High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1533 Fighting the Wind (1)

As a result, when I went downstairs, there seemed to be something wrong with the atmosphere? ? ?

Lin Zhaoxia looked around.

She smelled a familiar smell of strong black tea and a touch of lemon wafting from the kitchen.

You can know who did it without thinking.

But after watching Lin Zhaoxia around, she was only in the living room and found Mo Ya sitting on the sofa in the living room, eating some fruit, and watching the TV series of Goofy President.

Stepping up and walking over, she took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside her, took a strawberry from the tray in front of Mo Ya, threw it into her mouth, and said, "Where's Yang Moyan?"

"You mean the one with the green eyes?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl would reply her with such a sentence in the next second.

Lin Zhaoxia had a meal first.

Then he laughed unceremoniously.

Well, Yang Moyan now has a new nickname.

But she didn't forget her own question, and nodded: "Well, what about others."

Mo Ya bit the apple, and said lazily, "The kitchen, go and take care of it, or you will probably fight with your gentleman butler."

Lin Zhaoxia was stunned at once.

fight? ? ?
Can't.

Not to mention that both of them are rational.

Second, what kind of deep hatred can there be, and can we still fight? ?
Lin Zhaoxia originally wanted to eat the second strawberry, but now she didn't even want the strawberry she just took, and threw it directly to Mo Ya, stood up and went to the kitchen.

As a result, the kitchen door was pushed open, and there was indeed peace inside.

Lin Zhaoxia: Huh? ? ?
On one side is Ezel, making some snacks.

On one side is Yang Moyan, cooking porridge.

It's just that the atmosphere is a bit weird, but it's not as serious as Mo Ya said.

Lin Zhaoxia frowned in surprise, and leaned against the kitchen door, looking back and forth between the two of them, until they caught their attention, Lin Zhaoxia shrugged her shoulders: "Mo Ya said, you almost got into a fight ?”

As a result, I got a simultaneous answer in the next second: "No."

Lin Zhaoxia narrowed his eyes suspiciously as soon as the two words were written neatly.

Not right.

"Really," she straightened her body, "what's going on?"

Gentleman Aizer acted like a gentleman in an elegant manner, and smiled gently: "The princess is too worried, the kitchen is full of fumes, the princess just wait outside, and breakfast will be served soon."

Yang Moyan only had one sentence: "The restaurant is waiting, good morning."

Lin Zhaoxia frowned, feeling even more wrong.

The two seemed to have no problem talking.

But why did Lin Zhaoxia feel a sense of struggle? ?
She squinted her eyes and warned: "It's better that there is no problem as you said, otherwise everyone will go back wherever they came from."

The kitchen was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was a little frozen. Lin Zhaoxia glanced at the two of them again, and she clearly saw the corners of Yang Moyan's lips curled up slightly, as if something had succeeded, but when Lin Zhaoxia glanced over, there was She regained that noble and indifferent look again, which made Lin Zhaoxia narrow her eyes again, and snorted coldly: "It seems that my little wife really wants to live in two places with me, huh?"

Yang Moyan: "..."

She turned around, but this time she walked mercilessly.

Breakfast came 10 minutes later.

Everything is safe and sound.

But there are two breakfasts in front of Lin Zhaoxia on the dining table.

One is Yang Moyan's thin porridge with preserved eggs and milk.

One is Ezer's lemon black tea with matcha toast.

Lin Zhaoxia knew in an instant what was wrong...

(End of this chapter)