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

He looked at the young man's momentum, why is he a bit familiar?

Who is it like?

The cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the little guy seemed like himself.

If it were not clear that he was completely infertile, at this moment, almost all thought that Xiao Bao was his son.

Xiao Bao looked at his indifferent face, observed for a few seconds, tender voice said, "You are not afraid of cosmetic surgery failure."

"The appearance of a man is not so important."

"So what are you doing?"

"For your mother."

"She just said you don't need you for her, I heard it." Xiao Bao stared at the mask on his left cheek. "Uncle Yan, do you think that wearing the mask is not as handsome as Uncle Mu, so you want to be handsome? "

I have to admit the truth of Xiaobao. Yan Shiting's face was black, "What is thinking wildly."

The little guy reached out to take off his mask. He stretched out his big palm, wrapped his tender little paws, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Uncle Yan, you always wear a mask on your left face, can you show me how ugly your left face is?"

"..." The ugly word really annoys him, "Nothing beautiful!"

"I heard you said that the doctor will give you a consultation tomorrow. You let the doctor see it. Why can't I see it?"

"I don't want to scare you." This is also true.

"That's too small to look at me." Cheng Xiaobao patted his small breast. "Uncle Yan, I'll tell you, I'm not afraid of ghosts. Your ugly left face looks better than ghosts."

He really didn't know what was going on in this kid's head, and he always made him cry, "Did you ever see a ghost?"

"The kind shown in the movie."

He said blankly, "The movie is fake. There are no ghosts in the world."

Cheng Xiaobao changed his posture, sitting on his thighs with his little legs on his knees. While he was unprepared, he was about to uncover his mask again. He caught his little hand quickly with eyes, "Don't make trouble."

Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a while, "Uncle Yan, I will give you a tenth, you have 11 points, let me see if your left face is good?"

"No."

"twenty."

"..."

"Thirty, forty..." Cheng Xiaobao all the way up to 80, Yan Shiting remained indifferent.

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it!" Cheng Xiaobao snorted in his little nose and couldn't get any more points.

"Ninety-nine nine nine." Yan Shiting suddenly said a number.

"Huh?" Cheng Xiaobao didn't understand.

"You give me 99.9, I will show you my face."

"It's too late, Uncle Mu is one point less than you!"

"Say that he has less points than me, which means you agree." Yan Shiting raised his hand to reveal the mask on his left face.

Cheng Xiaobao just refused to say that his mask was taken off and put on his little hand. Xiaobao held the unstable mask in one hand and held it in the other. The eyes of Shui Gulu looked at Yan Shiting covered with white pits The left face of the uneven scar suddenly forgot to breathe.

Yan Shiting's sharp eyes stared at the little expression of the little guy. The little guy's face was deep and inconsistent with the young age, saying that it was not like being afraid.

I didn't intend to let the little guy watch it, but it scared him, because he scored higher than Mu Yufeng.

Can't stand Xiao Bao think Mu Yufeng is better than him.

The most scared crying child.

It can be imagined that in case Xiaobao is afraid of him in the future, he feels an uncomfortable feeling in his cold heart.