Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

"Amen, come out."

Sheng Jiayan's slightly deep voice sounded from outside.

Meng Haoqi lifted the curtain and Sheng Jiayan stood in the garden with a long sword, not far away was the father and son of the Lin family who were eating grapes.

"Where did the grapes come from?" Meng Haoqi was slightly surprised because Lin Gaoshan had no surplus food at home one hour ago, and the group of them was eating dried buns brought to Dingchen.

Lin Jingxing put a crystal clear milk grape in his mouth and said vaguely: "My father remembered that he still has an ice storehouse, and there are many out of it! There is a lot of it! Sister Wanqi?

Lin Gaoshan lay on his back in the sun, basking in the sun, and took food to his mouth.

It looks very comfortable, not at all like being chased by someone! Lin Jingxing didn't know when to change his clothes and dazzled his eyes. I really don't know if this family escaped.

Meng Wanqi approached Sheng Jiayan and said with a certain face: "Does the prince tell me to let me look at you when they are at your disposal?"

Sheng Jiayan's eyes were light, and he pointed to the jade pot in front of Lin Gaoshan: "Crush it."

Meng Yuqi once again exclaimed: "Where did the wine come from?!"

Lin Gaoshan lazily ate another grape: "I got it from the cellar."

Meng Wanqi grabbed Sheng Jiayan's sword: "The lord is assured, I am not only going to cleave the jug, I'm going to cleave them both!"

She was about to lift her foot, but Sheng Jiayan grabbed her wrist.

He came from his ears with a magnetic voice: "Just stand here, concentrate your thoughts, and try to break the hip flask."

Meng Wanqi stood blankly: "How is this possible!?"

Sheng Jiayan was very close to Meng Eqi's face, his breath was at Meng Eqi's ear, and their eyes were aimed at the jade pot on the table together.

"Look at the jug—" Sheng Jiayan's breath spit on Meng Eju's neck. Meng Eyan turned his head slightly, trying to see Sheng Jiayan's expression, but Sheng Jiayan straightened his head and aimed at the jade pot again: "Be attentive."

Meng Haoqi couldn't make use of his strength, but the jade pot across from him stood still.

Lin Gaoshan's father and son didn't know what Meng Qiqi was doing. They only felt that the redness of Meng Qiqi's face was suffocating and funny, but they dared not go too far in front of Sheng Jiayan, and Lin Jingxing chuckled with a smile.

Meng 萋 is really trying to get milk, but the jug is still motionless.

Originally! Where is there such a strange thing? Can you smash an item without touching the flask? What is Sheng Jiayan thinking about...

In the end, Meng Haoqi worked hard for half a year, and jumped out: "My lord...I want to go to the toilet."

Sheng Jiayan sighed with incomprehension, and distanced himself from Meng Haoqi: "Forget it, try again later."

He just walked away with his hands behind his back.

Meng Eqi quickly ran to the backyard cottage.

After they left, Lin Gaoshan's father and son were not too early to see the color. A few stars were covered with black cloth, and they clapped their hands and stood up to prepare to return to the room.

Lin Gaoshan walked swaying in front, with some emotion: "It's time for an extra bed quilt, I feel a little chill."

Lin Jingxing surprised and said behind him: "Ah! Daddy!"

"Yeah!" Lin Gaoshan turned back hurriedly, and Lin Jingxing was pointing at him.

"How did the clothes on your back split?"

Lin Gaoshan turned hard and looked at his back. The clothes split a slit from the collar to the hem. A total of three pieces were split inside and out! Not even his obscene pants were spared!

No wonder it feels like the wind is blowing and the bottom is cool. Why did the clothes break apart? Are you fat again?

"What the hell!" Lin Gaoshan scolded, covered his ass, and ran back to the room with his son slipping away.