Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 920

Mu Jin's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment, but he still followed Ai Lin's instructions: "It's a little cold outside, wear more!"

Ai Lin nodded, and when she went back to grab her clothes, she was no longer there.

Ai Lin could only silently sigh in her heart. The more Mu Jin treated her in this way, the more she would … I don't like it!

When he pa.s.sed by the pharmacy, the lights were still on. Mr. Tong pinched his beard and frowned, experimenting again and again, but there were still sighs coming from time to time.

Ai Lin felt that there was no hope now.

Then, they entered the kitchen, only to see a firewood burning under the stove in the kitchen. Su'er and Ning Zheyan's ashen faces were flushed red from the firewood.

"What are you two doing?" Ai Lin was extremely surprised.

When Su'er saw Ai Lin, she immediately jumped down from Ning Zheyan's body and extended her two dirty little hands, happily saying: "Mother, we are roasting sweet potatoes, but Zheyan is so stupid, we have roasted it for so long, still not cooked yet!"

Ai Lin looked at Su'er's two black hands, which were all carbon dust. On the ground, there was a half cooked sweet potato, and then she looked at the stove.

Zheyan, you are roasting sweet potatoes, you are treating it as though it was roasted!

"Zheyan has never cooked before since she was young!" On the other side, Ning Zheyan was also wronged. He thought that he was once Yan Yu Manor's Villa Master, but there were people waiting on him even when she ate and slept with them.

However, he could not withstand the Su'er's coercion, so he had no choice but to follow him.

"Aiya, look at your hands. Don't touch me. Hurry up and was.h.!.+" Seeing that Su'er had spread open her arms and requested a hug, Ai Lin immediately carried him to the well and carefully washed his hands.

Ning Zheyan also walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and washed his hands. He then lifted the long hair on his forehead, and began to clean it.

Su'er didn't wash her hands properly. There were several times when water splashed on Ning Zheyan's face and hair, but Ning Zheyan didn't mind as she continued to wash.

His every move had the grace of a girl, but also the agility of a boy.

After cleaning the noodles, Ning Zheyan even took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the water off her face.

And Su'er, after was.h.i.+ng her hands, directly threw the water on Ning Zheyan's body mischievously.

"Su'er, this is very rude!" Ai Lin immediately stopped her, and looked around Su'er's body, only to find that there was no handkerchief, and she was also not wearing any.

Su'er pouted, as if she was unhappy. She raised her head and looked at Ai Lin: "Mother, you also didn't say that you can't!"

"It used to be before, but now you can't. You're a girl so you have to be polite. Also, why don't you have a handkerchief on your body?" Ai Lin was really depressed. When she was young, she was already eight or nine years old, and she still carried a handkerchief with her body that was used to wipe her face and wipe her mouth.

"Mother, you didn't embroider for me!" Su'er said as if it was as expected, and then, he reached out to grab Ning Zheyan's clothes, wanting to use Ning Zheyan's red clothes to wipe her face.

Once again, he was rejected by Ai Lin, "Su'er, you are not allowed to wipe it away!"

Sigh, this child, logically speaking, the Su'er should have been taught well how to teach him previously.

"Use Zheyan's?" Ning Zheyan watched on from the side, eyes as gentle as water, as she handed over the handkerchief in her hand to Ai Lin.

Ai Lin glanced at it, and shook her head: No need, this is your personal property, and cannot be used as you wis.h.!.+

As he said that, Ai Lin used his sleeve to wipe Su'er's face, but Su'er still held onto Ning Zheyan's enchanting red gown without letting go, tugging and tugging as if it were really fun, "Mother, Zheyan is so beautiful while wearing red, Su'er wants to wear it too!"

Ai Lin glanced at Ning Zheyan, who was standing beside him. She did not seem to have a temper, as if she was already used to it.

Only then did Ai Lin remember that Ning Zheyan had become the Su'er's nanny, accompanying him in eating, drinking and playing with him. The two of them stayed together the whole day, and only when they were almost asleep did the Su'er come back.

As for his and Mu Jin, her two biological parents, they seemed to be just observing from the sidelines, and had even forgotten that the Su'er was their child.

"Only those with red skin and white skin look good in it!" Ai Lin thought and sent an apologetic look at Ning Zheyan.

After Ning Zheyan heard this, she smiled. "small tail, are you praising Zheyan?"

"Hmph, my skin is obviously very white too!" Hearing this, Su'er seemed to be angry, her small mouth pouted, her hands hugged, as she was about to run towards Ning Zheyan's direction.

"Good, good, good. You're useless, you're useless!" Ai Lin coaxed as she pulled Su'er.

Pulling Su'er to her side, she said to Ning Zheyan: "Go back and sleep, I'll be troubling you for the past few days!"

Taking care of a man and his children was simply a form of torture for a man. It was fortunate that Ning Zheyan had brought him along for so many days without any complaints or regret.

If Ai Lin knew how proud, how sinister, and how much she hated children Ning Zheyan had once been, she probably would be very surprised. How did the current Ning Zheyan become like this.

"small tail, do you and I need to talk about this?" Ai Lin said these words, but they seemed somewhat estranged, so Ning Zheyan did not like it.

"No, no, mother, Su'er still wants to roast sweet potatoes!" Hearing that Ning Zheyan wanted to return, Su'er immediately reached out and grabbed her sleeves, pouting as she looked at him.

"If you don't want me to roast it, then Su'er will find father to roast it!" The Su'er looked like she was determined to eat the roasted sweet potato, and then felt a little wronged: "It's a pity that Master isn't here, and Master will always give Su'er something to eat the roasted sweet potato at this time of year, it's so fragrant … …"

To let Mu Jin, the person who lived like a prince, roast sweet potatoes? Forget it!

"Alright, alright, let's roast it together!" Anyway, she came out to eat the sweet potatoes.

Ning Zheyan laughed once again. Under the hazy moonlight, that smile was like a fleeting flower, beautiful and captivating.

"Then Zheyan will go and get a few more sweet potatoes!"

"No no, go get some straw and dry branches, I will take Su'er to get the sweet potatoes, we will roast the sweet potatoes in the backyard!" Ai Lin had a lot of experience with roasted sweet potatoes.

"Alright!" Ning Zheyan answered crisply, his words full of laughter, and then he looked around with his bewitching phoenix eyes. Although his face showed doubt, Ning Zheyan felt extremely happy when he thought about how he could get along with Wei Yuanwei.

After Ai Lin and Su'er picked up a few sweet potatoes and walked towards the backyard holding Su'er's hand, the backyard was full of herbs and vegetables, Ai Lin then found a relatively s.p.a.cious plot of land, picked up her shovel and started digging.

"Mother, Zheyan seems to like you a lot!" Su'er had played with Ning Zheyan for so long, how could she not understand what Ning Zheyan was thinking? It was clearly written on her face.