The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Because his brain has not yet developed, it will continue to develop incompletely in the future, and it may not be possible to recreate it."

Mu Changying looked at Rong Shichu with a half-smile, then withdrew her gaze and rubbed the little guy's head in his arms.

"Also, darling, you can't call him uncle, although he does look a little older."

"If you call my sister, then Yuli, my son is your nephew, and you are his elder."

This little girl is really cute, she seems to be kidnapped back home.

Fu Jiaojiao enjoyed Mu Changying's touch, her eyes narrowed comfortably.

She nodded her head, seemingly understanding, "Ah, is that so?"

The corner of Mu Changying's mouth had a warm smile like a spring breeze, and there was sincerity in those watery eyes.

"Little darling, you have to remember it in the future, don't call it wrong."

She sets up routines for children, one set at a time, and the logic of her partiality makes it impossible to pick out a single fault.

Rong Shichu was successfully disgusted, his face was covered in haze, and his face turned the color of pig liver, "You..."

His eyes were burning with anger, and he pointed at Mu Changying with trembling fingers.

Damn, this little **** is too arrogant to humiliate him like this.

Mu Changying raised her eyes, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and doubts flickered in her bright pupils.

"Son, are you so happy that you don't even know what to say?"

"That's what a mother should do, and you don't have to thank me."

She shook her head, and waved her hand quite vigorously.

For trivial matters, I don't need to thank you specially, how embarrassed.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more tense, as if a war would break out in the next second, Fu Huaizheng hurriedly hugged Fu Jiaojiao to prevent the child from being affected.

Seeing the smug face of this little bitch, Rong Shichu was upset.

He dares to treat him like this now, and if he does give birth to a child one day, wouldn't his famous capital city prince become a joke?

At that time, the Rong family's family business will not have his share, and he can only be swept out of the house in a dreadful manner.

Rong Shichu became more irritable the more he thought about it, his eyebrows were ruthless, and he couldn't help cursing, "Grass mud horse!"

Mu Changying didn't get angry at all, "Go ahead, you can do whatever you want."

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the gaze she looked at the cheap son was very intriguing.

In her first life, she had two mothers, one of whom was an adoptive mother who seemed to be honest in the countryside, but who scolded her every day.

The other is Mrs. Gu, who is pampered, confused, and dislikes her daughter and loves fake daughters.

These two people are not good goods, he can do whatever he wants.

"Crazy woman, are you crazy?"

"I warn you, you'd better be more polite to me, and then speak rudely, and I'll let you know what will happen if you offend me."

Rong Shichu was so angry that he almost fainted. He thought about it for a long time, but he never expected this **** to react like this.

Before Mu Changying could reply, Fu Huaizheng raised the phone in his hand.

"I've recorded what you said. I wonder what Rong Xiaoer's reaction will be when he hears it?"

There was a dark light in his eyes under the lens, and it disappeared in a flash, and soon returned to the gentleman's appearance, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Although he was unfamiliar with this woman, she was a woman his brother loved so badly, but it was not his turn to bully this little bastard.

"Uncle Zheng..."

"Forget the real uncle, and the fake uncle is almost the same."

When Fu Huaizheng was finished, he looked at Mu Changying, "The boy needs to be beaten, just hang up and beat him."

"Anyway, Xiao Er loves you so deeply, I will definitely not blame you."

That guy might even help his own daughter-in-law teach the disobedient cheap son.