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

"No." Cheng Xiaobao shook his head. "I'm not so familiar with Uncle Mu."

Yan Shiting's cold face eased his expression.

Xiaobao looked at his left cheek without a mask, "Uncle Yan, you didn't wear a mask."

His face flashed unnaturally.

"It's nothing to wear, and it's not scary." Cheng Xiaobao's tender face had a lovely smile. "Compared to the horror movie, Uncle Yan's face is much more beautiful."

Compare him to horror movies? Yan Shiting's face instantly turned black. "That is to say, my left face is still scary?"

"Nothing." Xiaobao didn't bother with this. "Uncle Yan's plastic surgery will make her beautiful. There are many female cosmetics on the news and the ugly girl will become a swan."

Yan Shiting sat up, leaned back against the head of the bed, and took Xiaobao's small body into his arms. "How can a man be described as beautiful without using words."

Speaking of the misuse of words, he couldn't help thinking of the woman nearly six years ago. The dead woman also likes to use words.

How can Xiaobao's problems be like her?

Even Cheng Yingxuan has this problem.

His sharp eyes fell on Cheng Yingxuan's face. She had just woken up and had a lazy charm in her sleepy eyes.

His eyes sank.

Inexplicably, he overlapped her figure with the figure of the woman who had strengthened him in his mind.

There was an illusion in an instant, she was the woman nearly six years ago!

This thought shocked and thrilled him.

Cheng Yingxuan came into contact with his thoughtful, condensed eyes, and the sharp eyes seemed to have a sharp look that could be seen through.

She always felt that some secret seemed to have been seen through, and a heart was lifted, like a bucket of countless waves.

"My mom said that I used to learn words from my dad." The little guy thought for a while and said, "If Uncle Yan feels that there is a problem, he can go to my dad underground."

Yan Shiting's eyes were sharp and sharp, and he didn't refute his words. The eyes staring at Xiaobao were still full of softness, "Xiaobao, you called me'Daddy' last night."

"I dreamed of my dad last night. Uncle Yan, secretly tell you something." The little guy recalled seriously, and his lips whispered in Yan Shiting's ear. Yan Shiting's lips twitched up. Smile marks.

Cheng Yingxuan stretched her ears to eavesdrop. Because the voice was really small, she could not hear what Xiaobao said, "What is so happy to say?"

"Secret." Yan Shiting escaped two words in his lips, his face filled with indescribable joy.

"Just listen." She was very curious.

I always felt that Yan Shiting guessed something, her heart was as uneasy as being caught by a cat.

I dare not ask.

He was too clever, and in case she didn't guess, didn't she hit her foot with a rock when she was prompted?

"It's no secret if you say that." Yan Shiting palmed Fu Xiaobao's little head. "Don't tell your mom. Otherwise," he said a few words beside Xiao Bao's ear.

Cheng Yingxuan pulled his ears longer than the rabbit, but he couldn't hear half a word.

Cheng Xiaobao, the ghost spirit, nodded honestly.

"The two of you are too dull!" she yelled a little bit depressed, "I don't want to tell me anything, I don't have breakfast this morning!"

"If you don't eat, don't eat." Yan Shiting looked at her soaring and felt very seductive, and her gloomy eyes drowned in silence.