Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Since it is not an issue that affects work, it is no problem. That's it. You can't book. I'll pick you up Wednesday morning. You don't have to bring anything. ”

“The trenches are inhuman. Didn't you just say you wanted to make money to make a good life for your children and their mothers? Why are you being so generous to us? Aren't you afraid we'll eat a lot of your money?” Makoto looked at Banjianing with a laugh.

She thinks he's got a little cheat--

Banjia looked at Mahshin and said, "Don't be afraid, you won't be able to eat much more. ”

He's referring to the mother of the child, and the child, that's her and Mausoleum.

He figured it out. Whoever the son is, accept him.

Besides, he didn't hate the paddle, and it was a good coincidence.

In this life, Cheng Junguo will never know that he has a son beside him.

At this point, the mausoleum came out of the room.

When he saw Banjianin, his eyes lit up.

Soon after, he walked over and greeted Ben Jianing, “Uncle, are you here? ”

Benjamin was just thinking about him, so he met him.

Ben Jianing's gaze slipped away from Pastoral Heart's face and then landed on Pastoral Pink Jade's contemplative face.

What a handsome, elegant child.

I liked him, and I found that the kid's temperament was a little bit like him.

is… whether living in poverty or in wealth.

There is an innate virtue in all of us.

Banjia would rather say that the bottom of the marquee is good, and when he grows up, he is definitely a handsome man.

Ben's family would rather laugh at Makima, “Well, ask your mom if she'd come back to M City with me next Wednesday. ”

Makocchan was surprised to hear, “Are you going back to M City? ”

Banjianing nodded: "Well, on the sixth birthday of my niece, it was necessary to be present as an uncle. ”

“Oh...” Pastoral nodded, indicating he understood.

"Is my mom coming with you? ”

Ban Jia Ning nodded: “Together, I hear you're coming too, you're all coming with me. ”

Both...

Makocchan blinked, his eyes blackened and looked at Banjianin, so overbearing, so powerful.

“And Aunt May.” Pastoral said, afraid Mommy would miss Aunt May.

“Mm-hmm.” Benjamin nodded, lifted his wrist, looked at the time, "Is this afternoon? I can't believe I haven't had lunch yet. ”

Makoto and Makoto: …

And then what?

Does he want to invite them to dinner, or...?

Ben's family would rather look at Makoto with a smile: "Can you cook noodles for me? ”

Can Makoto refuse?

Seems... can't.

Because, he's the father of Makio, and he doesn't know, but Makio does.

Don't be too mean to his daddy in front of his son--

“Wait a minute.” Pastoral heart enters the kitchen.

Living room, just Banjianing and Mausoleum.

Makocchan sat on the couch and looked at Banjianin, "Uncle, my mommy's noodles are not good at all. ”

Ben's family laughed. “It's okay. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. Everything's good. ”

Makocchan looked at Ban Jianing and thought he was a father, without a single CEO's shelf.

"Uncle, what do you think of my mom? ”

Ben's family leaned gracefully on the couch, smiling lightly at the corner of his mouth, "What do you mean? ”

“Character, and appearance. ”

“That's incomparable. Your mommy looks pretty good. ”

“What about character?” Mausoleum looks forward to asking.

Looks like Daddy still likes Mommy.