My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Mother Zhou was shocked. She looked at the three people in the kitchen, three members of the family, and Dad was colder than Mommy...

Baiqi's face is completely different from Yu's. It takes a little time for Zhou mother to digest this news. However, she has always felt strange. Baiqi is so good for Si Leng, and Si Leng likes Baiqi. It seems that there is an invisible bond between them that wraps them together. Zhou Yao is also weird for Baiqi. There is an indescribable ambiguity between the two people...

Now that Mother Zhou knows why, this is one of the destiny of the underworld.

Mother Zhou felt immense comfort and excitement. It would be nice if Yu could come back. This would finally lead a normal life for the two of them. Over the years, this would make her crazy for the two of them.

Mother Zhou likes it, whether it was the old Iris or the current Baiqi. She doesn't have a daughter herself, she really treats her as her own daughter to hurt.

Before Mother Zhou walked up, she wanted to talk to Baiqi, but Zhou Yao stopped, “Mom, go home first. ”

“But...” Mother Zhou looked at the mother and son in the kitchen.

“Mom, there are some things that have not been resolved yet. I will change her face again. Don't worry about these...”

“Well," Mother Zhou nodded, one of the big stones in her heart finally fell, she could feel at ease, she looked at Zhou Yao sentimentally, “Son, Yuki has suffered a lot, she risked her life to give birth to a son for you, you should treat her well in the future, this house is too small, you always live here is unrealistic, you solve the problem early and take her home. ”

“I know.” Zhou Yao nodded.

……

Mother Zhou left and the family sat at the dinner table for three.

Baiqi picked out the fish brain in the fish head and put it in Zhou Si Leng's bowl, “Si Leng, you need to supplement your brain so that you can learn wisely. ”

Zhou Siliang ate the fish brain, “Okay, Baiqi let me eat whatever I want. ”

Zhou Yao looked at his son's eyebrow flying colorful dance expression, he stumbled on his eyebrow and then kicked Baek Qi under the table. His meaning was obvious --- What am I eating?

Baek Qi glanced directly at him. How old is he? Does he think he is a child? Does he need someone else to clip the dishes?

She ignored him.

But the man kicked her under the table again.

Baki,...

She had to stretch out the chopsticks and pick them off and put them in his bowl.

The man was satisfied, he picked a sword brow and then ate the fish eye with great elegance.

Next week Si Leng Xiaobao quit, Baiqi is his woman, she helped him clip the dishes is scriptural, but why should she help his father more than clip the dishes?

“Daddy, don't you have your own hands? Why do you want Baiqi? ”

Zhou Yao immediately sunk his face. Is this little bastard fighting with him?

Lifting his thin lips, he wanted to reprimand him for two words.

But then Baiqi promptly said, “Si Ling, eat, you can't talk on the table. ”

“Oh, okay, then I won't talk.” Zhou Si Leng's little friend vowed to continue the good baby's image. He wanted Baiqi's joy.

Nobody can rob Baiqi with him!

Xiaosi bowed her head and ate. Baiqi immediately looked up at the man across the street, and it was obvious what she meant --- Don't talk to the murderous son!

Zhou Yao snorted his thin lips and he replied silently - he provoked me first!

Baiqi was angry and funny. The more he lived, the more he went back, the more he compared himself to his son.

She kept eating with her eyes open.

Zhou Yao saw her ignore him. His feet under the table snagged into her slender legs and then clamped tightly.

Baek Qi's ears are red, this man!

Zhou Yao was only satisfied, and he slowed down Sly to continue eating.

……

After eating, Zhou Siliang's little potty friend got tangled up again. His big amber eyes kept looking at Zhou Yao. Why isn't Dad leaving yet?

Zhou Silian Xiaobaoyou did not intend to ask Daddy proactively because... he was afraid of being threatened again, this time he changed tactics, the enemy could not move, he did not move.

Baiqi washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen. She grabbed Zhou Silian's little hand and said, "Silian, go, let's take a bath and go to bed early. ”

“Sure.” Zhou Silian's little friend jumped into the room with Baiqi.

Baiqi put hot water in his bath. Zhou Siliang put his pajamas on and went into the quilt himself. Baiqi lay beside him to tell him a story.

Zhou Silian Xiaobaoyou called it a happiness, the time without a light bulb is really wonderful.

But then the door was pushed open by a "squeak”, a tall British body appeared in sight, Zhou Yao came in.

The man stood in front of the bed with one hand in his pants pocket, he glanced at his son, and then set his gaze on Baiqi's face, “Do you have my pajamas? ”

He wants to stay here.

I felt Zhou Si Leng's eyes floating towards her face. Baiqi was very unnatural. She answered without saying, "No...”

She doesn't have men's clothes here.

Zhou Yao did not speak any more, he turned and walked straight to the bathroom.

“Daddy,” Zhou Silian's little friend couldn't help it. He stood up and yelled, “Are you going to sleep here at night? But the couch outside is cold...”

“Isn't there a bed here?” Zhou Yaotou did not return either.

“But there is only one bed...”

“It's okay, squeeze.” Zhou Yao entered the bathroom.

Zhou Si Leng's little boyfriend's whole face faded. He didn't know what was going on. He slept in a bed with his woman, and now his father is more squeezed in than he is.

This... doesn't make sense, does it?

“Baiqi, my father is really more annoying than I am. Don't worry, I'll get rid of him later...” Zhou Silian said after a short delay, and he euphemistically said, “Even if I can't get rid of him, I won't let him touch you, I will protect you. ”

The child's words were not contradictory, but Baiqi's ears were burning behind her, making her even more embarrassed.

“Srin, let me continue telling you the story...”

The story tells another story, and soon the bathroom door opens. In the winter, he also flushes a cold bath. As soon as the door opens, the cool air inside blends with the fragrance of the bath.

Baiqi's head was lowered, but the man's temper could not be ignored. He was only wearing a black shirt and only two buttons in his eyes...

“Dad, you're sleeping next to me!” Zhou Si Leng's little potty friend quickly photographed the bed next to himself.

Zhou Yao did not speak. He slept submissively with his son.

Baiqi shoved her little hands back into the quilt, and she said softly, "Shrink, don't catch cold. ”

“I know,” said Zhou Silian's little friend, looking at his dad with great caution, "Dad, we agreed beforehand that you can sleep here, but you can't touch Baiqi. ”