It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

"Yun Xiaotian" looked stiff for a moment.

He subconsciously glanced at "Yun Jinchu".

Before "Yun Jinchu" could make a sound, Lu Xun chuckled: "Why? I didn't mean to make your mommy happy. If you call me daddy, your mommy will be happy."

Lin Qingyu chuckled, didn't say anything, and continued with the work at hand.

At present, as long as her heart is comfortable, her thinking is very clear and she can handle the work.

So, let's use "Yunjinchu" as a humidifier for the time being.

As for Lu Xun's love, just hate him, I feel that this father and son are not so easy to be driven away.

At this time, Yun Jinchu looked at Lu Xun angrily: "Mr. Lu, Xiaotian has the noble blood of our Yunjin family in his bones. Do you think he can call you father?"

Lu Xun raised his eyebrows: "Since it is so noble, why is it not called Yun Jintian, Yun Jin Xiaotian, why did it become Yun Xiaotian? What is the difference between this and Xiaoming, Xiaohong and Wangcai in our Huaguo? I feel that you The Yunjin family, the ancient aristocrats are not so strict~"

"Yunjinchu": ...

"Yun Xiaotian": ...

"That's not my wife..." Yun Jinchu was about to explain, but found that it was as if a punch had been punched on the cotton. Lu didn't care about his reaction at all. He just moved a chair, sat next to Lin Qingyu, and dealt with it. work together.

Seeing this, "Yun Xiaotian" hurriedly pushed the sweet and sour sweet and sour pork forward.

"Mum, after you became pregnant with your younger brother, you especially like to eat sweet and sour pork."

Lin Qingyu glanced at Lu Xun, both of them had complicated eyes, and a creepy sense of weirdness rose in their hearts.

"Thank you, I won't eat." Lin Qingyu refused.

"Oh." "Yun Xiaotian" couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.

"Yun Jinchu" came over and patted him on the shoulder gently: "It's okay, your mommy will think of us. Now the soul fusion is not good, there will be such a day. We just need to wait now."

Saying that, "Yun Jinchu" took a deep look at Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu accidentally saw his eyes, and for a moment, the photos that Yun Jinchu showed her appeared in her mind.

She quickly looked away, for fear that it was hypnotism.

"Yun Jinchu" clenched his fists, and found that Lin Qingyu was very vigilant when doing things.

She didn't have enough time to look at him, and there was no way to hypnotize her!

Concentrating on his emotions, "Yun Jinchu" walked back to his small table, and said softly, "It's okay, Ayu, you can eat walnuts if you don't want to eat sweet and sour pork. If you don't eat it, our children will eat it too."

After the voice fell, Lu Xun also took out a bag of walnuts, stared at Yun Jinchu, and with a click, crushed the walnuts with his bare hands, just like crushing his dog's head.

"Yun Jinchu" chuckled, and asked "Yun Xiaotian" to also take out a bag of walnuts, then slowly put on white gloves, and looked at Lin Qingyu with a warm smile.

"Honey, you used to love to eat big organic walnuts from Yunjinchu."

After finishing speaking, "Yun Jinchu" took out a pure gold hammer, and tapped the big walnut with a full sense of ritual.

Then peel off a large walnut completely.

"You also said before that if the walnut is broken, there is no soul."

"Crack", "Yun Jinchu" knocked again, and then looked at Lu Xun amusedly, as if laughing at him for smashing walnuts with his hands.

Lu Xun was speechless: ...

You were not like this last time.

Fortunately, he practiced pinching walnuts with his bare hands all night.

In the end, Zhou Nan figured out a way to make a slit on the walnut first, and it would be much easier to break the walnut with bare hands.

Lu Xun was depressed for a while, and fed the crushed walnuts into Lin Qingyu's mouth: "Honey, do you think crushed walnuts have no soul now?"

Lin Qingyu raised her eyes: "Shut up! You two are so noisy, if you keep arguing about my work like this, get out."

After the voice fell, Song Jiahe knocked on the door and walked in.

"Ayu, the family members of the woman who committed suicide and entered the intensive care unit came out to be interviewed by reporters... And, the group of Durban women outside the door came again."