This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1785 Ling Zihuan is inferior!

  Qiao Mu caught Ling Zihuan’s slightly nervous look. He couldn’t suppress the small smile at the corner of his mouth, and replied to Liu Yuemei, “There is one girl in the picture, but I’m not sure if she’s willing to marry!”

   Liu Yuemei smiled slightly stiff, as if she sighed regretfully, "So there is a girl in the picture."

   "I do!"

  When Liu Yuemei's voice fell to the ground, Ling Zihuan also snarled his neck and shouted yes.

  Suddenly she said this, Liu Yuemei was puzzled for a while, "Girl, what did you say?"

  At present, apart from Su Wantong and Li Cheng’s brothers, no one else knows the relationship between Qiao Mu and Ling Zihuan.

  And the little girl inexplicably expressed her own feelings, and her ears suddenly became red.

  Faced with Liu Yuemei’s doubts, Su Wantong opened up and relieved in due course, "Mom, Huanhuan is talking to me."

  All of you here are smart people!

  Su Wantong’s thoughts are delicate, and she can easily figure out her mother’s intentions.

  She was helpless, but she couldn't say anything more.

  ……

  Time passed quickly, approaching four o'clock in the afternoon, Liu Yuemei chatted with them for a while, then got up and went back to the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall.

After she left, Qiao Mu and Su Wantong couldn't help looking at each other, and then both laughed.

  Then, the little girl was a little upset! Acid bubbles popped up all over!

  At this moment, Su Yujing came to the backyard. He stood near the arch and did not step forward. He said to Su Wantong, "Xiaotong, come here."

  Su Wantong responded, and when he got up, he watched Ling Zihuan lower his head and pick his fingers, and smiled: "Huanhuan, you chat with your second uncle, Mommy will go to deal with something first."

"Ok……"

  Ling Zihuan nodded sadly, watching Su Wantong and Su Yujing leave, his round faces were full of entanglement.

   Inside and outside the pavilion, it is quiet.

  Ling Zihuan couldn’t hide his thoughts, and within half a minute he squinted at Qiao Mu, “Second Uncle, Mommy is very beautiful, right?”

  Qiao Mu pursed his lips and said without a smile: "Well, beautiful."

  The little girl bit the corner of her mouth instantly, "still very gentle, isn't it?"

   "Well, she should be the gentlest woman I have ever seen!"

  Ling Zihuan ignited a prairie fire in his heart.

   She gasped, her little hand pinched the base of her thigh, "Then you like gentle women, or do you like..."

   Before finishing speaking, Ling Zihuan shut up her mouth on her own.

  She is wondering, which kind of woman is she?

  After thinking for a long time, the little girl felt that she was not a woman at all!

  Neither gentle nor considerate, apart from eating, drinking and having fun, it seems that she has not brought out the fine traditions of women.

  She looked at Qiao Mu unhappily, pinching herself with one hand and the edge of the table with the other.

  Don’t think she didn’t hear grandma’s off-strings.

  Perhaps in the eyes of her old man, a man like her second uncle should be the best match for a woman like mommy.

  This recognition makes the little girl feel very uncomfortable.

  She suddenly regretted that she didn't grow up quickly. At this age, she met such a good man as her second uncle, and she felt a little inferior.

  At this time, Qiao Mu was keenly aware of Ling Zihuan’s emotional fluctuations.

  I am also amusing. If I don’t brake in time, I’m afraid the little girl should cry!

  He sighed softly, stretched out his hand to hold her arms, and pulled her in front of him with a slight force.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan lowered his head against the edge of the table, glanced at Qiao Mu obliquely, then rubbed himself vaguely with his heels, while muttering, "Second Uncle, what are you doing?"

  (End of this chapter)