Chapter 4294 Murdering His Wife

An Ziqi was speechless. Why did everyone look so scary when they mentioned Xiao Moli?

If you think about it carefully, that guy is actually quite simple. His happiness or displeasure is directly displayed on his face, which is much better than those who have smiles on their faces and MMP in their hearts.

Of course, she had no idea that Xiao Moli's happiness or displeasure was all on his face just in front of her.

In the eyes of others, he is always the most unfathomable, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

Listening to the lively voices of the two people next to her, Huang Ying couldn't help but smile.

She still remembers the first time she came here with Chen Jun, they were also in a group. At that time, she thought that the person Chen Jun liked was Jiang Wanting.

I didn’t expect that their children would be so old when they come here again.

His feet accidentally stepped on the air, and his body tilted to the side.

An Ziqi and Jia Yin, who were chatting lively just now, rushed towards Huang Ying from the left and right at the same time with quick eyes and quick hands.

As a result, Huang Ying's body was stabilized by two people, but the two people banged their heads together.

Then they were bounced off each other by each other's strength, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with soft sand, so it didn't hurt.

The two of them glanced at each other's embarrassed look covered in sand, then they each rubbed their heads and laughed.

When the three little women returned to the house, Yuntian and Xia Xing had already rushed over.

An Ziqi brought Huang Ying to the sofa and settled down. After saying hello to Xia Xing, she hurriedly ran to the kitchen to see the results of the two people.

Looking at the pot of noodles in front of Chen Jun and the pot of dark things in front of Xiao Moli, I couldn't help but raise my hands to cover my face, and I couldn't bear to look directly at them.

She couldn't help but silently reflect on whether she had taken such good care of Xiao Moli that he couldn't even make noodles.

If this uncle is at home alone, he will probably call someone to help him even if the oil bottle falls.

In order to prevent a large group of them from having to eat only noodles during such an important reunion moment, An Ziqi had no choice but to drive the two grown men out of the kitchen and start cooking herself.

The vegetables and meat had been prepared in advance. An Ziqi picked out a few items from the refrigerator and handled them skillfully.

Two arms silently circled around her, and a gentle kiss fell behind her ear.

An Ziqi smiled and dodged, "That's enough, get out."

"Not enough, not enough in a lifetime."

Xiao Moli hugged the person without letting go, but when she tilted her head, she saw a slight redness and swelling on An Ziqi's forehead, and she couldn't help but frown.

Using both hands hard, he immediately turned the person to face him, raised his hand and touched her forehead lightly, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

An Ziqi was helpless, seeing his brows furrowed, as if something big had happened, and helplessly recounted what happened when she and Jia Yin bumped into each other just now.

"Okay, it doesn't hurt at all. Don't make such a fuss. Get out quickly. I'll be fine soon."

Xiao Moli's finger poked her forehead slightly harder.

An Ziqi hissed, hurriedly raised her hand to pat his hand, and complained dissatisfied, "You want to murder your own wife."

Xiao Moli said angrily, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Damn it, from the time she went out to now, only half an hour away from him, this stupid woman could hurt herself.