Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

"Baby, I miss you too!" Cheng Yingxuan hugged his son fiercely. Woo, I haven't seen it in three days, it really seems like a long time passed.

After all, she and her son have never been separated.

Mrs. Moore looked at Cheng Yingxuan's mother and son deeply and deeply moved.

Yang Qian hated the little cheesy child Cheng Xiaobao.

She is also a child of Yan Shiting, so she must pretend to like her.

Cheng Xiaobao buried his head in his mother's arms and said tenderly, "Mom, I want to go home with you."

"That wouldn't work," Morcia said quickly. "Little boy, lost the bet and said that it's OK to stay here for a week. The time hasn't arrived yet."

"Ma'am, what's the gamble?" Yang Qian asked doubts.

"What does it have to do with you?" Cheng Xiaobao replied.

Yang Qian was slightly embarrassed, and still had a friendly smile on her face, "You kid...I just asked."

Morcia said, "The child doesn't want to tell you, so I won't say it."

Yang Qian understood that it must be Mrs. Moore’s losing gamble. Therefore, Cheng Xiaobao was forced to live at Moore Manor for a week. “I don’t know if it doesn’t matter.”

Cheng Xiaobao’s squinted eyes stared at Yang Qian angrily, "You are a woman who can really act, it is you who came here to bear Mrs. Moore and blame my family Xuan Xuan."

"I..." Yang Qian wanted to strangle Cheng Xiaobao and shouted loudly, "What do you know!"

Cheng Yingxuan hadn't got angry, and Mooresia was not happy. "Miss Yang, because he is a child, why do you an adult care about him?"

"He's not a normal child." The ghost was so refined that she hated her so much that she wanted to incite Xiaobao to slap it.

"Oh, didn't you come here and stab me?" Morsia asked back.

"..." Yang Qian was speechless for a moment, and seemed to answer yes or no.

"If you don't come here to stifle me, you can go." Morcia's voice was cold.

Yang Qian secretly thought that Mrs. Moore had demolished her desk in this way. Obviously, she had just heard her talk with the vixen surnamed Cheng. Not only did she not stand on her side, but she also helped the surname Cheng.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she recognized, "Ma'am, in your capacity, it's normal for me to come and stammer you."

Cheng Xiaobao cast an appreciative look at Morsia, "Jiang is still old and spicy, and Yang Qian swindled her mouth in three words." She looked at Yang Qian with disdain, "Miss Yang, but you admit that you have stolen Moore. Ma'am. Even if you do this, you are a hypocrite!

"You!" Recalling that Qian didn't just want to fan Cheng Xiaobao, she just wanted to shoot him!

Helpless, he dared not move him, and could only catch his language sickness, "You dare to say that Mrs. Moore is old Jiang!"

Waiting for Mrs. Moore to get angry, she would just understate the truth, "Lao Jiang is Lao Jiang, childish words, and then again, I am not really young."

"..." Yang Qian is a little speechless. It seems that Mrs. Moore likes Cheng Xiaobao very much?

Is it because you really like Xiaobao, or does Mrs. Moore even pass through Xiaobao and fend off Yan Shiting?

She thinks it is the latter.

Because, in her eyes, noble nobles like the Moore family are not good for no reason.

"Okay, you and Cheng Yingxuan came to visit me. I'm still very happy." Morsia sat on the sofa and said in a big way, "You don't have to worry about it."