Si Mingjing was dazzling.

"Miss Si, don't be polite. Just like at home, I'm afraid you're reserved, so I stopped you and didn't let anyone else eat and drink. Otherwise, you saved my little baby from the group. I wonder how many people want to come and say thank you."

The old lady is so enthusiastic, her eyebrows and eyes are all smiling.

Si Mingjing was flattered: "Thank you, old lady."

She was not reserved, but didn't know what it should be like in her own home?

Never had a home.

Her mother passed away when she was five years old, and since then, she struggled to survive in prison.

Ye Nianbai also tried hard to peel sea crabs for Si Mingjing: "Baby, you eat this, it's so delicious."

"Baby?"

At the dining table, Mrs. Ye, Mr. Ye, Mo Yinhe, late at night, Xiaobai and Si Mingjing were sitting.

Mo Yinhe is the coldest insulator on the entire dining table. The tall and majestic man has been lying on his head to eat. He wears a simple white shirt with a different sense of luxury, lazy and noble.

Until his son shouted out the word "baby", Mo Yinhe suddenly raised his head.

Ye Nianbai immediately looked stinky: "Dad, the baby is my wife, you are not allowed to call her baby."

Mo Yinhe suddenly came to his senses, then his face looked extremely ugly, and his voice was as cold as an ice awl: "Change a nickname."

"Why?" The little guy Ye Nianbai refused.

"No reason, I don't allow it." The upper party's low voice, absolutely patriarchal power, cannot be argued.

"Young Master wants it!"

"I think you're itchy!"

When the father and son confront each other, no one was willing to give in.

Mo Yinhe suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"Stupid brat, I won't get a house and untied it for three days."

Ye Nianbai immediately jumped off the chair and ran to the old lady. He cried loudly, crying loudly, and the world was so shocking that he cried, and said something amazing: "Grandma, Dad is just jealous of my love, he doesn't!"

Mrs. Ye immediately protected the little guy in her arms and glared at Mo Yinhe: "What are you calculating about with your child? Isn't it just a title? What does he know? What, baby is your exclusive name. Your grandfather still calls me baby. Could it be that your grandfather can't call me that in the future?"

Mr. Ye looked at his wife.

I forgot to drink with my glass.

When did he call the name baby?

Mrs. Ye immediately waved a 40-meter sword in her eyes, which was simply a proposition: "Isn't it?"

"Of course, baby, I've called you for decades." After Mr. Ye said that, his ears turned red.

Mrs. Ye is more confident.

"Hmph, did you hear it? Who isn't a baby yet!"

Mo Yinhe's bottomless eyes flashed with a trace of pain that was hard to see. He didn't speak anymore, so he couldn't contradict the two elders. He continued to bury his head and eat, but his tall back was a little lonely.

Si Mingjing has always been keen on his mind, and only feels that this man, who is burying his head in his meal, reveals loneliness from his soul.

It seems that the word "baby" evokes his love?

He must love Xiaobai's mother very much.

Si Mingjing is sure.

She pulled the little guy into her arms: "Xiaobai, actually I don't like the title of baby. It's not unique, I don't want it."

Ye Nianbai seemed to have heard it and immediately changed his words: "I know, Jingjing, only the name I can call you in the future!"

Si Mingjing: "..."
Chapter completed!