Chapter 129

Ni Yajun nodded: "I see."

"Are you rich?" Linglie wipes his mouth with a napkin. With deep pupils, he glimpses Ni Yajun. With a joking arc around his mouth, he says: "your credit card should be stopped, right? The money in the bank card is just enough for you to open the shop, or you have borrowed from your family and have to pay back the money with interest, right? "

Ni Yajun's eyes widened and stared at him incredulously: "what did my grandfather tell you?"

While questioning, Ni Yajun thought: it's impossible. Grandpa will not contact linglie in private. Linglie's news can only be known through zhuoran's reporting back.

With a sigh, linglie looked at him like an idiot and said, "don't tell me, your brother has brains!"

Ni Yajun's cheeks were red, but only his head was happy.

And Mu Tianxing is quietly observing. She finds that linglie talks to Ni Yajun one by one, but Ni Yajun hasn't even uttered a word of "brother"!

It can be seen that last night in her dream, linglie had to say "your brother and I" many times before she could practice so well today.

Last night in his dream, Ni Yajun didn't expect to call linglie "elder brother" this morning, so he didn't call it "export" at all!

Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she wiped her lips with a napkin to show that she was full.

Qu Shiwen immediately came forward and removed this table.

Linglie took Mu Tianxing's little hand again, grasped it in his palm, and looked at her: "are you staying at home today, or are you going to the harem with me, or are you going to follow Yajun?"

As soon as the little ear is up, Mu Tianxing squints and smiles.

She found that today linglie was in a very good mood, and her name was Ni Yajun.

"I'll go with brother Yajun! I am familiar with m City, and I am complementary to Zhuo Ran's character. Maybe I can help him! "

"Good!"

A word, a male voice quickly sharp, floating in the air, it is really a little jealous.

A golden credit card appeared in front of Ni Yajun like this. He reached out to catch it, but found that linglie, like a cat, took the gold card and walked around in front of him. Finally, he put it into Mu Tianxing's hand.

Ni Yajun said plaintively, "you are not playing with me!"

First ask him if he has no money, then take out the card, hang around in front of him, and finally get into someone else's pocket!

What is it called!

Mu Tianxing saw that their brothers' feelings had eased a lot, and linglie was waiting for him, so he quickly presented the gold card with his hands: "brother Yajun, here you are!"

Naturally, Ni Yajun did not dare to take it.

Besides, a man who takes the card from a woman's hand will lose more!

Linglie raised his hand and shaved on the tip of Mu Tianxing's nose. He doted on her and looked at her helplessly: "have you ever thought that we are going to be engaged soon, you call me uncle, and then call him brother Yajun. Is the seniority in disorder?"

When the little girl heard the words, she smiled and said to him, "who let your old cow eat the tender grass?"

"I don't think I've eaten you yet?"

"Why not! Already kissed! "

Mu Tianxing frowned and blurted out. Then he saw Ling lie, smiling like a fox, staring at her.

Feeling that she was cheated again, she angrily threw the card into his arms and said, "take it away!"

Linglie didn't care. He took the card and smiled: "well, money is like dirt. It's like a husband!"

Little girl is in a hurry again. It's just that Ni Yajun's cell phone rings.

He took out a look, clicked, and found that it was a message from the Homegroup.

Suddenly, Ni Yajun's face was not right.

Linglie was the first one to find out that he was aiming at himself, and then he looked at the past quietly: "what's the matter?"

That look is the same as last night when he pushed his wheelchair to approach him and asked who his biological mother was!

Cold!

Ni Yajun knew that his brother, turning his face, would be the same as turning the sky book.

He was not convinced, but he could not resist the murderous gas from the powerful atmosphere of the other party. He waved his cell phone to linglie and said with a smile, "your mother sent me a message. I haven't read it yet."

Ni Yajun said that, in fact, it was also intended to test.

He wanted to know if linglie really didn't hate Yueya at all.

Because such a thing happens to any poor child, it will be hated.

Even if you don't hate, there is resentment!

However, linglie is just a Zheng all over her body, as if she has been acupointd, and she doesn't move.

Mu Tianxing and Ni Yajun look at him one after another. There is no cold murderous air in his eyes, and there is no such unfathomable depth. His eyes, a little bit shallow, seem to be a bright moon in the sky, shining with the bright and gentle light.

Such eyes, let Ni Yajun heart a pain!

Mu Tianxing also wants to cry, but he bears it. He looks at Ni Yajun and says, "brother Yajun, what did Mrs. Yueya say? Can we have a look?"

She was half coquettish and pleading, which made Ni Yajun not know how to refuse.

His throat moved, because his throat was sour, and he saw linglie like this, even his nose was really sour: "she, my aunt, she sends voice."

Finish speaking, but see Ling lie's eyes again bright!

It's easy to see that linglie is so eager to hear her mother's voice!

Ni Yajun didn't wait for mu Tianxing to ask, he put his mobile phone on the table.

Everyone watched Ni Yajun's action. They all held their breath and concentrated. They dare not make one out of the atmosphere so as to make linglie listen to his mother's voice.

Pianist's white fingertips light up the microphone in the message flexibly, and also light up the linglie heaven.

"Yajun, I have designed a pair of wedding rings myself. I just don't know the ring size of the two children. Can you help me explore it? Tianxing that child likes blue, do you know Xiaolie, do you have a special favorite color of jewelry? "

Very gentle, very sweet, very gentle, and sounds very young voice, is the voice of the crescent lady!

Satisfy all children's fantasies about their mothers.

Nature also satisfied Ling lie!

Ni Yajun takes back his mobile phone, looks at Ling lie, and says, "well, can you extend your ring finger of your left hand, I'll measure it for you."

Mu Tianxing is still in shock. Mrs. Yueya loves her uncle so much and wants to design wedding rings for her children. If you don't love, why do you spend such thoughts?

Taking a deep breath, he dispelled the bitterness in his heart, and Mu Tianxing turned to look at Ling lie: "uncle? Do you want to measure it? "

Linglie was just a moment ago when the whole person was back to his mind. The lipstick of the imperial color outlined the unknown joy: "Mom will make me a ring?"