If Ye Xiu becomes as big as a thumb

Ye Xiaoxiu has been thinking about the answer to a question—this question is extremely important—whether Su Muqiu is an old lady.

Mucheng has been sensible since she was a child, and Muqiu only needs to worry about the material and economic foundation of the two of them.Later, when he was picked up half-way, this idiot who ran away from home, Ye Xiaoxiu always felt that the longer he knew each other, the more Mu Qiu's character seemed to run wildly in an irreversible direction...

"...Axiu, you should wear more weather forecasts saying that it will be windy today...I'll give you a towel later...Can I have beef vermicelli soup this morning..."

Ye Xiaoxiu, who got off the small bed placed on the bedside table and took a battle bath in the long ceramic ashtray that had just been filled with warm water, was caught by the handkerchief covering his head.

After finally changing his clothes, Ye Xiaoxiu watched Su Muqiu running back and forth inside and outside the house, as if he would be late to pick up his sister at the airport when it was time for dinner.

"...Axiu, eat quickly, Mucheng will arrive at the airport at ten o'clock..."

Mucheng University went to City B, which I had always longed for, and came back once except for the Golden Week. This was the first time I went home in half a year. When Mucheng went to school, Su Muqiu, who was always by my baby sister, couldn’t get used to it. for a long time.

So Ye Xiaoxiu easily forgave this house husband who kept finding fault with him while he was busy cleaning up.

Although it was still an hour before Mucheng boarded the plane.

"...Hey, why don't you dry your hair..."

Ye Xiaoxiu, who was drinking soup from a mini cup while being patted down with a handkerchief, sighed: Forget it, let him go.

Old lady or something... Ye Xiaoxiu is pampering someone today~