High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 2247

So move backwards.

Xiao Yang Moyan didn't even have the slightest time to prepare and defend, and suddenly he was empty.

Then with a swish, it fell straight down! !

"!!!" Xiao Yang Moyan was still hugging the quilt, and even the people with the quilt all went down with a grunt.

Fortunately, under the bed, his entire room was covered with soft carpets, even if someone fell, nothing would happen.

What's more, he was wrapped in a quilt, and he was thrown down on his head and face.

Xiao Dianzi was stunned.

Seeing the person in front of him with his head down, rolled up in a blanket, he smashed his head and face, and fell on the bed in a daze.

After a long time, I made a sound: "Yeah! Yeaah!!!!"

Downstairs, Mrs. Yang was standing in the living room, arranging freshly washed fruits one by one in the clean fruit plate beside her.

Mr. Yang sat on the side and helped to take out the fruit.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound upstairs, as if something had slammed on the ground in a defenseless gesture.

Both Mrs. Yang and Mr. Yang were taken aback.

The couple looked at each other, put away the things in their hands, and ran upstairs together.

Without hesitation, the two ran directly to Xiao Yang Moyan's room.

He hurriedly opened the door, and the couple were stunned as soon as they entered.

I saw a little dough lying on the bed, stretching out its short hands by the bed, as if wanting to grab something.

And under that bed.

There was a pile of quilts there.

The quilt was bulging, but it was not still, but still moving slightly.

Mrs. Yang froze for a while, then frowned, "What is that?"

Mr. Yang looked around the room before saying, "Where's your son?"

"Where is the bathroom?" Mrs. Yang said casually, and walked over a few steps, "Is this quilt still moving?"

Xiao Dianzi was lying on the bed, and as soon as he saw the adults, he immediately started babbling, and then waved his little hand, waving and shouting in that thin and soft immature voice: "Yan! Yan... ground, land!"

Mrs. Yang just thought it was funny, she didn't care about the pile of quilts under the bed, but reached out and hugged the little dough, then brought it to her lips and kissed, "Where?"

Xiao Dianzi was suddenly picked up, and he waved his little hand and his calf submissively.

Then she anxiously struggled back and forth in Madam Yang's arms, calling out a name: "Yan, Yang, Mo Moyan!"

I shouted several times in a row, but didn't call out the correct name.

Probably because I was held back too hastily.

Xiao Dianzi's delicate little face flushed a little, and finally shouted a correct name: "Yang Moyan!"

After the thin and soft childish voice finished calling a name, before it finished, it uttered two more words: "On the ground!"

Mrs. Yang stopped holding her.

"Yang Moyan, on the ground?"

She bowed her head.

The pile of quilts on the ground seemed to feel her sight and moved.

Mr. Yang twitched at the corner of his lips, and then said hesitantly, "Ma'am, it seems that there is a son in this pile of quilts..."

Mrs. Yang: "..."

Three seconds later, Mrs. Yang held the small dough with one hand, and with the other hand picked up the quilt on the ground, and pulled it hard——

Swish.

The quilt was lifted and taken away, Mrs. Yang threw her hands on the bed, and looked at the floor again.

Well, it really was her son.

Lying on the ground, still facing down, but just looking at his little one lying on the ground like this, one can feel how lifeless a certain Young Master Yang is in his heart at this moment. Lovely...

(End of this chapter)