Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the forced pregnancy: Boss pet wife addiction latest chapter!The little boy jumped off the ground, and the little man slipped out of the master bedroom.
Cheng Yingxuan was awake and walked into the master bedroom wearing slippers, just hitting Cheng Xiaobao's tiny body.
"Cold and lost." She said that in her mouth, but reached out and touched her son's head lovingly.
"Mom, I just wanted to cut Uncle Yan's flesh, he refused to put his face on." The little guy complained angrily.
Cheng Yingxuan glanced at Yan Shiting, who was sitting on the big bed, with his back against the head of the bed. "This is your fault. It's just a matter of cutting your flesh and refused. What's your face?"
Yan Shiting's cold-eyed volley shot at her, "Do you know what meat he wants to cut?"
"Bird meat." Cheng Xiaobao's small face was innocent.
Cheng Yingxuan answered, "It's not just cutting a bird..." When she touched Yan Shiting's black carbon face, her eyes fell on his crotch. "Oh, heh, heh..." Suddenly he laughed without giving face.It turned out that Xiao Bao wanted to cut someone's bird...
"Mom, what are you laughing at?" Xiao Bao looked up, her eyes wide and puzzled.
"Xiaobao is so cute." She smiled without a word, and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Yan Shiting's face was particularly ugly. This dead woman knew he was embarrassed, not only did not help him, but also laughed wildly.
Watch him look back without killing her with a big bird!
Cheng Yingxuan could feel someone's serious grudges across the wall in the bathroom, and could not help shaking, the dead man was absolutely cursing her.
At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, a large pot of Xiaobao love white rice porridge was placed on the dining room table.
The porridge is so cooked that it won't rot...
No rice or porridge.
Cheng Yingxuan installed a plate of pickles, and the three of them drank porridge with them.
"Delicious?" Xiao Bao looked at the two adults sitting next to each other with a look of expectation.
"..." Yan Shiting looked silent.It's really not good, the little guy has no talent for cooking.He doesn't lie to children, doesn't want to say it's delicious, and simply doesn't say anything.Moreover, he has never had such a simple'lunch'?
"I drank my mind." Cheng Yingxuan spoke very cleverly.
Xiao Bao looked down, "That's why my porridge is not good... Actually, I can't swallow it anymore. You two adults don't have to lie in good faith."
"Xiaobao is already very capable." She said, "You don't care about you for breakfast and lunch, poor little fellow."
Yan Shiting listened, frowned, and the cold light shot from her sharp pupils to her face, "Cheng Yingxuan, do you bring children like this?"
She was shot in the face and asked, "Why, I didn't take it well?"
"Do you feel good?" He voiced a cold voice.
"It doesn't matter to you. I have my own measure. Although Xiaobao is just over four years old, his IQ is equivalent to a child in his twenties. What's wrong with exercising the child's self-care ability?"
Yan Shiting twitched his lower lip, and that expression obviously despised her unqualified motherhood.
Cheng Yingxuan was angry. If he hadn't left in a hurry this morning, he would only come back at more than six o'clock this morning. Luo Mengna made a noise last night. Can she stay up all night?
If she did not lose sleep last night, she would not let her son cook breakfast and lunch.
It's all the fault of this dead man. What face does he blame?
"Mom, Uncle Yan also cares about me." Cheng Xiaobao shook Cheng Yingxuan's arm.
Only then did she look down.
After lunch, Yan Shiting sat on the sofa in the large living room and watched TV, watching financial news from foreign English channels.
Cheng Yingxuan grabbed the remote control and directly tuned to the channel where the cartoons were broadcast, thinking that he hadn’t explained what happened to the woman named Luo last night?