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Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 920 - 20 Do You Like Sons Or Daughters?
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Chapter 920 Do You Like Sons Or Daughters?

“This is too much. Just you wait!”

Song Yaoyao and Xia Rao came out and saw Mu Jing angrily chasing Tong Tong under the moonlight with a skewer in his hand.

Tong Tong’s legs were short. How could she outrun an adult.

Mu Jing bent down and scooped her up, grinning. “Say it again. Is the meat that uncle roasted delicious?”

“Sister Yaoyao, save me! Auntie Rao, save

me!”

Tong Tong frowned. Seeing Xia Rao and Song Yaoyao’s eyes brighten, she immediately shouted at her savior.

Mu Jing’s eyes softened when he saw Xia Rao.

“Honey, come and taste my roasted meat!” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ (f)ir(e).nᴇt

Tong Tong pursed her lips and hugged Mu Jing’s neck as she complained softly. “Uncle Mu, the meat you roasted is all burnt! How can you let Aunt Rao eat something that even children won’t eat?”

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Mu Jing rolled his eyes at her complaint.

“Shut up!”

Just then, Yi Ting came over and Mu Jing immediately shoved Tong Tong into his arms. “Hurry and take your daughter away. I’m so angry!”

Yi Ting sneered and touched Tong Tong’s face.

“You were the one who insisted on hugging my daughter.”

Mu Jing was unjustified and strong. “How many people want me to hug them, but they’re not that lucky!”

Yi Ting sneered at his shameless behavior.

Xia Rao looked at Song Yaoyao and thanked her in a low voice again. She walked quickly to Mu Jing’s side and pricked up her ears. “Is this the barbecue you promised to cook?”

The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat. The meat had turned black.

Mu Jing grinned and begged for mercy while saying, “My dear wife, please spare me!” “Pfff!”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes curved into a smile.

She leaned into Huo Yunque’s arms. “Sister Xia Rao and Mu Jing are really close.”

“Oh?”

The man’s voice was low as he whispered into her ear, “Are you jealous?”

“Ahem…”

Hot air sprayed onto the sensitive parts of Song Yaoyao’s neck, causing her to shrink back. “How is that possible?!”

Her small hands wrapped around Huo Yunque’s waist. Seeing that his tone was not right, she immediately smoothed it out.

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She used a soft and sweet voice to gently coax him.

“With my Gege by my side, I wouldn’t be jealous of anyone.”

She was just lamenting.

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In the end, Mu Jing’s barbecue plan was ruined. He could only obediently eat the food prepared by the kitchen.

As for whether he would be punished to sleep in the study for a month because he ’embarrassed’ Xia Rao, that was unknown.

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Late at night, the moon hid behind the clouds.

Song Yaoyao had slept for half an hour earlier, but now she was not sleepy.

In the dim light, her little hands were like thieves, reaching into the man’s pajamas, and crawling across his body… She had yet to take action.

Snap!

Huo Yunque lazily lifted his eyes, his big palm holding her naughty little hand through his clothes.

“Song Yaoyao, sleep quietly.”

Song Yaoyao pouted.

In the dark, her small face was hot. Because the lights were not on, she could not see clearly, so she turned over and lay on Huo Yunque’s body.

She had a leg injury, so she could not use any strength.

Huo Yunque looked down, and his large palm gently held her waist.

After climbing up with great difficulty, Song Yaoyao let out a breath.

Her small head arched and leaned against Huo Yunque’s neck.

She asked quietly, “Gege, do you like sons or daughters?”

Huo Yunque replied, “… Song Yaoyao, you’re only 19.” Was it too early to think about all this? “Aiya, I’m just thinking about it in advance!” Song Yaoyao’s small hand pinched the man’s earlobe, and her voice became lower and lower. “When I think about having Gege’s child in the future, I feel so happy.”

She even began to look forward to that day’s arrival.