"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."

Hei Yang held the fluttering red glass with one hand, and quickly came to the side of the mothers and braked tightly.

"Well, you shouldn't be too late, right?"

Hei Yang glanced at his mother with some fear, scratched his head with a smile and asked: "Everyone is so early, hahaha..."

Qing Yiyi and everyone: "Stare!"

"Ah, why are you looking like this, hahaha..."

The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced himself to let go of Hong Li from his hand with a smile.

The latter still looked like he was out of his mind at this time, his face was dull, his clothes were quite neat, but his hair looked quite messy.

"Why do we look like this, can I tell you as my mother?"

After a moment of astonishment, Qing Yiyi came back to her senses, snorted softly, glared at Hei Yang and said, "I also asked if you were late for too long. Is it right to be late?"

"Ah, this, no, no, hahaha..."

Hei Yang laughed repeatedly and waved his hands, but his mother forced him to step back.

In the eyes of Xiao Huo, it is clear that dad Hei Yang is nearly 1.8 meters tall, but in front of grandma's height of about 1.65 meters, he looks very thin and small, and looks like he dare not show off his grandeur.

"Ah this..."

A bit of confusion flashed in Xiao Huo's eyes.

Does dad need to be so afraid of grandma?

Obviously grandma is very gentle, has a good temper, smiles all day long, and is super nice to her granddaughter, so she’s not scary at all!

Xiao Huo doesn’t quite understand. (Hei Yang: Yeah, deal with it!)

Hei Yang can only say that there is a huge difference between the mother in his eyes and the grandma in front of Xiao Huo!

"No? What is it if it's not?"

Qing Yi pressed forward step by step, raising her head slightly to look at her son's panicked face, her eyes sparkling.

"Ah, this, it is, it is, what is it..."

Beads of sweat oozed from Heiyang's forehead, and his mind went blank.

Now that he was forced into a corner, he watched his mother tiptoe slightly and stare into his eyes.

"Tell me, let me ask you, is it right to be late?"

Qing Yiyi's voice was dull, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, not right at all!"

The hair all over Hei Yang's body stood on end, and he waved his hands repeatedly with a look of panic.

"What's wrong? Huh?"

Qing Yiyi narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You mean, mom, what I said is wrong, right?"

"Ah, no, no!"

The corner of Hei Yang's mouth twitched: "How is that possible?!"

"Then tell me everything, what's wrong!"

Qing Yiyi hummed softly, folded her arms and turned away.

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Hei Yang relaxed a little, adjusted his mood, lowered his head and did self-examination.

"First of all, it's wrong to be late. This is a sign of not having a correct sense of time. It's obviously already afternoon, but I'm still..."

Hei Yang looked like he was memorizing the text. The more he spoke, the smoother he became, his feelings became more sincere, and his tone became more sincere.

"Well, well, that's it, yes, my understanding is not bad..."

Qing Yiyi half-closed her eyes, hummed and nodded slightly.

"Second, I didn't notify you before I couldn't arrive in time, but I tried to go..."

Hei Yang continued: "Then thirdly, as the backbone of the family and half of the responsibilities of a family, we must always take responsibility and help each other. We cannot..."

"Well, well, yes, that's it..."

"Uh..."

Lan Yuying on the side looked at her best friend training her son-in-law. She couldn't help but laugh and shook her head, then turned to look at her daughter.

However, seeing her daughter in a standby state, Lan Yuying's eyes flashed with doubts.

"Xiao Li?"

Lan Yuying walked over slowly and complained half-amusingly: "You haven't slept enough at this hour. Look at how lost you are..."

"Ah? Ah..."

Hong Li turned her head slightly and nodded suddenly when she saw her mother.

"Ah, mom, you are here, good morning..."

Lan Yuying: "???"

Several question marks popped up on Lan Yuying's head.

"What's wrong with this kid? How can he lose his soul even if he sleeps?"

Lan Yuying stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Hongli.

"Xiao Li, what number is this? Is it three, four, or five?"

"Uh-huh?"

Hongli looked at the two fingers stretched out by Lan Yuying in a dazed way, was stunned for a moment, and smiled brightly: "It's one, hahaha..."

Lan Yuying: "..."

"Oh, Xiaoli!"

While Hei Yang managed to stabilize his mother, he couldn't help but wince when he saw that he was being tortured by his mother-in-law in a dazed state.

"I'm coming! Give me five minutes!"

Hei Yang came to Hong Li Lan Yu Ying's side in one swift step.

"Ah?"

Lan Yuying turned to look at her son-in-law in confusion.

"Ahem, really, it only takes five minutes!"

Hei Yang smiled coquettishly and didn't explain much. He stretched out five fingers to gesture towards Lan Yuying, and then came to Hong Li's side.

"Come on, Xiaoli, raise your arms..."

Hei Yang helped Hong Li continue to tidy up her clothes with a gentle voice. Although the outside was tightly wrapped, some wrinkles that were not neat and beautiful still needed to be sorted out. Besides...

Hei Yang helped Hong Li tidy up her clothes, then turned around and moved behind her, took out a small comb and began to quickly, conscientiously and skillfully help her comb and tie up her messy hair.

Next, he took out a handkerchief from nowhere, condensed his spiritual power into water, and rubbed it on Hong Li's little face.

"Ah woo woo..."

Hongli made a grunting sound of unknown meaning.

But the next moment, Hei Yang took out another dry hand towel and wiped the other person's face dry, revealing a fresh face.

"Well, by the way, there's this..."

Hei Yang paused, then took out a small sponge, patted Hong Li's face gently, took it back, took out a small mirror, put his head next to the other's head, and looked at their faces.

One is still confused, the other has a bright smile.

"Okay, now you look energetic!"

Hei Yang looked at the well-matched couple in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and took the mirror back.

Hei Yang turned his head and looked at the mothers aside with a smile.

"Five minutes, do it, ah, wait..."

Before Hei Yang finished speaking, he suddenly froze for a moment, coughed slightly, took out a handkerchief to cover it, and turned to kiss Hong Li's face.

"mua?~(′e｀)"

"Hmm? Hmm!!!"

Hong Li suddenly woke up and raised her head.

"Ah? Ah! What happened!"

The memory in her mind still shows her struggling desperately in bed, refusing to obey, and then Hei Yang smiled tenderly and stretched out his claws...

"Hiss!"

Hong Li took a deep breath, her whole body tensed up, and then she reacted and turned her head to look aside.

"Hey, good morning Xiaoli!"

Hei Yang smiled slightly at Hong Li who had returned to her soul.

"?!!"

Hongli shrank suddenly when she saw a familiar face.

She subconsciously tightened her legs and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Grass, Black Sun?!"
To be continued...