A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

A little monkey spirit who is the size of a little ghost, he doesn't talk about it in the same way, but he has a lot of fancy intestines in his stomach.

Bowing his head, Lu Yan's usually cold and unwavering gaze, when he glanced at him again, showed an unconscious softness.

But the voice is cold——

"Say!"

"Hey, are you chasing my mommy?"

He raised his elbow and stabbed it behind him.

Little Tang Tang gave Lu Yan an elbow, raised his eyebrows, and urged him to speak quickly.

In return, Lu Yan reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you asking nonsense, kid!"

"This is not a nonsense question. I have to confirm the number of my future father. According to Mommy's method, this is called a specific matter. When it is implemented on a specific person, it needs to be treated individually, and a detailed plan must be made, and then it will be broken one by one! Hmm... ...Although I don't quite understand what she means, but—for my brother and I's future considerations, I must take care of Mommy and choose my future father carefully. So, handsome uncle, you have to work hard, your competitors can Not ordinary people!"

Tangtang clenched her fist and made a cheering gesture to Lu Yan.

this kid!

The light in the eyes changed, Lu Yan stared at the little guy with a small mouth in front of him, and snorted lightly: "If you talk nonsense again, I will take back what I promised you..."

"Hey, hey, I don't take you like this! There's no reason for a man to take back what he said!"

Facing Chi Guoguo's threat, Tangtang met Lu Yan's deep eyes fearlessly, pouting his mouth, chattering in defense.

But after staring at those eyes for a while, the silence at this moment made Tangtang a little anxious.

He simply discarded the previous "big truth" and promised Lu Yan with his hands up: "I won't ask any more, and I won't ask again in the future! But, handsome uncle, you have to take me to play with guns! No toys, but The ones with bullets, the kind that will 'bang bang' when you hit them. You have to go to sit in a real, very big tank, fly a plane..."

The pink mouth opened and closed.

Tangtang clattered and offered a lot of conditions, and the more he talked, the more excited he became.

Unknowingly, the father and son, who were at war a few days ago, have drawn closer to each other because of common topics and secret agreements.

It seemed, just for a moment.

That layer of alienation, almost resistance, is gradually melting away.

"Snapped--"

The soft little hand was printed on Lu Yan's palm.

After a heavy blow, the eyes of the father and son met.

At this time, the electronic lock outside the door heard a prompt to enter the password.

Tangtang, who was cheerful just now, suddenly withdrew her hand, didn't even hit her, and went back under the covers and pretended to be asleep.

Quietly, kicking her calves, slowly got up from the warm embrace, lay on Lu Yan's shoulder, slowly shifted her gaze to the door, and called softly to those who approached.

"Mom...my..."

"It's done?"

Without leaving a trace, he glanced at the brat pretending to be asleep, Lu Yan stood up quietly with his arms in his arms, and turned to Bao Jinghan.

"Well...Thinking about it, they don't dare to make trouble anymore."

Smiling and nodding, Bao Jinghan clapped his hands and opened his arms toward Jingjing: "Can you hug Mommy? Uncle Lu is going to work soon, so Jingjing can let Uncle Lu wash up!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mengbao nodded slowly.

Bao Jinghan reached out to take the little guy, looked at his half-changed clothes, and put him down: "Quiet, can you wear trousers?"

Holding a pair of handsome little jeans, Bao Jinghan was undoing the chain of his trousers when he felt a soft little hand resting on his cheek.

Then, it was the soft and waxy child's voice, saying every word: "Mom... Mi... Hard... Bitter..."