212. Chapter 212 The Revolution Is About to Succeed II
Lu Yifan stayed in the compound that night.
After breakfast the next day, Mu Mu leaned lazily on the sofa, not wanting to move.
The morning news is playing on TV.
After finishing a plate of tomatoes, she wanted to peel oranges and eat them.
When Mu Mu's hand touched the orange, Jiang Fangming slapped her, "It's cold. If you eat so many cold things, be careful of your stomach hurting."
But Mu Mu still took the orange in his hand, "It's exciting to eat it cold when it's cold."
'Cough cough cough...' Jiang Fangming covered her mouth and coughed again. She glanced at Mu Mu, stood up with a heavy heart, and entered the room.
Jiang Fangming left, and Lu Yifan came out of the room in a suit and leather shoes, walked to Mu Mu and sat down next to him.
Seeing the empty plates on the coffee table and the piles of orange peels on the table, Yifan Lu frowned, "You think you haven't spent enough time in the hospital?"
As he spoke, he reached out to pick up the fruit plate on the coffee table and dumped all the remaining fruits into the trash can.
Mu Mu shouted, "Lu Yifan, it's a shameful waste."
She bent down to pick up the oranges and apples in the trash can, but Yifan Lu grabbed her wrist, "If you go to the hospital with a stomachache, I will let you celebrate the New Year in the hospital."
"I won't eat it, but you can't waste it either." Mu Mu still felt sorry for those golden oranges that were forced to be mixed with the garbage.
He pouted and glared at Yifan Lu, thinking that all the rich people in the world were just like him.
Sister-in-law Ming brewed two cups of scented tea and put them on the coffee table. Seeing Lu Yifan and Mu Mu bickering, she was so happy that she said, "Miss, this is the scented tea I brought you from home. It's the chrysanthemums in your garden."
It’s sunbaked.”
The faint fragrance of chrysanthemum filled the air. Mu Mu picked up a cup, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, not in a hurry to drink it.
Lifting her eyelids, she saw Lu Yifan holding a cup and preparing to drink. She leaned back, raised her foot and put it on his thigh. She was not wearing socks, and her two white feet were dangling arrogantly.
Damn, look at my feet to see if you can still drink.
Yifan Lu glanced at the two restless feet on his legs, smiled and sipped the fragrant chrysanthemum tea as if nothing had happened.
Little girl, your abacus is so childish.
"You have such a strong taste." Mu Mu shook his head and sighed, taking a slow sip of tea.
The hot tea came with a hint of chrysanthemum fragrance, but somehow it came out again. She quickly put down the tea cup, dragged the trash can in front of her, and spat out the tea.
Lu Yifan hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
Mu Mu pushed the trash can back to its original position and rolled his eyes at Yifan Lu, "I'm not disgusted by your heavy taste."
Lu Yifan "..."
This girl's temper is getting louder and her courage is getting fatter.
He put down the tea cup with a smirk on his lips. Taking advantage of Mu Mu's unpreparedness, he held Mu Mu's ankles tightly with one hand and tickled her soles with the other hand.
"Aha..."
Mu Mu's feet twitched and he struggled hard.
"Hahahaha... cluck... so itchy..."
"Will you still let me smell your feet?" Lu Yifan asked threateningly, rubbing his fingertips up and down Mu Mu's soles.
Mu Mu was so itchy that her whole body twitched, "I don't dare anymore, stop scratching."
When Lu Yifan heard Mu Mu begging for mercy, he moved a little slower. Unexpectedly, Mu Mu suddenly sat up with his hands on the sofa and jumped on him quickly.
Mu Mu's hand touched Lu Yifan's armpit, "Treat others in their own way. This is what you asked me to do, uncle."
