Chapter 1964: Is This .. Her Son? Ten

Fan Yu asked her a few questions, did you guess something?

Would she like to say ...

Suddenly, a hot gaze stayed on her.

She couldn't even make dumplings.

Subconsciously looking up, Fan Yu didn't hide her gaze and caught off guard.

Qiao Yuanfei's heart missed a beat.

"what happened?"

Fan Yu stepped forward, stood behind her, and looked down at the ingredients in front of her.

A few glances were fine.

Glancing again at Qiao Yuanfei who was squinting.

Qiao Yuanfei was stiff because of his sudden approach.

Wanting to say that she was all right, Fan Yu's arms had passed through the sides of her waist, picked up the ingredients in front of her and asked her.

"This is a calla?"

"Ok."

Qiao Yuanfei nodded, his head was already empty.

The distance between the two was too close, and between her noses, there was a hint of mint on his body.

And their posture now looks like he is hugging from behind ...

Intimate, like a young couple, studying how to cook in the kitchen.

The culprit seemed to feel nothing, and picked up a carrot and asked her.

"Can I take a slice?"

"can."

Qiao Yuanfei must answer questions.

It's a completely instinctive reaction.

The brain can no longer think.

If she can still think, maybe she will find out how such simple common sense, Fan Yu might not know.

He was just stinging her on purpose.

Look at her helpless ...

In the moist eyes, the smile was full.

Very satisfied with her influence on her.

Seeing that she was stunned, and finally took the initiative to roll up her sleeves to help.

Under the guidance of Qiao Yuanfei, after trying to make two ugly dumplings, he gave up decisively.

With one hand on the table, the body leaned slightly against the edge of the table.

Gently looked at Qiao Yuanfei who was making dumplings for him.

Exhale like charm.

"So lovely."

"..." Qiao Yuanfei looked up at him blankly.

The evil smirk evoked in the corner of his mouth, and his thin lips slightly opened.

"I say dumplings."

Qiao Yuanfei: "..."

He had better stop talking.

Otherwise she couldn't help but plug his mouth with raw dumplings!

Qiao Yuanfei usually makes dumplings very quickly, but today there is Fan Yu, dozens of dumplings, and bagged for several hours.

By the time they came out of the kitchen, Fanfan and Xiaoliu Liu were asleep.

Qiao Yuanfei originally wanted to go upstairs to see the two children, but he was worried that Fan Yu could see it, hesitated for a few seconds, and picked up his bag to leave.

She's a little confused now.

Many things need to go back and ask clearly.

When she walked to the door, she saw the figure of Fan Yu Junyi, already standing upright against the moonlight.

He had long, articulate fingers and was carrying a bunch of car keys.

Seeing her come out, her lips opened slightly.

"It's getting late, I'll send you back."

"I drove myself ..."

Qiao Yuanfei just spoke, and immediately noticed that the car she had parked in the courtyard seemed to be gone.

At the time of her bunting, Fan Yu had one hand in her trouser pocket and walked in front of her.

"Butler told me just now that a car had a flat tire. He has already taken it to the repair shop. Is it your car?"

Qiao Yuanfei: "..."

Fan Yu glanced at the watch on her hand and raised an eyebrow.

"It's getting late, now you're going out to take a taxi. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time to come with me."

After that, he took the lead in turning to his sports car.

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