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

Cheng Yingxuan picked up his son's small body in coordination, "I am wronging my baby." Zhao Yan Shiting flicked a knife in the eye, "Why are my sons murdered?"

"Cheng Yingxuan, have you been such a child?" Yan Shiting coldly looked like a glacier, disgruntled. "Are you afraid of spoiling him?"

"What do you know, my son is rare to be coquettish." She made a "boom" on Xiaobao's tender face. Xiaobao was so distressed that she was so sensible. "Besides, it's not normal that Xiaobao doesn't like you. ? Does everybody like you? You are not RMB. Pretend."

Yan Shiting's head was suffocating with black smoke, and his extremely cold face looked particularly terrifying. "Who said that Xiaobao doesn't like me? I called my father just now."

Cheng Xiaobao showed incredible eyes, "Uncle Yan, aren't your brains rusty? You're not my father, how can I call your dad?" Zhanyi patted the small breast, "Even if my dad is a rabbit, I don't I will recognize thieves as fathers!"

"You shouted several times last night, don't believe it and ask your mother." Yan Shiting blushed and told the truth breathlessly.

"Really?" Cheng Xiaobao's crystal bright eyes looked at his mother.

Cheng Yingxuan nodded, "Xiaobao is telling dreams."

"Uncle Yan heard that?" Cheng Xiaobao sneered. "I was playing games with my dad in a dream."

"What game?" Yan Shiting black face, if not a childish game, he can accompany.

Cheng Xiaobao jumped out of bed, wearing small slippers, his hands behind his back, snorted, opened the curtains, and stood in front of the window, chanting a poem inscrutable: "I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu. Uncle Yan will not understand such a deep game."

Isn't this a poem? How did it become a game. Yan Shiting really did not understand, "Speak people."

Xiaobao looked back, with a scornful look, "Looking at Uncle Yan's expression, obviously IQ is not enough, don't understand? My mother must know, you ask her."

Cheng Yingxuan also didn't know what her son was saying, she wouldn't say it ignorantly, "Xiaobao, or explain it to him yourself."

"I and my dad are playing the game of ascension in the dream," Xiao Bao's expression looked like he was intoxicated in his dream, and his eyes were all smiles. "My dad's ghost fluttered and flew into the sky. Then I followed Fly. This is how I want to return by wind."

"What is the fear of Qionglou Yuyu?"

"I was standing on the fifteenth floor. I was human and couldn't fly. My dad took me and couldn't fly. So, I fell down together." Xiao Bao explained regretfully, "It's not stopped when I hit the ground. My dad dragged me into hell. Uncle Yan, you said, did my dad do too much moral deeds during his lifetime, he couldn't go to heaven, and he would go to hell?"

The naive little face is really asking with sad emotions.

According to ordinary people, you must coax your child. Yan Shiting is harder than a stone. "You are not nonsense. Your father does not lack virtue. Can he give birth to your son who is so bad?"

Cheng Yingxuan stared at the father and son, the corners of his mouth were a little cramped because of a strong smile, and his shoulders were also a little shaking.

Yan Shiting watched her weird reaction, "You have cramps in your mouth?"

"No." She shook her head, really like Tingting self-defamation. Who would dare to scold him in the world?

Cheng Xiaobao was red-eyed and roared with tender voice, "Uncle Yan, I hate you, very, very, very fiercely add 10,086 hate you! My dad lacked virtue and gave birth to a son, you are Can't even give birth to a grandson!"