Ling Zihuan was shocked by his cold sight for a moment.

But at the thought of him calling someone Qiao Mei, it felt like someone pinched her, especially uncomfortable.

Ling Zihuan's face was pinched and he bit the lower lip. He muttered angrily: "weak chicken..."

Qiao Mu

Grass, skull pain!

Ling Zihuan is not happy. He calls someone else Qiao Mei, but he calls her "xiaozizi.".

Qiao Mu would hold her face. He didn't dare to exert himself. It was soft and felt very good.

But this little girl is really too naughty, he wants to lay a heavy hand, and afraid to hurt her.

Just a few seconds later, Ling Zihuan shrunk his mouth, a little aggrieved, reached out and patted his paw, "second uncle, it hurts..."

"It's killing you!" Having said that, Qiao Mu let go.

Ling Zihuan stood at the small desk, watching Qiao Mu go back to the sofa and pick up the mobile phone. Her big eyes flashed and she said carefully: "uncle, are you angry?"

“……”

Silence, silence!

Ling Zihuan is a little flustered.

She bumped to Qiao Mu's side, saw him withdraw his game page, blinked, "second uncle, you don't play?"

Qiao Mu still didn't speak.

She was very anxious. She scratched her face and felt very upset.

No matter how angry he was, he would never ignore her.

How angry are you today?

Ling Zihuan came to him and called softly, "second uncle ~"

Qiao Mu folded his legs and turned around. He didn't look at her and didn't say a word, just like an awkward child.

"Second uncle ~" Ling Zihuan stretched out his hand to pull the skirt of his nightgown and shook, "don't be angry, I didn't mean to say you are weak chicken."

Qiao Mu

Ling Zihuan continued: "you are not weak chicken, not weak at all."

However, Qiao mu, as if settled, not only did not speak, but with a mobile phone, did not hesitate to open the international air ticket purchase page.

He's holding his cell phone in one hand, swiping the screen, watching the return flight.

Ling Zihuan blinks his big eyes. When he sees that he wants to buy a ticket, he is flustered.

She stamped her feet and tugged at his clothes. "Second uncle, why do you look at the air tickets? Don't you say it will be a week before you leave?"

Qiao Mu ignored, thumb has already opened the seven o'clock U.S. time flight to return home in the morning, it's about to click the reservation.

Ling Zihuan is in a hurry and doesn't want to let the second uncle go!

She pounced on him and was about to grab his cell phone. Her voice trembled. "I won't let you go."

Qiao Mu didn't expect that the little girl would come suddenly. She threw herself on the sofa without checking, and her mobile phone also fell to the ground.

He catches Ling Zihuan, afraid that she is too impulsive to bump into the coffee table. As soon as he holds her shoulder, the little girl beats her on his chest, choking: "uncle, you cheat, you say you will always accompany me!"

Seeing that Ling Zihuan was about to cry, Qiao Mu couldn't put on any more.

This mother originally wanted to pretend to frighten her deeply, how to make her cry!

Qiaomu hurriedly supported her, very angry, angry that he made her sad.

"Why are you crying? Good, don't cry, second uncle won't go! "

Ling Zi Huan red eyes, staring at Qiao Mu three seconds later, a tear bead fell down.

It hurts him.

Qiao Mu sat up and held her in his arms. He put his arm around her waist and wiped her tears with his hand. "Don't cry, don't cry, second uncle won't go."

Ling Zihuan sat on his leg like a little doll, sniffed, glared at him, and asked: "then... Do you still play games with Qiao Mei?"

Qiao Mu holds her face and answers like a stream: "don't play, I will only play with you in the future, no matter how you play."

He doesn't play games to fit into her world