Zhang Mofei once again felt that she had failed as a person and even more failed as a mother.
tragedy!
'Zhang Mofei, how can you bully Yangyang?'
Suddenly, an image of her pressing on Pei Moden in the backyard flashed through her mind, and her mother was nervous about Pei Moden.
I lost my mind for a moment.
Lu Yifan didn't expect Zhang Mofei to lose consciousness. She didn't dodge the attack, but grabbed her arm and turned her over.
The moment he fell to the ground, he wanted to hold her.
Zhang Mofei also reacted and thought, instinctively holding on to Lu Yifan's hand, not wanting to have close contact with the floor.
After pulling and pulling, the two of them fell to the ground together.
Lu Yifan's body covered Zhang Mofei's body tightly, the right side of his face was close to her left cheek, and his lips touched her earlobe.
A faint scent of shampoo entered his nose, the fragrance was intoxicating, and his heartbeat seemed to have stopped for a moment.
I put my hands on the ground and forgot what to do next.
Zhang Mofei's right butt landed first, and the key was that the simulated sniper rifle in Lu Yifan's hand hit her thigh, which was painful.
Seeing that Yifan Lu was lying on top of her with no intention of getting up, she frowned and said, "Take that broken gun of yours and hit my thigh. It hurts!"
As she said that, she moved her legs and accidentally touched another real...
Embarrassed!
Originally, Pei Mochen was planning to go over and pull them together.
But after hearing Zhang Mofei's words, his handsome face turned dark and gradually turned livid again.
He strode to the two of them, bent down and pulled Yifan Lu up, "Lu Yifan, what are you doing?"
Shout loudly!
Eyes burning with rage!
Lu Anyi took Pei Yifeng and secretly walked to the restaurant, "There is smoke everywhere, evacuate early."
After walking for a short while, she thought of the two children again, and hurriedly turned around and took Nian Nian away.
In fact, she was going to hug Sisi, but Sisi was looking at Yifan Lu with distressed eyes, not wanting to leave yet.
Lu Yifan stood up, shook his military uniform, and the blush on his face gradually faded. He took Nian Nian's hand expressionlessly, turned around and walked to the restaurant without saying a word.
"Yangyang, my old waist hurts..." Zhang Mofei frowned and slowly stood up while holding on to the thighs of Pei Mochen who was standing next to her.
My butt and thighs hurt.
She looked down at the simulated sniper rifle under her feet that was slapping her just now, and kicked it angrily, "This broken gun hurts me to death."
Pei Mochen frowned when he heard this, looked down at the simulated sniper rifle on the ground, and asked, "Is this the gun you were talking about just now?"
'Take away your broken gun, it's hitting my leg, it hurts...'
Or is this gun not that gun?
"Or nirvana?" Zhang Mofei raised his eyebrows with a confused look on his face.
I really don’t know what medicine he took wrongly early in the morning to get so angry with Ivan.
Poor Ivan was so cruel that he didn't dare to say a word and walked away silently. He must have been feeling very aggrieved.
Pei Mochen looked at Zhang Mofei, his eyebrows knitted together, the anger slowly extinguished in his heart, then he reached out to hold her hand and entered the restaurant.
He feels that he is now the Zhang Mofei he used to be. He has a strong possessive desire for her and does not allow anyone to share her hooligan behavior and immoral jokes.
Entering the restaurant, Lu Yifan held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. He sat on the chair with his back straight and chewed something in a regular manner.
Sisi clung to him and showed her attentiveness.
"Uncle, drink grandma."
"Uncle, eat some bread."
Yifan Lu smiled sideways at Sisi's curved lips, his smile full of doting, "Be good."
