High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Luo Anning thought for a while, it didn't look good for his son to gloat like this and add fuel to the flames, so he coaxed him again: "Xiao Shuai, Dad is in a bad mood now, Xiao Shuai go to make Dad happy, okay? Go kiss Dad, yes ?”

With that said, he picked up the little guy and walked to the opposite sofa, stuffing it into Rong Shao's arms.

Rong Shao was very arrogant at first, but when Luo Anning let go, he let go of his arms around his chest for the first second, holding the little guy firmly with an extremely reluctant expression.

This was obviously distressing, but he pretended to be reluctantly caring, which made Jiang Peihua and Luo Anning, Mr. Rong, laugh.

The little guy was holding the bottle and sucking, staring straight at him, and Young Master Rong also lowered his head to look at him. After a while, the little guy got bored, and turned his head and reached out for a hug.

Luo Anning pretended not to see, walked to the opposite side and sat down, chatting with Jiang Peihua.

The little guy reached out to his grandfather again, wanting to hug him, "Grandpa!"

Mr. Rong wanted to hug him, but since his grandson had eaten the explosives, it was better not to light the fire.

There was no way to ask for help, the young commander got angry, and the small milk bottle fell to the ground, so he stopped drinking!

Young Master Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "Pick it up."

The young marshal put his short arms on his legs and ignored him.

Young Master Rong said lightly, "I'll give you one minute. If you don't pick it up, you won't be able to pester your mother at night."

Don't pester your mother, the young marshal is very sure that he understands.

The handsome little face was flustered for a moment, and then struggling with small arms and short legs, he was about to pick up the milk bottle on the ground.

Young Master Rong wrapped his arms around his belly, letting the little guy struggle no matter how hard he couldn't get off. Suddenly, Young Master Rong secretly counted down happily: "Five, four, three, two, one. Well, Dad gave it to you before." Your opportunity is because you don't cherish it. From now on, don't pester your mother at night. "

Suddenly, she approached him, lowered her voice and swore her sovereignty viciously: "Your mother is my wife, not yours!"

In this way, under his shameless bullying, the young marshal was deprived of the welfare of sleeping with Ma Ma at night.

In the evening, Christine and Catherine returned to Rong Mansion.

Seeing Xiaoshuai, the young couple who have no children naturally love the little guy very much, and they will inevitably hug and kiss him.

The young marshal is also a fine human being, knowing who his uncle and aunt are, it is an absolute cooperation if he wants to hug or kiss.

Mr. Rong was very happy. At the family banquet, it was rare to have a few more drinks. Christine also became more and more accustomed to her identity. Getting along with Mr. Rong was not as indifferent as before. Getting along with Jiang Peihua was a very subtle feeling, he said Unclear, but not annoying at all, even though she kept talking about him.

It's the same with Young Master Rong, the two of them can always quarrel within less than three sentences, bickering at the dinner table is commonplace, and everyone is happy to see these awkward brothers.

If you want to say that the happiest person is the Young Marshal, he is the youngest and the most favored.

The whole family teased him, the little him, happily leaning on Ma Ma's arms, provocatively looking at his about to be blown up.

After the meal, Rong Shao nimbly stuffed the little guy into Christine's arms, pulled Luo Anning who hadn't realized what was going on, and went out.

While being dragged away by him, Luo Anning looked back and asked puzzledly: "Rongyan, where are we going? Christine Catherine and the others are still there. Besides, Xiaoshuai won't see me later, I'm afraid he will cry..."