Cheng Xiaobao's gaze is not mature enough for children of the same age, he said seriously, "Uncle Yan, you listen, your house is tall, our house Xuan Xuan is not disdain to enter. If you don't deserve it, only you can't deserve Xuan.萱!"

Yan Shiting was not angry at all. He took Xiaobao from Cheng Yingxuan’s arms. “You’re right, I’m not worthy of your mother.” He has no fertility, not only disfigured, but even a child. Can't reach her, "Yan's door court is just as tall as the two old guys think they are. I definitely stand by you and your mother."

Xiaobao was very satisfied after listening, "Your elders don't know gold inlaid jade, my home Xuan Xuan is the best. You're not bad, there is also salvation."

Yan Shiting raised his eyebrows, "Are you praising me for saying this?"

"Just be it."

"Can the zero point that was lowered before that point rise back?" Yan Shiting minded the score Xiao Bao gave himself.

"Let's make a point." Xiaobao's little finger gestured a vertical "1", "Don't be too little."

"Mu Yufeng's so bad character is close to one hundred..."

"Explain that you haven't done well enough." Xiao Bao's reason is very good, "I just want to kidnap me for you, and I have given you a lot of points."

Listening to the tender voice of the little guy, I don’t know why, Yan Shiting raised a faint softness in his heart, like to get along with the little guy, "Okay, I slowly increase my score, I have time, I can spend a lifetime to raise one percentage."

Cheng Xiaobao tasted his words, and Shui Gulu's eyes were filled with doubts, "Uncle Yan, are you pursuing my mother? Do you want to spend a lifetime with my mother?"

His low-sense male voice added a sentence, "And you."

Xiaobao's bright eyes contained unclear emotions, and there was such a touch in her little heart.

Yan Shiting walked with Xiaobao in the front, Cheng Yingxuan walked behind, looking at the father and son, you said, I said, there is a warm atmosphere spreading.

At the home on the 15th floor, Cheng Xiaobao watched cartoons in the living room. Yan Shiting gave Cheng Yingxuan a wink and signaled her to enter the bedroom. She followed along.

His gaze fell on her beautiful face, "You have nothing to tell me?"

Looking back at her gloomy cold eyes, she felt tight in her heart, "What's the matter?"

"What happened just now." He said concisely.

Her heart thumped wildly, wondering again, did he know that Xiaobao was his biological son?

Gamble.

Just when he didn't know.

She said indifferently, "You are too generous to Xiaobao, even the villa is easy to send. Your grandfather and your mother misunderstood, thought Xiaobao is your son."

His dazzling eyes didn't know what to think about, clasped her waist, pressed her slim and beautiful body to herself, and his voice was hoarse, "This misunderstanding must be continued."

His words relieved her without trace, indicating that although Grandpa Yan and Cen Sufen suspected that Xiaobao was the blood of the Yan family, Yan Shiting had never thought of it.

Also, nearly six years ago, she made love with him. At first, she didn't wear a holster. Later, he put it on before shooting and released it in the holster.

Xiaobao was only pregnant with her test-tube baby six months after finishing with him. He certainly could not have imagined that Xiaobao was his son.