Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 894
Song Ao obviously didn't understand, but after thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something, nodded solemnly, pulled the chair close to Mo Jiu, and whispered: "Little widow, you are right, this time it is really embarrassing." She's gone. A woman got pregnant and gave birth by herself, and I couldn't do anything to help. It's really not easy... How did she give birth to such a big fat son!? "

"Yo!" Mo Jiu gouged him obliquely, "Is the sun coming out from the west? Is the little prince enlightened?"

Song Ao glanced at her, "I care about my son, and I love my son's mother, what's the fuss about?"

To others, that is really nothing, but to Song Ao, it is definitely worth making a fuss about.This young master has always been my only one, I am number one in the world, as long as I don't like it, no one will mess with my master.Although he is not mean to women, he is definitely not gentle and considerate. This time Peng Xin gave birth to a son, could it be possible to tie his heart?
Mo Jiu found it inconceivable, and said strangely: "If those women before you knew that as long as they gave birth to a son, they would make you look up to them. I'm afraid they would all rush to give birth to you. In this way, King An's son, there is no One hundred, one hundred and eight generals..."

"Get lost!" Song Ao gritted his teeth, "I'm not a stallion!"

"Hey, you finally found the right label for yourself, congratulations."

"Little widow!" Song Ao's teeth itch, "Why is your mouth so mean?"

"Thank you, my lord, for your compliment! I'm being polite." Mo Jiubai glanced at him, and when he thought of the past, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said bitterly, "I don't know if my lord still remembers who was crying at the beginning?" Shouting for Peng Xin to conceive? Oh, now that the big fat son is born, he is your son? According to me, that kid is Peng Xin’s son, so what’s your business?"

"Hey, be more polite." Thinking of that incident, Song Ao was also a little uncomfortable.

"I'm being polite to an executioner who nearly killed my godson."

"..."

Song Ao looked at her with a dark face, speechless.

In the matter of forcing Peng Xin to have a baby, he did it unkindly, but in his private heart, he really wasn't as nasty as Mo Jiu thought. Wasn't it all for Peng Xin's sake?But now that he has a son, Mo Jiu finds fault with him and picks on him. It seems that he is not in the wrong. If the son can keep it, shouldn't it be thanks to Mo Jiu?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Mo Jiu's sarcastic expression, cleared his throat, and put on a flattering smile again.

"I said little widow, no, no, big man, Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo Jiu, tell me, what kind of toys can a newborn child play with? Why don't you help me, I know you can do it Lots of things, how about helping me make some unique little toys for my son? Any amount of money will do!"

Mo Jiu sneered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"I can't make toys."

"Aren't you the best at those tricks?"

"Tell me about strange, technical, obscene, and clever again?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what it is..."

"That's about the same!" Mo Jiu curved her lips and smiled, then drew on the paper the rattles, building block castles, small wooden cars and other small toys that had been made on Xinglong Mountain, and explained them to Song Ao one by one. Kaishou said: "Just these toys, not bad!"

"not bad!"

"Is 1000 taels too much?"

Even if Song Aogui is a prince, he has never seen such strange things.He looked at the toys on the paper and stroked them over and over again. His long and narrow eyes were almost narrowed into slits. After a long while, he nodded, "Not many, not at all!"

(End of this chapter)