Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

Yan Shiting's colder face than the iceberg suddenly resembled a volcanic eruption, and the whole person's anger was burning.

Xiaobao knew that the glacier had collapsed, and would accidentally bury it, and shivered a little, compensating for her small smiley face, "Xiaobao didn't mean anything else, it was because you couldn't speak a whole sentence angrily, and followed you After saying that, you are a beast in my mother's eyes."

"Enough!" He snarled and roared in a depressive voice, his powerful voice oscillating from his chest.

Xiaobao digs out her small ears, knowing that he is really angry, and can no longer pluck hair on the tiger's forehead. "Uncle Yan, please remember Article 6."

Don't blame Xiaobao. Yan Shiting breathed out a long breath. He hasn't been so angry for a long time. Ordinary people really can't make him interested and angry. During this time, since he met Cheng Yingxuan, the anger of this life was almost born to her.

He is a man who speaks and counts, "It's not you who scolds, it's your mother."

"You said it hurts my mother..." The little guy tried hard, no matter what, he couldn't watch his mother being bullied.

Cheng Yingxuan touched Xiaobao's little head, "Son, the old lady won't hit you anymore."

"It's still a good son in the world," Cheng Xiaobao held her hand in her small hand. "Xuan Xuan, you just understand."

She crouched down and looked at her son's handsome and cute little white face. "Of course I understand that my son must be the best in the world." At least in her heart.

"You are also the best mother." The little guy sipped loudly in her small face.

The two mothers and sons interacted warmly, apparently forgetting that Yan Shiting, who was making Hongchuan atmosphere, was still in the living room.

Yan Shiting looked at this big and small, two big and small gangsters... cute.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, his emotions had been replaced by what he had previously thought.

"Xiaobao, you go to bath yourself and sleep." Cheng Yingxuan kissed his son's face back. The son's room also has a bathroom.

Xiaobao nodded obediently, tilted his head and looked at Yan Shiting, the black-faced god, and he seemed to have lost a lot of his anger.

Sure enough, it was a paper tiger. The mother just angered him so much, and thought that blood splashed into the living room...

Of course, Uncle Yan splashed blood.

Unexpectedly, he had a loud thunder and little rain.

The legendary President Yan Luo, but so.

The little one carried his little hands on his back and walked arrogantly towards his bedroom.

Cheng Yingxuan sat back on the sofa and glanced leisurely at Yan Shiting's tight lips. His lips were thin and sensual, and there was an urge to make her want to kiss. "Mr. Yan seems to have something to ask me?"

"This is just like your normal IQ." Her eyes were sharp enough, which was obvious. He asked coldly, "Cheng Yingxuan, is Cheng Xiaobao's biological father me?"

Leng Sen's eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring at her expression, not missing her slightest response.

Cheng Yingxuan, from the moment he got along with Xiaobao, was afraid that he would see anything. He had already made psychological preparations, first surprised him reflectively, and then showed incredible eyes, "Mr. Yan, your brain will not have a fever. Is that right? Asking such an impossible question, how long have I known you."

He narrowed Han Sen's eyes slightly, wanting to see if she was lying, and Han Rui's gaze almost looked at her thoroughly.

Who is Cheng Yingxuan, the most ruthless killer in the organization, will he be shocked by him?

"I wish Xiaobao was your son." She shrugged. "Unfortunately not."