Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 292 Little Traitor, Mother Ignores You
Three days later.

In the early morning, the snowy Ying'an air is fresh and refreshing.

It was still early, and the sun had not yet appeared.

In Longgan Palace, Jun Beicheng was fully dressed and was about to go to the morning court. He sat by the bed and coaxed the little girl who was angry with him: "I promise, I won't leave a seal next time, okay?"

Fu Ling turned her body sideways and turned her back to Jun Beicheng, gently patted the body of the little Ari in her arms, and coaxed him to play: "Call—mother—"

"Yaya!" Little Ari opened her mouth cutely, her two big watery eyes shone like jewels, shining brightly.

Jun Beicheng raised his eyes and glanced at the fat baby inside, and signaled to little Ari: Hurry up and help daddy coax your mother!
"Ah..." Little Ari waved her tender little fists, grunted and pouted her buttocks to sit up, with cute bubbles still spitting out of her mouth.

Fu Ling frowned, so she had no choice but to sit up and support the little Ari with both hands, brushed back her long hair, and smiled slightly: "What does Ari want to do?"

Jun Beicheng raised his hand to lick the broken hair for Fuling again, but the little girl slapped his big palm in mid-air, and she stared at him coldly.

He looked at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see into her heart.

Fu Ling looked at him, picked up the pillow behind her and patted him, and said angrily, "Believe it or not, I'll tell daddy, you force me to call you daddy all day long, you rascal!"

Jun Beicheng let her beat him, with a faint smile on his lips, and a dark flame burning in his eyes: "Daddy, you called me on your own initiative."

"you're lying!"

He patted her forehead lightly, and his voice was filled with warmth and indulgence: "Does that girl have any evidence that I forced you to scream?"

Fu Ling rolled up her sleeves aggrieved, and the girl's white arms were densely covered with small strawberries, which showed how cruel the bullying was.

Jun Beicheng slowly stroked her smooth arm with his fingertips.

He smiled lightly.

Well, these marks are indeed not easy to erase.

Fu Ling knocked off his paw, put down her sleeve, and pushed him off the bed in dissatisfaction: "Go out, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

Little Ari giggled foolishly, seeing his father being bullied by his mother, he spit out more bubbles.

The little guy's chubby legs started to move.

Climbing and crawling, crawling and crawling, he crawled while laughing, and finally climbed to the edge of the bed.

Little Ari eagerly stretched out his arms towards Jun Beicheng: "Yeah..."

Jun Beicheng looked at his son with raised eyebrows, leaned over and hugged Xiaohanhan, and gently kissed his chubby face lovingly: "Daddy hug!"

Fu Ling snorted, looked at the stupid little Ari, and snorted: "Little traitor, mother is ignoring you!"

Little Ari frantically blinked at Fu Ling, and then, his pink face looked at Jun Beicheng, and quietly approached his father's face to take advantage of it!

"Ya! Ya—"

After the little Ari kissed Jun Beicheng, he kept pointing to Jun Beicheng's velvet fur coat with his fleshy hands, and babbled something.

Jun Beicheng held the little guy in his arms and walked to the clothes hanger in a puzzled manner. He patiently shook his arms to tease him, and asked softly, "What do you want, fur clothes?"

The little Ari suddenly straightened her spine as if she had been injected with chicken blood, and her eyes, which seemed to have been washed by water, were full of shining light, and she nodded cutely.

Jun Beicheng held the little guy with one hand, and took off the big fur coat with the other. Could it be that his son was worried that he would be cold?
(End of this chapter)