The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

"Young master, let me wipe your body."

"don't want."

Unappreciative of Leng Zhao's kindness, Lin Jue just shook his head. His intention was obvious, and of course he wanted his father to serve him in person. You know, this is an extremely rare opportunity.

Normally, Lin Ao's physical fitness was always very good, why this time, why didn't he write that Lin Ao had a severe fever?

In this case, Beitang Yaori would care more about him.

Beitang Yaori wiped it very carefully. Every corner of his body, including the places that are easy to cool down, Beitang Yaori helped Lin Ao wipe it inch by inch. The cold water irritated his skin, and Lin Ao's face gradually became painful. Relief, however, Beitang Yaori still did not stop his movements.

On Lin Ao's immature and handsome face, his brows were wrinkled.

Dazedly feeling his body being wiped by something cold, Lin Ao subconsciously opened his eyes suddenly!

Beautiful black eyes, the pupils are narrow and dilated

Falling into Beitang Yaori's mature and handsome face, the quiet Beitang Wuyou became short of breath and excited all of a sudden!

The scorching hot little hand suddenly grabbed the arm that was wiping his body tightly, and bit down hard!

--Well! !

Lin Ao suddenly bit Beitang Yaori's arm hard, and the painful Beitang Yaori frowned.

"Ah, Lin Ao!"

"fine."

Being kidnapped and frightened, coupled with a severe high fever, Lin Ao's vigilance is not too much.

Perhaps, somewhere in his heart, he was dissatisfied with his biological father and vented it in this way.

Lin Ao's watery eyes looked at the handsome and ferocious little face in front of him, and he suddenly became a little excited.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just bite hard." Beitang Yaori accepted all the dissatisfaction and anger of his son Lin Ao.

"..."

He couldn't stop at all, and Lin Ao didn't know why he had such a reaction. His teeth bit the muscular arm of his father Beitang Yaori fiercely, until a row of deep teeth marks appeared.

Pain, you can imagine.

Lin Jue was sitting beside her, her sleek and cuteness was gone now.

The sadness in his heart was the same as that of Lin Ao. Lin Jue turned his head and hugged himself, with a direct puzzlement in his eyes: "Why..."

The indifferent words of the five-year-old son Lin Jue made Beitang Yaori slightly taken aback.

"Why do you want to be a mafia..."

"..."

"Why Beitang Yaori is a mafia is unbelievable. Lin Ao and I used to be so proud of the major general of the Federation, Beitang Yaori!"

"..."

From the time he entered the door until now, Lin Jue didn't even call him "uncle", let alone the sensitive word "father".

"Why don't even the pregnant woman be spared, even if she is a bad woman, is there something wrong with the child in her stomach?"

"..."

Thinking of the bloody photos that Abraham scattered in front of the two children, Lin Jue could never forget the big belly that was pierced by bullets several times.

The little hands clenched tighter and tighter, Lin Jue fried the shrimp head, restraining his trembling shoulders with all his strength.

"You're such a... bastard!"

"..."

Beitang Yaori's heart was almost pinched by something, but Lin Jue's words were not wrong.

He couldn't remember the scene at that time clearly, including the woman who shot and killed the pregnant woman, but it was indeed his fault, because he was the one who ordered the bloodbath of the Buano family in Italy, leaving no one behind!