The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Mrs. Wang looked very relieved, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

Rubbing his hands together, he pushed the dim sum forward, "Try it."

Bai Xiran couldn't be unwilling, looking at the exquisite and familiar snacks, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, it melted softly in the mouth, and the sweet fragrance overflowed.

She rolled her eyes, "It's sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Yes, yes, it is my wife's favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Aunt Wang rubbed her eyes, "If I like it, I'll make some more."

Bai Xiran was about to nod when he heard the words, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought of something, and the expression on his small face suddenly sank.

Sighing softly, "Sister-in-law Wang, I'm not my wife anymore. Also, don't let Xiaobao know."

"But young master...Young master really likes you. I can see that since Mr. took him back, he has always had that temperament. He treats women exactly the same as Mr. He has never pretended to be serious. "

Xiaobao treats her well, of course she knows.

Bai Xiran shook his head, just in time to see that cute little guy coming down the stairs.

Mo Xiaobao went up and changed into comfortable clothes, wearing his favorite bear slippers under his feet, rolled his black and white eyeballs, and ran over quickly.

Mrs. Wang was still persuading in a low voice.

"Think about it, don't leave when you come back this time... Sir, I miss you so much, and the young master also has a mother."

When the little guy heard it, he leaned over happily.

At this moment, she was elated, but her little face was still slightly flushed, and then she climbed to Bai Xiran's side and sat down, and said crisply: "Ranran hasn't agreed yet, Grandma Wang can't talk nonsense."

He was still a little embarrassed.

But her heart had already blossomed, and a pair of jet-black eyes were staring at Bai Xiran, sticking directly to her side.

Bai Xiran took advantage of the opportunity to help him straighten the clothes he had put on in a hurry, and tidy up the broken hair on his forehead.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Wang felt very relieved, and nodded tactfully, "Okay, don't say it...don't say it now."

She packed up her things and went back to the kitchen. The servant came over with cut fruits, and immediately saw the little guy who was tired of sitting on the sofa.

Mo Xiaobao has no taboos in his own home. While watching his favorite TV, he almost huddled in Bai Xiran's arms, always greasy and reluctant to leave her for half a step.

"Master, the fruit is here."

"Hmm! Ranran, what kind of fruit do you like to eat? There are all of them!"

He made a gesture to take it, but Bai Xiran directly forked a piece into his mouth with a small fork, and said with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

"Hehe, Ranran feeds Xiaobao the sweetest person in the world!"

The servant hadn't gone far, and was shocked when he heard this.

After leaving the living room, he pulled the person next to him at the corner, "Did you hear that? The young master's attitude towards that woman is too good!"

"I found out last time, pity those of us who have taken care of the young master since we were young, and thought he was not good to girls, but this man... the young master is so good in front of her!"

"Ah ah ah envy jealous hate."

"I hope she comes every day, at least our little devil master can calm down..."

Servants A, B, and C looked at each other in blank dismay: That makes sense!
Not far away, Mrs. Wang was still busy in the kitchen.

She was the only old man left in the house, so she naturally didn't take these remarks to heart.

In fact, at this moment, the corners of Mrs. Wang's mouth were always raised, and she seemed to be more cheerful even in her busy movements.

Others don't know, but how can she not know.

What other woman does the young master like? It's clearly Mrs. Mo, his mom!