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

There was a dark look between his brows and eyes, and the coercion he exuded spread rapidly in the room.

"Ah Yuan... I will never make such a low-level mistake again next time. No, no, no, there will never be a next time for this kind of thing!"

If she used to be afraid, but now she won't.

Mu Changying stood there obediently, as if a student who made a mistake was waiting for her punishment.

That gesture was so obedient and her expression was so innocent, one couldn't help but believe that she really did it unintentionally.

Rong Liyuan was defeated, "Okay, I forgive you. But Ying Bao, don't say such things in the future..."

Otherwise, he will definitely punish her severely, so that she will never dare to refuse his approach again.

"Oh, I knew that A Yuan would be the best." After being forgiven, Mu Changying suddenly went from powerless to full of energy.

She covered her cheek with one hand, and the corner of her mouth curled into a soft curve, her smile was sweet.

Her eyes fell on his dripping hair, and she frowned slightly.

Although the weather is not cold now, wet hair is always bad for your health.

"A Yuan, I'll get a hair dryer to dry your hair." As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away.

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Two minutes later, Mu Changying came back with a hair dryer and a comb in his hand.

She plugged in the hair dryer, "Ah Yuan, trust me, I'm good at blowing hair."

Rong Liyuan let her fiddle with her head, her Adam's apple wriggled, her fingertips trembled slightly, "...my Yingbao is the best."

He didn't want to tire her because of this kind of rough work, but he also longed for her to blow-dry her hair by herself. The two thoughts were intertwined, and the latter won.

Tsk... You obviously agreed to pet her into a disability, but why did you enjoy it instead?

Heh... He seems to be a mouse hiding in a dark corner, despicable and selfish.

"Buzz—"

The phone vibrated suddenly, Rong Liyuan slid open the screen and saw the text message from the old mother.

[Xiao Er, Mom has prepared a gift for you young couple, you must try it tonight. 】

[But Nannan is still young, you have to know how to control this kind of thing, and you must not indulge in lust and hurt your body. 】

Rong Liyuan's hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, his expression was gloomy.

"Fresh hairstyle, A Yuan, take a snapshot and look in the mirror."

Mu Changying put down the hair dryer, and held a mirror in front of him as if offering a treasure.

When he took the mirror and saw the newly blown hairstyle, he was slightly stunned.

The meticulously groomed hair on weekdays has been blown into the middle part to reduce the sharpness and unruliness, making it look a lot more approachable, but the premise is to restrain the hostility.

"Yingbao's craftsmanship is very good, I like it very much."

Rong Liyuan got up and hugged her into his arms, the hands around her slender waist slightly tightened as if trying to embed her in his body.

"By the way, Mom passed this bracelet to me today, but I'm so worried that it will be broken if I don't pay attention. How about I find a box to put it in?"

Mu Changying snuggled into his broad arms, raised her head and stared at her, her small, earnest chattering appearance was extraordinarily soft and cute.

This is the symbol of the identity of the head of every Rong family. If she breaks it, what will she pass on to her daughter-in-law in the future?

Although the child has not been seen yet, one must know foresight and foresight.

"This is Mom's wish. She will be unhappy if you don't wear it."

"If you accidentally break it, it will break, don't worry."

Rong Liyuan buried his head in her neck, his voice was hoarse and full of doting.

As long as she likes it, let alone a bracelet, he can get it for her even in the world.

He is willing to give everything with both hands, just begging her never to leave him.