President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Yuchun still had a very humble attitude, "The butler is loyal to Mrs. Ye, but he didn't think of a way this time."

Ye Rong was even more satisfied with this look of not fighting or grabbing.

She looked at Yuchun, and after a while, she said, "You can accompany me to the afternoon tea tomorrow, and make some cupcakes, and bring them to the ladies to try."

Yuchun nodded immediately, "Okay Mrs. Ye, then I will prepare now!"

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On this side, Bao Sibai returned to Mu Garden before [-]:[-].

Five little guys are playing in the garden, but the main thing is that the other four are pushing the stars around.

It seems a boring move, but in the eyes of the little ones, it seems to be the supreme pleasure, and the crisp and sweet laughter flutters in the wind.

Walking into the entrance, Mama Wu was setting the dishes.

"Where's your wife?" Bo Si Bai asked.

Wu Ma pointed to the kitchen, "I'm making cold tomatoes."

Bao Sibai nodded, walked into the kitchen, and saw the back of that busy Qianli.

Song Runian turned her back to the kitchen door, and when she heard footsteps, she thought it was Wu Ma who came in.

"Wu Ma, can I put so much sugar, will it be too sweet, can you help me taste it?"

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of tomato with his hand, and turned around to hand it to Mama Wu.

As a result, the whole person crashed into Bao Si Bai's arms, with two big hands around his slender waist, the scorching heat of his palms could be clearly felt through the fabric.

Song Runian froze for a moment, blinking her bright almond eyes, "When did you come back?"

"Just came back." Bao Sibai replied, opened his thin lips, and bit the slice of tomato in Song Runian's hand into his mouth.

Fei thin lips brushed against Song Runian's fingertips, as if getting an electric shock, Song Runian quickly retracted her hand, and the roots of her ears were instantly red to the point of bleeding.

The voice was as quiet as a mosquito buzzing, "How is it, sweet or not?"

"What should I use as the standard of sweetness?" Bao Sibai asked after swallowing the slice of tomato.

kindness?

Song Runian didn't think of this question, she was stunned, and began to think about what kind of standard should be given.

But before she answered, Bao Si Bai slowly leaned over, leaned in front of her, and kissed Song Ru Nian's rose lips without warning.

Between his lips and teeth is a faint breath, mixed with the unique sweet and sour taste of tomato mixed with sugar, like first love, which makes people get lost in it instantly.

Song Runian was kissed so softly that she hung in Bao Sibai's arms.

A look of hunger flashed across Bao Sibai's eyes, and he said hoarsely, "Compared to tomatoes mixed with sugar, you seem to be sweeter."

Song Runian: "!"

Is this man still in shape?

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have promised you so hastily. Now you always take advantage of me." Song Ru Nian muttered.

Bao Sibai frowned, "You don't like it?"

Those deep black eyes were full of injuries.

Song Runian panicked immediately, and quickly explained, "Of course I didn't mean that, I... I just wanted to say..."

"Then do you like it or not?" Bao Si Bai asked.

"...I like it." Song Runian buried her head low and replied in a low voice.

Bao Si Bai laughed, held her face in his hands reverently, and printed a kiss on the forehead, "Thank you for your liking, Nian Nian."

"Okay, let's go out to eat quickly." Seeing that the atmosphere in the kitchen started to heat up again, Song Runian hurriedly said.