The face of Xi Yemo was as black as ink. Damn it, this annoying little demon was actually my wife.
"Prepare the plane immediately," Xi Yemo called the butler.
"Yes."
The butler shrank his neck, he still didn't know that the Young Mistress had run away.
Mr. Xi was angry and was going to bring back that little woman for a spanking.
...
Bali, the weather in April had not so much rain, no typhoons, with an average temperature of 28℃.
A minivan full of flowers was driving leisurely in the dense forest.
"Xiao Yan, do you see that?"
Lan Xin Ai, dressed in a white dress with a flower ring on her head, seemed very fresh. She was holding Xiao Yan in her arms and pointing at the beach ahead.
"Ah ah."
Perhaps feeling his mama's mood, Xiao Yan clapped his hands and called out. The little guy was dressed in pink bodysuits, his small face looking tender and cute. His big eyes blinked, attracting many tourists' attention.
"What a cute baby, is it a girl?" A young girl approached.
