bite of the apple cut into a rabbit and bites off his ears. His cute cheek is like a hamster, crunching and eating.

She likes apples.

One every day.

In the past, it was bunny that sharpened her every day. Later, for more than ten days, Mo Yan stayed in the MoChen pavilion every day, watching her practice sword and having nothing to do. Mo Yan learned this skill from bunny.

Since then, the great task of Apple cutting has fallen on Mo Dayan's children's shoes.

Bunny once protested, but he was beaten by Mo Dayan and ran to the foot of the wall to draw a circle.

"Any more?" Seeing that she had finished eating, Mo Yan asked, his voice was as low and sweet as Guqin string.

Zikun clenched his fist.

The sound of foul!

Damn it!

Even with the gentle attack of rabbit and apple, there is still the temptation of sound!

Zikun himself is a piano player, majoring in music. He is more sensitive to sound than ordinary people. That's why I feel more and more that Mo Yan's man is a big killer!

"Well, no more." The apple in ziqianmo's mouth hasn't been swallowed yet, and his speech is a little unclear.

Mo Yan nodded, just thought the little guy was so cute.

It's lovely to eat, lovely to speak, and even the syllables that come out of unconsciousness are irritating.

Of course, if she doesn't like rosefinch, it's more lovely.

Zikun was fed a big mouthful of dog food, which made it explode.

And showed an old father like helpless and bitter smile: what can he do? He's desperate, too! Big wolf is not others, is omnipotent president adult!

Mo Yan picked another apple.

It's ugly.

The apple is crooked with spots and pits on it.

There was a bang.

Mo Yan put the silver plate with the ugly apple on the short table in front of zikun, and said in a meaningful way: "don't you try it?"

Zikun stares at the ugly Lai apple without peeling

Should the differential treatment be so big.

At least he is an old man.

What you like is my granddaughter. Don't you know how to be filial to me? At least it's a matter of appearance.

"No, it's not necessary." Zikun's forehead was sweating.

The experience of working with him for many years tells him that the president's mood is not very beautiful. He has to make a bad move and enlarge it.

Mo Yanfeng's eyes were deep and sank slightly. The corners of her lips raised a radian slightly. Her abdomen was very dark. She said in a very low voice that only two people could hear: "does grandfather really not eat one?"

Ziqianmo is the cultivation of Shangjing the day after tomorrow.

He and zikun are both in the period of Zifu, which is higher than ziqianmo's two big realms, not a small realm. Mo Yan and zikun talk, don't want to let ziqianmo hear, that is easy.

Hearing the name of "grandfather", zikun was shocked, and his pupils suddenly widened. He stared at Moyan in disbelief: "president, you --"

This is a straight shot!

Grandpa called it out!

"Yes, that's what you think." Mo Yan's eyes are deep and terrible, and the radian of his lips deepens.

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