Cheng Yingxuan understands his son's feelings, "Mr. Yan, your son has not been raised for a day. Even if the son is your own, you can't pick up the ready-made bargains and force the son to call you dad. Always give him a process of adaptation."

Yan Shiting's face was dark, and he overbearingly decided, "In the future, I will raise my son and I don't need you to raise it! You only need to be responsible for beautiful flowers and help me spend money!"

Cheng Yingxuan is full of black lines, "I will make money myself. I will raise my son."

He narrowed his eyes in disapproval, "You are my woman, spend my money, righteous! Xiaobao is my son, I raise, no one can say a word!"

"I am Xiaobao's biological mother, and I have the right and obligation to support him!" Cheng Yingxuan did not disdain. It’s his woman, and she doesn’t want to dispute this fact.

Maybe, it won't be soon.

After all, Yang Qian is the future Mrs. Yan Shao scheduled by the Yan family.

What Yan Shiting wanted to say, Cheng Xiaobao hurriedly interjected, "Well, one of you is my dad and the other is my mother. You have to support me. Don't dispute this, the dishes are cold, hurry to eat."

Cheng Yingxuan turned back to the kitchen, took out three empty bowls from the kitchen cabinet pull bar, opened the rice cooker to prepare the meal.

Yan Shiting took her one step first and scooped the hot white rice into the bowl with a rice spoon. "I'll come, you just sit at the table."

Cheng Yingxuan was a little surprised by his initiative.

Not only did he have serious cleanliness, he never did any housework, but he learned to cook and cook for her some time ago.

She knew that he even invited the chef to specially teach cooking.

He cares about her and wants to be a good man she likes.

A little moved in her heart, she sat at the table.

After a meal, Yan Shiting was helping her to pick up the vegetables. Although he still had Zhang Jun's face in black, his expression was so frozen that the sharp eyes of Ren Ren couldn't hide the tenderness while watching her.

Of course, Cheng Xiaobao's bowl is full of dishes that Yan Shiting helped.

For the first time, Xiao Bao eats the dishes his father...

I used to eat it, but I didn’t know that he was a father at that time. This was the first time after I knew that he was a father.

All three had a strong emotion and sour emotions in their hearts.

After using the meal, Yan Shiting took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Cheng Yingxuan sat on the sofa and watched TV. He sideways watched that his tall figure was busy in the kitchen, and his heart deepened.

"Mom..." Cheng Xiaobao stood in front of her and winked at her, "is my dad a good man?"

"It can be counted." She nodded slightly.

The kitchen door was not closed, Yan Shiting's dishwashing water was closed, and his ears were listening to the conversation in the living room.

Hearing her answer, his thick black hair curled tightly. What is ‘can be counted’?

He was a good man!

After thinking, he was right to be a good man, a good husband, and a good father for her children for her!

He was absolutely unwilling to switch to another woman.

"Then you, give Dad a chance?" Xiao Bao's tender voice is full of expectation.

"Now this is not a chance." She put her son's small body in her arms. "No one knows what will happen in the future."

She has seen too many lovers who once sworn together, and the husband and wife eventually flew.

In the case of Yang Qian, she always had a thorn in her heart.

I can't really live with him without distractions.