Cheng Yingxuan was hairy in his eyes and felt more and more that he seemed to have discovered something.

"I can skip breakfast." Yan Shiting glanced gently at Xiaobao's small face. "When the child is growing, he has to eat."

Listening to his tone, it seemed as if Cheng Xiaobao was his child, and she was not moved at all.

The uneasy heart almost shivered.

Did he find that Xiaobao was his own son?

No way?

She put innumerable question marks in her heart, and the question marks were added together to form a string that almost hung her heart.

Yan Shiting got up and didn't care about putting on his clothes. He took the initiative to help Cheng Xiaobao take the little clothes off the bedside table and asked him to put them on.

"I'll come by myself." The little guy arched his head into a small sweatshirt and put two hands out of the sleeves. Yan Shiting pulled his clothes to his waist again.

Xiaobao wears pants...

He glanced at Xiaobao's movements, his eyes softening.

Cheng Yingxuan looked numb scalp.

His eyes looked like he was looking at his own son. It was a look that a father only saw when he was a child.

Compared with the past, it is more spoiled.

Her heart fluttered in horror.

After wearing the clothes, she saw that Yan Shiting actually went into the bathroom to help Xiaobao squeeze the toothpaste and poured a cup of water for brushing her teeth. She really took good care of it.

Breakfast was prepared by the chef of the Yan family. After finishing the breakfast, the chef left again.

This morning is Western food, steak, milk, bread.

She and Xiao Bao had breakfast in silence.

Yan Shiting made the steak in front of her all good. She thought he was going to give it to herself. Unexpectedly, he pushed the cut steak plate to Xiaobao.

She fell through and missed it.

Cheng Xiaobao glanced at her mother and pushed the dinner plate to her, "Mom, you eat."

"It's still a good son." Cheng Yingxuan was full of emotions. The man couldn't be trusted. With a son, he forgot his wife.

Although she does not know whether Yan Shiting really knows that Xiaobao is his son...

Anyway, he didn't help her cut the steak, that is, Xiao Bao hurt more than her.

"The man is reliable, the sow has to crawl..." She hadn't finished speaking, and he handed the second set of steaks to her.

She swallowed back the unfinished words, and Ting did not forget her, but cut the share of Xiaobao first.

Xiao Bao used a fork and fork to deliver a steak to his mouth, and he asked indistinctly, "Mum, what do the sows have to climb? The pigpen?"

The sip of milk she just drank almost came out. "Cough cough... cough cough..."

She choked with blush.

Yan Shiting reached out and patted her back gently, her distressed eyes filled with distress, and the tone was inevitable to blame, "How old is it, you can choke on a sip of milk."

Cheng Xiaobao also jumped off the chair and approached her, with a concerned expression, "Xuan Xuan, I won't let the pigs climb the pigsty in the future, don't be scared."

She finally stopped coughing, and when she heard her son, she almost coughed up again.

Yan Shiting's lacquer eyes glanced at Xiaobao, "You are not learning from your father, but from your mother."

The tone is positive.

Cheng Yingxuan was so scared that he coughed.

Ting Ting obviously has something to say.

In the past, he just loved Xiaobao, and he never saw him as meticulous as Xiaobao now, and even filled his eyes with love.