Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

The uncle raised chickens at home, and the roosters began to crow when the sky was still dark. Sleeping on a mattress that has been carefully taken care of is still different from that in the haystack, and it is very comfortable to sleep on.

The aunt also brought her and uncle's clothes and asked them to change them. Mu Xiaoyan was about the same size as the aunt, so it fit her better.Huangfu Xijue is taller and stronger than his uncle, so he will appear smaller.

Not long after they woke up, the uncle cooked a meal. It was just simple porridge and some fried pancakes. It was still delicious, and Mu Xiaoyan ate a lot.Huangfu Xijue, who had experienced the hard life in the wild these days, was no longer so pretentious, and he was full.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Mu Xiaoyan just walked out of the room and saw that the uncle was holding a big basket, and was drying things one after another on a big flat basket.

The uncle continued to do his work there, without looking back at her, he just said coldly: "You don't need to worry about things here, you can go back."

Hearing his uncle's cold attitude, Mu Xiaoyan couldn't talk to him anymore, but she still felt a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head and went back to the house silently.

But she can see clearly what's in the basket, it's some freshly picked fresh mushrooms, there are actually a lot of them in this place, she and Xijue Huangfu also saw a lot of them when they passed by, but they couldn't eat them when they saw them For things, if they are not cleaned properly, it will be unpalatable if they are heated directly without discretion.

Back in the house, the aunt sat in front of the table, and the white sketch paper was spread on the table, and she drew on it lightly with a pen.

Uncle and aunt give her a feeling that they love each other very much, and aunt is a little woman who enjoys pampering.

Mu Xiaoyan walked around the room by herself but didn't find Huangfu Xijue, so she didn't know where he went.

"Xiaoyan, come and see." Auntie picked up a painting she had drawn and showed it in front of Mu Xiaoyan. "looks good?"

Mu Xiaoyan took the picture drawn by her aunt, held it in her hand and looked at it carefully. She always felt that the face on the picture was somewhat similar to someone she had seen before, but the person on this picture was obviously uncle: " Auntie, you draw you beautifully."

On a piece of sketch paper, my aunt drew a very vivid comic sketch character on it with a black signature pen. The uncle in the painting was frying rice, steam was rising from the pot, and sweat dripped on his temples.

"It's not that my paintings are good-looking, it's that he is good-looking." Auntie looked obsessively at the completed painting in her hand, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Years go without a trace, and youth is limited. You should cherish all those who love you and the people you love. I have him in my life, and I am very happy every day." Auntie sighed.

"It's been several days since we fell off the plane. We've lived here for so many days. Although it's a bit hard and tiring, we're really happy..." Mu Xiaoyan paused. "But my family may not want me to be with him."

"Parents are the first pair of people in the world who treat you sincerely. Their opinions must have their own reasons, but the real choice is with you. You need to see your heart clearly, and don't do things that you regret .” Auntie still had a smile on her face.