When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Qing Wu hugged the crying baby and stuffed it into Yan Chenjue's arms, "Hug it!"

Seeing it, a trace of astonishment and bewilderment flashed across Yan Chenjue's face.

He lowered his head and looked at the delicate and soft doll in his arms, like a small piece of porcelain that might be broken at any time.

The young man hugged him carefully, and he didn't even dare to move in the posture that Cai Qingwu pushed the child over just now.

I don't know the reason, probably because the child was born with an instinctive dependence on his father.

Obviously just now she was still crying loudly, but she stayed in Yan Chenjue's arms for a moment, and the crying gradually weakened.

The bewilderment on Yan Chenjue's face was relieved a little at this time, he was relieved, and felt a bit of comfort in his heart, it seemed that raising a child was not as scary as he imagined.

He gently hugged Yan Muqing into his arms, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and blinked at the little milk bag.

The child was so amused by him that he laughed.

Qingwu was shocked, "You really have the talent to raise children? That's amazing!"

She leaned over and poked her head to tease the child, and the little doll smiled even more happily.

Qingwu poked the soft and tender cheek of the little milk bag, and asked: "Stinky boy, do you like your father more or me?"

Naturally, this little baby who is not yet full-term can't answer her, but Qingwu still said with a smile: "Is your father prettier or am I prettier?"

Yan Chenjue sharpened her voice, and replied in a soft, juvenile voice, "Naturally, my mother looks good."

After hearing this, Qingwu was even happier, if the occasion wasn't inappropriate, she would stand on tiptoe and kiss him.

Even if she didn't do this, the sticky emotion in her eyes made the young man's cheeks turn red, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Wanting to make fun of Yan Chenjue again, a bright red aura flashed, and 'Yan Chenjin' appeared in the hall again.

He also held a woman's arm in his hand.

The moment he appeared, 'Yanchenjin' threw the woman on Yan Lansheng.

That woman's life was not very stunning, even far worse than Yu's.

Qingwu was a little surprised, could this woman be Yanchen's real mother?
The next moment, Yanchen's true voice immediately answered Qingwu's guess, and he cried out, "Mother, mother..."

Mrs. Zhen was obviously frightened, she leaned against Yan Lansheng, and was so nervous that she didn't even hear Yan Chen's real voice.

"Zhen'er." Yan Lansheng also called her.

Only then did Madam Zhen come back to her senses, and when she raised her eyes, she met the bloodthirsty eyes of 'Yan Chenjin', and immediately shrank back a few times in fright, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he wants to kill me, you save me!" Save me, save me quickly!"

This is Mrs. Zhen's forte, what she is best at, and it is also the reason why she can be favored.

The woman Lihua burst into tears, and the gesture of lying on Yan Lansheng's heart seemed to be calculated, very artificial.

Qingwu said helplessly: "What kind of vision does your father have? Putting aside a beautiful and decent beauty like your mother, he actually dotes on such a woman?"

The young man looked at the man in the hall with disdain, and said: "Such a man is not worthy of my mother's liking, he should be worthy of the most inferior thing."

After all, Yan Chenjue felt that he seemed a bit vicious, and looked at me tremblingly, "Did I say too much?"