They all blame the chest for being too flat, causing the little guy to distinguish between men and women.

Yange rubbed his furry hair: "It's mom."

Little obediently looked at her with watery eyes, and said milkily, "Well."

Well, it doesn't matter if you're a puppet.

Anyway, they seem to have no obvious male and female characteristics.

Howling mom is the same.

So Yange happily accepted: "Well, my good son."

Her beloved son was scowling, and there was a hint of confusion in her big eyes like water grape.

The knock sounded at this time.

Dare to knock on her door, no one except Gouzi.

Song: "Come in."

The door was not locked.

Gouzi froze at the door.

This is she, invite him into her boudoir?

After her relentless refusal last night, he no longer has any illusions.

But her voice was so gentle and joyful, as if waiting for him baba.

Gouzi could not help but think again.

You can push in the door, and you can see a beautiful baby doll with a mother song in her face.

He stood at the door, thinking he had gone wrong.

Words Song: "Are there a guy in the team who has healing powers, let him come over and see my arm, my arm is broken, and my waist seems to flash, it hurts me."

It is true that the voice of the song is correct.

Gouzi narrowed his lips and glanced at Yan Ge's arm.

The arm was twitching and it really broke.

He couldn't tell what it was like, and narrowed his eyes before going out.

Where's the baby?

When Gouzi called the box, Yan Ge still kept the previous sitting position on the bed, still holding the doll in his arms.

The box was not so calm, staring at the doll in Yange's arms in surprise, then turning his head to look at his boss with deep affection.

The boss didn't speak or explain. He could only ask the song curiously: "Where does the doll look pretty, is it your relative?"

Yange corrected him: "My son."

"what?"

Looking up at the box, Yan Ge looked serious.

The subordinates accidentally worked hard, the words were painful, and howled.

"Pro-son." Yan Ge frowned, taking a sigh of cold air, seriously and earnestly: "Pro-son, the pro-son of the flesh in the bone, is not fake, you see how much older I am with my son Like, it's exactly the same ... "

Before the words were spoken, the little baby in her arms shouted, "Oh."

Yan Geba kissed his son on the forehead.

Sure enough, she answered happily: "Ah!"

The box next to her whispered to remind her: "He seems to be calling the boss."

Yan Ge rolled his eyes: "You're wrong, the baby is still young, he can't distinguish between men and women, and just calls me shouting."

As soon as she had finished speaking, she was beaten.

The guy stretched out his fleshly arm and shouted at Gouzi, "Oh, oh."

Hands stretched out, obviously to hug.

No need to remind this time, Yan Ge really saw it. The little round eyes of the little guy looking at the dog were glowing.

His own son even called others to sting.

Words of Song: ... not to open a forest!

She looked up at the dog.

The little guy was greedy and must have smelled the snacks in the dog space.

According to the urine of the little guy, what he eats is dad, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Gouzi was even more surprised than Yange and could not calm down.