High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

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Back at the Rong Mansion, thinking of Luo Anning going on a business trip, Young Master Rong felt bored.

He took off his suit jacket lazily, put it on his shoulders, put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, his handsome face was shockingly beautiful under the crystal lamp.

Also sickly, there is Rong Xiaoshuai.

He was sitting on the carpet, playing with building blocks in his arms, Jiang Peihua was watching TV, and Mr. Rong was practicing calligraphy in the bookstore upstairs.

With one person missing, the family felt much deserted.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Peihua said without raising his head: "You are back."

"En." Young Master Rong's voice was muffled, he took a few strides to the sofa and sat down, looking at his son who was ignoring him, he couldn't help stretching out his foot and kicking his little butt lightly.

"Xiaoshuai Rong, haven't you seen your dad come back?"

The young commander helplessly wiped his sweat, "It's so annoying."

Rong Shao stared, pinched his collar and carried him into his arms, "Who did you learn this sentence from?"

"I learned from Ma Ma." The young marshal (⊙o⊙).

Rong Shao was angry, "Who bothered your mother?!"

Don't die, his woman dares to provoke, tired of life?

The young marshal pointed at him with his fleshy fingers in line with the good character of children not to lie.

Young Master Rong pointed at himself and sneered: "You mean me? I'm annoying your mother? No, your mother said I was annoying? Damn, Rong Xiaoshuai, who taught you to lie when you were young? Stretch out your hand and hit your palm!"

"Grandma~" The young marshal acted like a spoiled child to rescue the soldiers.

Jiang Peihua stretched out his hand, snatched his grandson back into his arms, and glared at his son, "Who allowed you to hit my precious grandson? How dare you want to hit his little palm, do you want to be beaten?"

Young Master Rong tugged on his tie and howled, "Mom, you're biased!"

Jiang Peihua didn't seem to hear his howling, and glanced at the time on his own, reached out to touch his head, and stuffed Xiaoshuai into his arms, "It's getting late, go take a bath for Xiaoshuai, Put him to sleep."

"You're a man who can't even take a shower by yourself, are you ashamed, huh?" Rong Shao looked at the little meat ball in his arms with extreme contempt, hugged him arrogantly, and went upstairs while contemptuous.

Jiang Peihua clicked his tongue in the living room. Although he was his own mother, he had to complain: "Rong Yan, do you dare to be more childish?"

In the bathroom, Young Master Rong was running the bath water, while making bubbles with the bath liquid, he said to the little guy standing beside him, "Take yourself off and come over here."

The little guy said very seriously: "Mama takes a bath, it's all Mama's take off!"

"I'm not your mother. Acting like a baby is useless to me. Take it off quickly, and you can't wash it if it's so rough."

The young marshal pouted with a red mouth, and reluctantly raised his short arms to lift up his clothes. With such small arms and short legs, it took a lot of effort to take off his clothes. The clothes got stuck on his head, and he couldn't take them off.

He was anxious: "Oh!"

"Ha ha……"

Rong Shao sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching him anxiously turning around like a small spinning top, and laughed unconscionably.

"(╯^╰)!" The young marshal sat down on the floor, motionless, his head was covered by his clothes, and his gleaming white belly was bare.

"Angry?" Rong Shao suppressed his smile, stretched out his hand to hug him on his lap, and released him, not forgetting to teach: "How can a man be so small, like a little girl."

"(╯^╰)!"

Undressed, he was put into the bathtub with a plop, Young Master Rong wet his towel to wash his face, the soft towel rubbed his chubby cheeks violently, his whole face was almost deformed.