his little luck

Chapter 688 The man is jealous, the silly wife just misses that stinky brat?

Guan Xi was stunned for another moment, she grabbed Xiao Jiuyan's big hand with her backhand, touched Xiao Jiuyan with her white tender little hand, and finally confirmed that it was really Xiao Jiuyan, a bastard old man.

Guan Xi looked at Xiao Jiuyan, but still couldn't believe it and stammered: "Xiao Jiuyan, you...how did you get here?"

Xiao Jiuyan said lightly: "I had a competition with Ayato Mato, and I won, so I came to see you."

The light in the room was too dim, so Guan Xi never noticed the injury on Xiao Jiuyan's face.

She didn't notice until Xiao Jiuyan mentioned it now.

No, Xiao Jiuye, whose face is always stunning, is not really good-looking at this time.

The corners of his mouth were broken, the corners of his eyes were bruised, and one side of his face was bruised. It seemed that he had won the competition with Ayato Mayo, but he might not have won so neatly.

Guan Xi opened his eyes wide, and there was a layer of misty water vapor in his eyes. He threw himself into Xiao Jiuyan's arms with all his strength, wrapped his arms as thin as white lotus root around Xiao Jiuyan's neck, and murmured:

"Xiao Jiuyan, I really miss Little Sundai."

Xiao Jiuyan: "..."

It's that brat again, what's there to think about.

Didn't the silly lady feel sorry for him?

He let her hug him, his tall and straight body remained motionless, as heavy as a mountain.

After a while, he whispered: "You miss him, I'll take you back to see him."

See the little sundae?

Guan Xi's beautiful big eyes lit up slightly.

But the next second it was dim again.

She can't go back.

No.

Going back, the future Yun Lige predicted will come true, she will die beside Xiao Jiuyan, this kind of thing must never happen.

She slowly let go of the hand holding Xiao Jiuyan's neck, lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Jiuyan, I can't go back with you."

"why?"

Xiao Jiuyan frowned, and wrinkled into a terrifying Sichuan character.

His big hand landed on her shoulder, and his tense fingers fell on her shoulder, but his movement became gentle: "Why don't you go back with me? Didn't you say you still want to see that stinky brat?"

"No why."

Guan Xi said in a soft tone, "I just don't think it's necessary to go back. It's good for me to stay in Zhen's house now. I thought about it. In fact, although it is said that Mayo Aya has revised my memory, what happened in the past five years I still remember that he was very good to me, really good, so... let me give you the little sundae, he is your son, I have raised him for five years, it's time for you to raise him, always let me raise him, Very unfair."

"fair?"

Xiao Jiuyan's tone became cold, like the calm before the storm, "In your eyes, raising that stinky brat is measured by fairness?"

Guan Xi lowered his head and nodded with a slight arc: "Yes."

Xiao Jiuyan's dark eyes were deep and heavy, and his gaze on Guan Xi seemed to have turned into substance, as if he could gouge people out.

He said, "In that case, ma'am, look up at me."

Guan Xi hung his head and remained motionless.

"Raise your head." Xiao Jiuyan said again.

Guan Xi still didn't move.

She didn't move once or twice, Xiao Jiuyan stretched out his hand, one big hand clasped her slender shoulder, and the other big hand pinched her small chin, half-forcedly lifting her small head.

The two looked at each other.

After a while, Xiao Jiuyan sighed softly: "Madam, if you really think that way, why are you crying?"

Guan Xi's eyes were slightly red, he gave him a hard look, and denied, "I didn't cry."

Xiao Jiuyan had no choice but to coax, "Okay, okay, you didn't cry."

(End of this chapter)