He was afraid that if Su Qingyao said another word, she would scare her to death.

After Leng Yue was dressed, Su Qingyao glanced at her again. A surge of curiosity rose in her heart as she saw Leng Yue's face flushed red, as if it were about to drip water.

This is very unusual!

Su Qingyao couldn't help but ask, "Hey... Yueyue, I've noticed you're blushing especially easily today. What's wrong? You're such a grown-up now, if you're feeling unwell, don't keep it to yourself, you have to tell me!"

Leng Yue's heart tightened suddenly, and she quickly waved her hand, her eyes darting away.

He stammered, "Maybe...maybe it's a skin allergy."

"Oh," Su Qingyao nodded, then turned her attention to the things she was packing.

Seeing that Su Qingyao didn't press the matter, Leng Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

......

Today is Saturday. After breakfast, none of them went to the company and stayed at home listlessly.

With their grandmother by their side, Zhouzhou and Momo had a great time, and the group enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation.

Lu Qingzhou sat in the middle of the sofa, looking relaxed and content.

Su Qingyao and Mu Shaohua sat on either side, like two flower fairies vying for beauty.

Looking at Lu Qingzhou's smug expression, Leng Yue felt inexplicably irritated.

So he simply sat down on the single sofa next to him, crossed his arms, and turned his head away, trying to shut out the glaring scene.

She herself couldn't understand why she suddenly had such inexplicable emotions.

That's so strange!

With a sweet smile on her face, Mu Shaohua picked up a grape and gently fed it to Lu Qingzhou.

Her voice was so sweet it could melt your heart: "Honey, are the grapes sweet?"

Su Qingyao slowly turned her gaze away from the television, looked at the two people cuddling beside her, her lips slightly upturned, and she let out a muffled groan.

She casually picked a banana from the fruit plate, peeled it gracefully, and handed it to Lu Qingzhou, saying in a sweet voice, "Honey, have a banana."

As she spoke, she gave Mu Shaohua a deliberately provocative look, her eyes seeming to say, "Let's see who can please their husband better."

Not to be outdone, Mu Shaohua's eyes flashed with a hint of stubbornness as she continued to feed Lu Qingzhou grapes, her gaze fixed on Su Qingyao as if waging a silent war.

Lu Qingzhou sat in the middle, feeling like a small boat caught in a storm, tossed about by both sides, his heart filled with helplessness.

If he kept eating, Lu Qingzhou had no doubt that he would soon be stuffed to death by the five or six pounds of fruit on the table!

Seeing that things were going badly, Lu Qingzhou's mind raced, like a high-speed machine. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and an idea came to him: take them out for a walk to distract them. Yes, that's what he'd do.