Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  Li Jia's dark green eyes narrowed slightly.

   "What's wrong?" Lu Yichen vaguely noticed the slight emotional changes in Jiajia. When he looked over, Li Jia silently shifted his gaze.

   "It's okay." There is no strange expression on Li Jia's face. After all, he has been helping Ye Xiao for three or four years, and he is familiar with hiding his emotions.

   "The groom is willing to let the bride out?" Winnie smiled awkwardly, raised his wine glass and touched Lu Yichen, not forgetting to wink at Jiajia. "Lu Shao wants to be a father again, so I won't force Xiaoju to drink, Shao Lu, come here! One bite!"

  Lu Yichen glanced at him when he came over with a wine glass, and walked straight to the old Duke Laird.

  Many young people on this table stood up. Old Duke Laird was about to stand up, Li Jia walked to him and pressed it lightly. "Grandfather, you are an elder."

  Duke Laird smiled and patted the back of Jiajia's hand. His short blond hair when he was young is now snow white, and he is full of the wisdom and kindness of an elderly wise man who has accumulated time.

  He smiled at Lu Yichen. "I heard that you are Xiaoju's brother. For so many years, I have been thanking you to take care of her. Now I, like Mr. Li, give her to you, I feel relieved."

  He raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "I heard that this white and transparent wine in your country is very strong, so I just mean it."

  The young man on the table and the elders of the Laird family who sat with him all laughed, and Winnie licked a sip of the white wine, speechless. "It's really spicy. It's not an exaggeration to have a drink I've never drunk, but Xiaoju can drink a bottle alone, I have seen it with my own eyes!"

  Li Jia glared at him. "When did I drink a bottle?"

"I didn't lie. I saw you holding a wine bottle while drinking alone, and scolded Shao Lu for going to death. He cried so hard that he vomited me all over. It was Uncle Patrick Weitang who rescued me." With lingering fears, Xiaoju is the most terrible after being drunk.

  Li Jia’s expression was not unusual. At this time, everyone toasted together. The atmosphere was very lively. Winnie's jokes did not cause any special changes.

  It’s just that a blond young girl next to the seat looked around curiously, and asked her companion sitting next to her: “Isn’t Uncle Patrick Wei coming? He has arrived in H country very early.”

"My cousin loves Xiaoju the most in our generation, and we only say a few words to Xiaoju. Where can other people dare to approach him?" Another blond young man curled his lips, obviously thinking about this cousin. not too good.

They used Finnish, and they thought that Lu Yichen could not understand. Lu Yichen was talking to the old duke. Although the old duke’s expression was impermanent, Lu Yichen was sensitive to the old duke’s hand holding the wine glass. Shi Yuguang also glanced at Jiajia.

  Lu Yichen smiled and exchanged words, remembering this little detail in his heart, and went to the next table with Jiajia.

  The smile on Jiajia's face did not change, as if he had not heard the ridicule, Lu Yichen approached Jiajia with his head sideways. "Baby, is Patekwe your uncle?"

  The uncles of the Laird family and Jia Jia’s peers are Jia Jia’s uncles.

  Li Jia nodded, turned his head to look at someone with a gentle smile but cold eyes, and said a name: "Zero Patkove Laird."

  Lu Yichen smiled silently, stood still, touched Jiajia's long hair with his slender palms, stroked her cheeks with his fingers, bowed his head and put stickers on the corners of her lips.