It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

"Yun Xiaotian" looked stiff for a moment.

He glanced at "Yun Jinchu" subconsciously.

Before "Yun Jinchu" said anything, Lu Xun chuckled: "What? I didn't mean to make your mommy happy. If you call me daddy, your mommy will be happy."

Lin Qingyu chuckled, said nothing, and continued to deal with the work at hand.

At present, as long as her heart feels comfortable, her thinking is very clear and she can handle her work.

Therefore, let’s use “Yunjinchu” as a humidifier for the time being.

As for Lu Xun'ai, just do whatever you want. I feel that this father and son are not people who can be driven away so easily.

At this time, Yun Jinchu looked at Lu Xun angrily: "Mr. Lu, Xiaotian's blood is the noble blood of our Yunjin family. Do you think he can call you daddy?"

Lu Xun raised his eyebrows: "Since you are so noble, why don't you call us Yun Jintian or Yun Jin Xiaotian? How come you become Yun Xiaotian? What is the difference between this and our Chinese Xiaoming Xiaohong and Wangcai? I feel like you The Yunjin family, no matter how ancient the nobles are, they are not that strict~"

"Yunjinchu":...

"Yun Xiaotian":......

"That's not my wife..." Yun Jinchu was about to explain, but it was like a punch hitting cotton. Lu Xun didn't care about his reaction at all. He moved a chair and sat next to Lin Qingyu. Take care of the work.

"Yun Xiaotian" saw this and quickly pushed the sweet and sour pork forward in an attentive manner.

"Mommy, after you became pregnant with your brother, you especially liked eating sweet and sour pork."

Lin Qingyu glanced at Lu Xun, their eyes were complicated, and both of them had a creepy and weird feeling in their hearts.

"Thank you, I won't eat it." Lin Qingyu refused.

"Oh." "Yun Xiaotian" couldn't hide his loneliness in his eyes.

"Yun Jinchu" came over and patted his shoulder gently: "It's okay, your mommy will think of us. Now the soul fusion is not good, there will be a day. We just need to wait now."

With that said, "Yun Jinchu" took a deep look at Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu unexpectedly caught his eye, and for a moment, the photos Yun Jinchu showed her appeared in her mind.

She quickly looked away, fearing it was some kind of hypnosis.

"Yun Jinchu" clenched his fists and found that Lin Qingyu was very vigilant in doing things.

She didn't spend enough time looking at him, and there was no way to hypnotize her!

After calming down his emotions, "Yun Jinchu" walked back to his small table and said warmly: "It doesn't matter, Ayu, if you don't want to eat sweet and sour pork, you can eat walnuts. If you don't want to eat it, our children will eat it too."

After the voice fell, Lu Xun also took out a bag of walnuts, stared at Yun Jinchu, and with a click, crushed the walnuts with his bare hands, just like crushing his dog's head.

"Yun Jinchu" chuckled and asked "Yun Xiaotian" to take out a bag of walnuts, then slowly put on white gloves and looked at Lin Qingyu with a warm smile.

"Honey, you used to love eating the organic walnuts from Yunjinchu."

After saying that, "Yun Jinchu" took out a pure gold hammer and struck the big walnut with a ceremonial "click".

Then peel out a large walnut completely.

"You used to say that if a walnut is broken, it has no soul."

"Click", "Yun Jinchu" knocked again, and then looked at Lu Xun funny, as if he was laughing at him for smashing walnuts with his hands.

Lu Xun was speechless:...

You weren't like this last time.

Fortunately, he spent a whole night practicing pinching walnuts with his bare hands.

In the end, Zhou Nan came up with a way to make a slit in the walnuts first, so that it would be much easier to break the walnuts with bare hands.

Lu Xun was depressed for a while, then fed the crushed walnuts into Lin Qingyu's mouth: "Honey, do you think crushed walnuts have no soul now?"

Lin Qingyu raised his eyes: "Shut up! You two are so noisy. If you keep making noise about my work like this, get out of here."

After the voice fell, Song Jiahe knocked on the door and walked in.

"Ayu, the family members of the woman who committed suicide and entered the intensive care unit came out to be interviewed by reporters... and the group of Durban women outside the door came again."