Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 354 Ma Ma, do you miss Dad?
"Abusing minors is illegal, Kong Xinyao, even if he did something wrong, you are an adult, can't you talk to him properly? Is he Wu Haosi's child? After so many years, you never thought of going to him , tell him about the existence of the child?"

Little Ivan was thrown to the ground by Kong Xinyao, he got up in pain, pinched the hem of his clothes to wipe off the wet little hands that fell on the ground, raised his little head, and looked at Yan Chuyan with watery black eyes.

Hearing Mom's words, he frowned, looking thoughtful.

"He is Beiming Haoting's child, heh, Yan Chuyan, you are so naive, what Wu Haosi, a man steals food and finds an excuse to coax you, so you believe it?" Kong Xinyao sneered, rouge The sexy lips evoked a contemptuous arc.

Hearing this, Yan Chuyan's heart sank suddenly, and she opened her almond eyes and stared at her blankly.

His eyes moved down a little bit, and his eyes fell on the little Ivan's pink and jade-carved face.

This is her and Beiming Haoting's child...

No, she has to trust Beiming Haoting and stop listening to this woman's nonsense.

But...he has been away for four years...

Where has he been these four years?

"Take the child away, be nice to him, don't let him run around, it's dangerous outside." She sniffed her sour nose and said in a hoarse voice.

"I do not go!"

When little Ivan heard Yan Chuyan's order to chase away guests, he pushed Kong Xinyao away suddenly, and rushed over like a frightened deer to hug Yan Chuyan's thigh tightly.

"Mama, I'm your son! You and Papa's son, don't drive me away!" The little milkbag stared at him pitifully, her dark pupils sparkling.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a deep thunder exploded outside, awakening the autumn night that had just fallen asleep.

A gust of cool wind blows through the window accompanied by autumn, and lightning flies across the sky like red snakes covered in fire, illuminating the chaotic black clouds that are surging like waves, and smash into the house like sharp swords.

Kong Xinyao turned her eyes and glanced out of the window, her face darkened, she lowered her eyes to stare at little Ivan and said, "Okay, if you don't come with me now, you won't be able to come back later!"

After finishing speaking, Kong Xinyao stepped forward and gave Yan Chuyan a push, then walked out.

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After Kong Xinyao left, the huge villa finally returned to calm.

In the outside world, the wind and rain are raging, the thunder is rumbling, and the sound of wind, rain, and thunder are intertwined.

Little Ivan doesn't seem to like watching cartoons that much, but prefers to watch some science, education and legal channels.

"These cartoons are too childish, they are just for fooling three-year-olds, your ordinary kids don't know magic at all, what little magic fairy, they are deceiving!" Little Ivan grabbed the remote control and turned the channel.

On a thunderstorm night, the rain poured down with strong wind and rain, and streaks of lightning darted through the black clouds like silver snakes.

Yan Chuyan originally wanted to take little Ivan out to buy some children's clothes and toiletries, but in the end she had to give up.

After drying and folding his original suit, Yan Chuyan took him to the bathroom to take a shower.

You can stay, little Ivan is a lot better, let Yan Chuyan take care of him in the bath, he doesn't mind being looked at at all, instead showing a small appearance of enjoying himself.

The little guy sat comfortably on his back in the bathtub, his watery black eyes grabbed Yan Chuyan's face with great interest.

"Ma Ma, do you miss Papa very much? When the rain stops, I will take you to find him, okay?" Little Ivan asked while playing with the foam.

In an instant, Yan Chuyan's heart trembled, and the bath ball slipped from her hand and fell to the surface of the water, splashing.

"Ah!" The water spray flew into little Ivan's eyes, he closed his eyes quickly, and screamed, the immature childish voice mixed with a trace of grievance, "Mum, eyes... so hot."

(End of this chapter)