The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Liyuan carried Mu Changying to the restaurant and asked her to sit on his lap to eat.

The bursts of fragrance lifted her spirits, she sniffed her nose, "It smells so good~"

Seeing that she was satisfied, he looked up at the butler who was standing by, "Good job, give the chef a raise."

It was the first time that the old housekeeper, Sun Fugui, was treated so kindly by the second master, and his heart suddenly surged with passion.

"I'm going to reward the chef right now."

Butler Sun smiled, and left the restaurant with a brisk foot.

This time not only to reward but also a big reward.

"Yingbao, open your mouth obediently."

Rong Liyuan looked at the girl in his arms with tenderness in his eyes.

With chopsticks in his right hand, he picked up a small dumpling and handed it to her mouth.

In the other hand, she held a small plate to prevent the soup from splashing on her body when she bit into the dumplings.

"You are too thin, you need to make up for it."

"I will watch over you when you eat in the future, so that you won't be picky again and ruin your stomach."

This man suppressed all the violence and gave her careful care and considerate care.

Mu Changying's heart twitched, her eye sockets became hot, and she blinked to hold back her tears.

"Hmm...it looks delicious."

The skin of the crystal dumpling is thin and shiny, like a crystal clear crystal.

She opened her lips and took a bite, sucking slightly, and the delicious juice flowed into her mouth.

Take a bite of the soup-soaked meat balls, not fat or greasy, tender and refreshing in the mouth.

"Yeah, it tastes really good."

"Ah Yuan, can you try it too?"

Mu Changying's brows were stretched out, her eyes were like the water of a lake, shimmering with sparkle and sparkling.

She shook her little head and kept nodding, with a look of enjoyment on her fair little face.

The little mouth is still chattering, and it is very happy to eat like a little piggy.

"Yingbao, these are all things you like, I won't touch them."

"Hey, eat slowly, don't choke."

As long as she likes, there is as much food as she wants.

Rong Liyuan's face was stained with seriousness and affection, and he held another small crystal soup dumpling and handed it to Mu Changying's mouth.

That movement was extremely gentle and caring... as if the person in his arms was a porcelain doll, which would be broken with a little force.

"Ah Yuan, I'll do it myself."

Being fed at such a big age, her delicate little face was burning hot and red like clouds.

Mu Changying reached out to take the chopsticks, but was avoided by Rong Liyuan.

"Yingbao, be good, I'll do this kind of rough work."

He will do the laborious things, and his baby only needs to be responsible for lying down and enjoying.

"A Yuan, you are so kind to me. I like you the most."

With shyness in Mu Changying's eyes, she chewed and swallowed the food slowly.

"..."

Rong Shichu who was sitting by the side was completely ignored, and cold dog food was slapped on his face indiscriminately.

Whoops, sour teeth!

He took a few mouthfuls of rice, feeling bored in his heart.

"Son, is this meal not to your liking?"

Mu Changying leaned on Rong Liyuan's chest, looking worriedly at the cheap son in front of him.

Rong Liyuan raised his eyes and glanced coldly, his voice was deep and hoarse, "Choose and choose, feed the dog if you don't eat."

He seemed like a cheetah lurking in the dark night, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

It was as if a cheap foam machine had been installed in Rong Shichu's chest, boiling and clamoring non-stop.

This mouthful of one son is deliberately against whom.

Even though he was dissatisfied, he dared not speak out, and he was almost suffocated.

"I've eaten out, so I'm not very hungry."

"Dad...Mom, eat slowly, I'll go back to my room first."

Rong Shichu got up from his seat, nodded and apologized to the two, and left the restaurant.

Damn it, this little slut will give him a blow as soon as he arrives.

If she had waited for her to gain a firm foothold in the Rong family, he would have been kicked out long ago.

"No, I can't sit still."

Rong Shichu merged with the night, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his face was strange and ferocious.