Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

Chapter 8: Xiaolong Cub: Dad, I brought your daughter-in-law home

  Chapter 8 Xiaolong Cub: Dad, I brought your daughter-in-law home!

   At this time, there was the sound of a car turning off from outside the house.

  Five low-key and luxurious black Bentley cars brought Si Mingjing to Yejia Manor. When they got out of the car, the little guy rushed into the living room excitedly, pulling Si Mingjing and shouting loudly.

   "Dad, Dad, I brought your daughter-in-law home!"

   Mo Yinhe's dark pupils instantly boiled with murderous intent, but before he got up and beat up the cheater, he was so angry that he coughed violently.

  Mo Yinhe's five fingers were folded into fists, and they were pressed straight to his lips. He wanted to stop the cough, but he didn't want to not only fail to suppress it, but the cough became worse...

  In the end, he coughed up blood.

   Ye Shen, who was kicked flying in fright, quickly got up.

   "Brother, brother, how are you, calm down, don't get excited, isn't it just that your daughter-in-law is back?"

  Mo Yinhe glared at him with cold eyes, his pupils were so dark that the cold air was pressing, and he said intimidatingly, "Shut up!"

   How could he be excited?

   It was obvious that the old illness had relapsed due to anger.

In the middle of the night, I didn't care about teasing, and quickly dialed the phone to Mr. Song: "Hey, Mr. Song, my brother's old illness has relapsed, please come over... What? If my brother doesn't marry your granddaughter, you will never see him again What? How could you be like this, old man... Hello? Hello? Shit! The phone was hung up?"

   da, da, da, da...

  Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near.

  There was a beautiful figure, walking quickly in front of Mo Yinhe, grabbed his smooth wrist, put **** on the pulse of the wrist, and tapped it lightly...

  She is wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat that is both warm and stylish. She is beautiful and rustic.

  Mo Yinhe looked straight at the past, without any emotion at all, the cold eyes fell on Qianying's face that was focused on feeling the pulse, and the cold lips were slightly drawn: "What are you doing?"

  Qianying didn't answer, but just took out the silver needle she carried with her, and pierced it into the Yangbai point on his forehead.

   Immediately afterwards, I have to tie...

  The slender wrist was suddenly grabbed by Mo Yinhe.

  Si Mingjing then raised her head, and boldly faced Mo Yinhe's pupils that were so dark that even the light disappeared, she said, "Trust me."

  The voice was not high, but there was a soul-stirring magic power bursting out from the pitch-black phoenix eyes, which was very eye-catching.

   "Dad, my woman is super powerful, you hurt her, let go."

  The little guy found out that his woman was being bullied by his father, so he immediately put his hands together and broke away the force of Mo Yinhe's imprisonment.

  Si Mingjing took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

  Continue to needle, the movement is fast and accurate.

   After three injections, Mo Yinhe's raging cough stopped suddenly, and the little guy jumped up in shock immediately.

"Father, let me just say that my woman is powerful? But although my woman saved you, you are not allowed to make a promise to my woman, do you know? It is better to strike first, and then strike...then you must not even drink the northwest wind." !"

  The corners of Mo Yinhe's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't control his cold voice: "Brat, you only want a woman when you're only so old?"

  However, this woman does have a few tricks.

  After three injections, the surging old illness seemed to be suppressed by a domineering force, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

The little guy tilted his arrogant little head: "Dad, didn't you force your mother to agree with you just because you saved your mother? Mom didn't want to, so you locked her in your room for three days and three nights and didn't allow her to come out." !"

  Hmph, don't think that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps!

  Mo Yinhe's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "..."

  Si Mingjing sat beside him, but laughed out loud. It turned out that this little brute has been talking nonstop, but there is still a family tradition?

  (end of this chapter)

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