Ye Xingguang picked up little Xiaohua and planned to hold Mo Yinhe's hand, but Mo Yinhe coolly tucked his little hands into his pockets, not giving her the chance to hold them, putting on an air as if the CEO's hands weren't just something you could hold whenever you wanted.
Ye Xingguang ruffled his hair, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your little bedroom where you'll be staying."
"Yay, yay," Yin Xiaohua wrapped her arms around Ye Xingguang's neck, still finding the pretty auntie very fragrant.
"Xiaohua, have you had breakfast yet?"
Yin Xiaohua touched her little belly, showing she was full, but she said, "Big pig Mo didn't eat. Big pig Mo doesn't eat breakfast every day, yet forces me to eat. What's this called... oh, it's like only the officials are allowed to set fires, and the commoners can't even light lamps."
Mo Yinhe, walking with small steps, frowned upon hearing Yin Xiaohua's voice: "You sure talk a lot."
