1092 Lord Jun PK Little Uncle (5)

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Mo Jue stretched out her small hand and pointed murderously in the direction Luo Yunxiao left.

Muyan burst out laughing, "What little white face? Little boy, no manners at all, this is my little uncle."

As he said that, he patted his little butt.

Why is this Mo Jue the same as Qi Huang, he always likes to call Xiao Shishu a little white face.

Where did Lord Dijun receive the treatment of being slapped on his butt, his blue eyes suddenly widened.

She glared at Mu Yan angrily, "You, don't be rude..."

Seeing his sullen face, puffed cheeks, and trying to release the pressure, Muyan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Why does Mo Jue look so arrogant and arrogant that he looks more and more like Emperor Ming Jue?

She couldn't help kissing the white and tender face, and said with a smile, "Am I being rude?"

Mo Jue's little face suddenly flushed red, but the momentum in his body was like a punctured ball, leaking light.

"Anyway, I hate that little white face!" he gritted his teeth, "don't get too close to him!"

Muyan laughed even more, "Why? Is it because he looks better than you?"

"He looks prettier than me?" Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, "You, you said it wasn't him that you just thought of!"

This gentleman's appearance is unparalleled in the world, with a small white face, how can he look better than this gentleman!

Jun Muyan, are you blind?

Still want to climb the wall? ! ! !

Mo Jue's whole body is about to explode, if now he is Di Ming Jue's body.

Be sure to knead this woman in your arms and toss and turn severely to punish her.

Let her know who is the best looking! !

Hearing his angry accusation, Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "You think the person I just said is the little uncle? How could it be? I have never seen the little uncle cook. All right."

She was silent for a moment, the smile in her voice subsided, and the only thing left was her tenderness and a touch of sad thoughts, "I'm talking about my fiance."

"In the past, when he was by my side, he would always cook many delicacies for me. His cooking skills are very good. No matter how ordinary the ingredients are, they will become delicious dishes when they are in his hands. But I am Born without talent in culinary arts..."

"Later I was forced to separate from him, and I haven't been able to see him again, and I have never tasted such delicious food again."

Mu Yan's voice was soft and indifferent, but it was like holding a rare treasure, caring for it gently, and remembering it carefully.

She didn't realize that with her narration, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already been reported.

It was completely replaced by a fiery feeling that seemed to overflow.

The hands beside him were clenched into fists, and the blue veins were looming.

The long eyelashes drooped down, covering the turbulent distress and longing in the blue eyes.

"You want the first prize in the Spirit Chef competition, I'll help you win it?"

The child's voice was crisp and tender, but it had an indescribable hoarseness.

Mu Yan recovered from her thoughts, but she couldn't help laughing at Mo Jue's resolute expression: "Forget it! With your small body, it's not certain whether you can hold a spatula or not. !"

This time, Mo Jue didn't get annoyed any more. Instead, he put his arms around her neck and whispered in her ear, "No, as long as you want, I will give it to you."

Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, she had the illusion that Di Mingjue was speaking in her ear.

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