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Then he looked at An An who was riding on him, with those little eyes staring at him all the time, and laughed out loud.

With Lin Wanjiao's smile, An An on her body became even more angry.

The little face turned to the side.

I also want to put my two chubby hands into an akimbo posture.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still young, with his hands on his hips.The body has no support.

It fell down in the next second.

Lin Wanjiao also stretched out her long legs very precisely, and successfully caught the little guy.

She got up and sat up, burying her face in An An's belly lying on her lap.

Then take a breath.

"Ha, haha..." The warm wind was blowing on his belly, and the little guy couldn't resist laughing out loud.

Seeing the little guy playing happily, Lin Wanjiao even sucked a few little strawberries on the little guy's stomach.

……

In the morning, after breakfast.

Lin Wanjiao hugged An An and lay under the big tree in the yard to enjoy the shade.

From far to near, I knew that there was a clear sound of horseshoes coming from my door.

Lin Wanjiao was not willing to stand up and look outside.

Until someone knocked on the door, "Dong dong dong, is anyone there?"

"I'm coming."

Lin Wanjiao got up slowly, hugged An An and went to open the door.I figured in my heart that Tang Ziyu and Mo Yan were here.

When he opened the door, it wasn't Mo Yan's handsome face that greeted his eyes.

It was a middle-aged man with slightly wrinkles on his face, who looked like he was in his 40s.

At this time, there was a smile on his face, and this kind of smile gave people a very amiable feeling.

However, Lin Wanjiao confirmed that she did not know him.

"Are you Mrs. Lin?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, I don't know who you are?" Lin Wanjiao replied.

"It's fine if it's Mrs. Lin. I'm serving my young master. I'll give you something specially for Mrs. Lin. Take it as a thank you."

"I don't know who your young master is?" Lin Wanjiao thought in her heart that if she guessed correctly, this young master must be Tang Ziyu.

"My young master is Tang Ziyu. The young master said that he stayed at Mrs. Lin's house yesterday, so he asked me to send some things as compensation. I am the housekeeper of the Tang residence."

"It turned out to be Young Master Tang. In fact, he gave me money yesterday, but he asked the housekeeper to come and deliver it. I don't know what the housekeeper should call it?"

"Madam Lin, you're being polite. It's only right to give something away. Madam Lin can just call me Butler Tang."

"Okay, Steward Tang. I don't know why you didn't see Young Master Tang?" Lin Wanjiao looked out the door, but she didn't see Tang Ziyu and Mo Yan, and asked curiously.

"Master, he insists on hunting some kind of tiger. Now he has gone up the mountain with Mo Yan. So he didn't have time to say hello to Mrs. Lin." Tang Butler replied with a smile.

Lin Wanjiao nodded, "Butler Tang, why don't we go into the house and chat in the house."

"No need, Mrs. Lin. I asked the servant to move in the things that the young master specially bought, so I won't stay here any longer."

"After all, the young master said he wanted to fight tigers. I don't worry about him running around with just a few people."

Butler Tang politely declined.

"That's good." Lin Wanjiao also knew that Tang Ziyu's temperament would not look back unless he bumped into the south wall.In case a blind cat meets a dead mouse again, it really meets a tiger.

That might be over.Don't waste Butler Tang's time either.

Wait for the servant to pull everything into the house.

Tang Butler and Lin Wanjiao were chatting aside.

Seeing An An in Lin Wanjiao's arms, Tang Butler's eyes were full of envy, "Mrs. Lin's son is really good-looking, and when he grows up, he will definitely charm a bunch of little girls." There was a joke in his words.

……

 Thank you ladies and sisters for your rewards (*︶*). .:*

  
 
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