Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ling Sheng did not stay in the hotel arranged by the program group, but in the presidential suite of Jun Shiyan.

Early the next morning, he was hooked up by the fragrance, got out of bed in a daze, half-squinted his eyes and ran over the fragrance, leaning against the kitchen door frame.

In the kitchen, a man is cutting vegetables. Ruyu's fingers are holding a small handful of young green onions. She has excellent knife skills, and her eyes light up.

Admired.

What kind of fairy man is this! Can even cook.

"Go wash first, and breakfast will be ready soon." Jun Shiyan put down the kitchen knife and put the shallots on the chopping board into the bowl, looking at the little girl's bare white feet from the corner of his eye, frowning slightly: "Put the slippers on. Come on, be careful of colds."

Ling Sheng lay on the door frame, staring at the man in front of him without blinking, his eyes were full of admiration, and he wanted to ask what else you can't do!

Jun Shiyan sighed and smiled helplessly. After wiping his hands, he walked forward, bent over and picked her up, his low voice with a smile: "Are you sleeping stupid?"

Ling Sheng shook his head hurriedly, his soft and sweet voice was hoarse, and he looked at the man in front of him seriously: "San Ye, what else can you not?"

Jun Shiyan thought for a while and said, "Please please your dad."

If he hasn’t studied before, he may need some time to adapt, he may not do well, and he will always work hard.

Ling Sheng felt sweet in his heart, coughed lowly, and gave him some tips: "You can consider to please my grandpa and grandma first, my dad is not important."

As long as grandparents nod their heads and agree, her father is really nothing. If he dares to say nothing, grandpa will have to smoke him.

"I remembered." Jun Shiyan smiled cheerfully, lowered his head and dropped a feather-like kiss on her forehead, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Good morning."

Ling Sheng was stunned for a moment, hooked the man’s neck, aimed at his lips, and quickly touched, jumping off his arms and ran away, ran to the bathroom door and said loudly: "This is the morning. Ann!"

Jun Shiyan laughed, and the laughter spread from his chest, his slender fingers touched his lips, then turned and took the slippers.

Ling Sheng patted the little heart, looked at the flushing face in the mirror, and swallowed involuntarily. Facing his prosperous beauty in the morning was a test of her self-control.

Next to it is the toothbrush, couple models, cups and towels are also couple models, hers are pink, Sanye’s is white.

Just squeezing the toothpaste, I saw the man walking from behind with a smile on the corners of his lips, holding a pair of pink slippers in his hand, squatting down beside her, gently holding her feet, and stuffing them in.

Ling Sheng's heartbeat was fierce, and he looked at the man obsessively in his eyes, and smiled softly: "Thank you Sanye."

Jun Shiyan touched her shoulder, told her to stand aside, and also picked up the toothbrush and started brushing her teeth.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the mirror and brushed their teeth. Ling Sheng was wicked and pointed at Jun Shiyan, with a frothy mouth: "Don't move."

Jun Shiyan's sword frowned slightly, his movements stopped, looking at her startled look, not knowing what her idea was.

Ling Sheng's eyes were cunning, and he stood on tiptoe and wiped the foam around his mouth. Then he laughed out loud and asked him, "Grandpa, how old are you this year?"

Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl who was smiling smugly, and said solemnly: "Grandma, you can't even remember the age of your husband now?"

Ling Sheng coughed and coughed, bent over, and changed his old voice: "People are no longer old, dementia, you said you are my husband? Why don't I remember?"

Jun Shiyan's eyes were indulgent, and he played with her: "The toothbrush in your hand, the shoes I bought, the shoes I bought, the pajamas, and your people are mine."

Ling Sheng couldn't help but let out a chuckle, and started to worry while brushing his teeth: "San Ye, you said that when I get old in the future, I really have Alzheimer's. What can I do if I don't remember anything?"

Jun Shiyan's voice was gentle: "It doesn't matter, I will make you fall in love with me once a day."