Endless Pampering Only For You

Night house.

The clear sunlight was obscured by the curtains. I could see two figures on the bed, one was curled up petitely, and the other was a tall figure lying on the side with one hand on his head, so he kept his posture and stared. Petite people around.

Mo Xiaomeng sleeps very well, and has no intention of waking up.

It wasn't too late to sleep last night, so Ye Sijue woke up very early.

Then, I always admired the people around me, as if I didn't feel tired.

It ’s true that Mo Xiaomeng is a mixed-race, and his facial features are exquisitely beautiful. Coupled with the skin that looks like a baby, people ca n’t bear to look away.

Ye Sijue twitched the corner of his mouth and pecked her lips.

Mo Xiaomeng didn't react at all, and slept soundly.

In fact, you can't blame her. They took a dozen hours of flight back to China, and then did not stay for a few hours. They followed Han Qiqing and flew to Country R. After spending a day in Country R, ​​they flew back that night.

Although taking a nap in the large yard for more than an hour in the afternoon, it was not enough.

Ye Sijue also knew that Mo Xiaomeng was exhausted, and it was estimated that it would be enough to make up for more than ten hours.

He would not bother her and accompany her to sleep.

At this moment, someone knocked gently on the door.

Ye Sijue frowned. Although the voice was low, he was still afraid of waking up Mo Xiaomeng.

He got up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, the maid stood respectfully at the door, holding a box in her hand.

"What is it?" He asked.

The maid heard the discomfort in his voice, was a little nervous, and his voice was a little lower, and said quietly, "Yin's cake was delivered from the house, saying it was Miss Mu's birthday cake."

"Here to me." Ye Sijue reached out to her.

The maid carefully put the box in his hand, bowed, and was about to leave.

"Wait." Ye Sijue suddenly called her, stunned by the maid, fearing that she had done something wrong.

"Young, young master ..."

"Let the kitchen boil some porridge, make a light breakfast, and ask for an American breakfast," he said quietly.

The maid bowed respectfully.

"Don't knock on the door and let the housekeeper make my call."

After commanding, she waved her down.

Gently closing the door, he was carrying the box and was about to go to the table to set it up, and when the man in the bed was struggling, his mouth murmured, "Is it small ..."

The voice was very small, but Ye Sijue heard it.

The movement was not great at the moment. Both he and the maid lowered their voices, and they were standing outside. They should not be alarmed.

Obviously sleeping so peacefully, why did I wake up when I heard the little name?

Ye Sijue can't help but be a bit savory.

Mo Xiaomeng was still sleepy, his eyes only opened halfway, and he looked at Ye Sijue warily.

"I heard the cake ... little cake ..."

Ye Sijue knew that she wasn't the kind to eat, so her focus was on the little one.

Taste again.

"It's a little cake from here." He said, peering down at the box, and stunned the box toward the bed.

Mo Xiaomeng struggled to get up, and then heard Ye Sijue's voice saying, "Don't get up."

She paused and lay back again.

"We should go over there and cut the cake with the little ..." she murmured.

In fact, she didn't understand why Ye Sijue had to return to Yejia last night. It was so late. It didn't matter if she slept with Yin at night.