Baby Assist: Mommy, have another child!

Yan Huan was stunned. As soon as he wanted to say no, he remembered his dialogue with Muzi Qiao.

She gave a well.

"Didn't you say that you didn't love other men except Mu Shixun?"

The man's voice suddenly cooled down, Yan Huan pursed his lips, "I said."

"Then why are you on a blind date? To marry a man you don't love?"

"Yan Huan, are you so short of men?"

His tone gradually became violent, and the latter sentence was full of sarcasm against her.

Yan Huan resisted the impulse to beat people and looked up straight into Li mingjue's eyes.

"I don't lack men, but Joe Joe lacks a father who loves him. Joe Joe is my favorite now. I can give my life for him, let alone get married!"

Li mingjue glanced at him with surprise, and Yan Huan took the opportunity to push him away.

"How can li Zong, who has always been hard hearted, understand that his family can be desperate?"

Li mingjue took back all his emotions and looked at her indifferently.

The more calm he was, the more angry Yan Huan became.

His casual words can affect her mood, but what about him?

I satirized him with 800 sentences. He didn't even move his eyebrows!

The more he thought, the more angry he became. Yan Huan stuck his neck and said, "I've finished my work. There's nothing in the calendar. I'll go out!"

With that, she slammed the door without waiting for Li Ming's answer!

As soon as she returned to the room, Yan Huan plunged into the bed and pinched the pillow for a burst of hammer.

"Asshole! Son of a bitch! I should have put Croton in your water!"

"Mommy, are you okay?"

Yan Huan was stunned when she heard the sound. When she looked back, she found muziqiao sitting on the ground painting.

"Cough, Joe, why are you here?"

Muzi Joe obediently put down his brush, "I waited for mommy to come back and draw with me."

"Mommy, I think you're in a bad mood. I'll pour you a glass of milk."

Yan Huan's cheeks flushed, and she was embarrassed to call her son. Only after Muzi Joe left, she buried her face in the pillow.

I'm not a qualified mother!

She lay on the bed and thought for a long time about how to explain to Muzi Joe, but she waited left and right, and didn't wait for her son, so she decided to get up and look for her son.

Who would have thought that as soon as she came out of the door, Muzi Joe came out of Li mingjue's room with a box of snacks.

She narrowed her eyes and stopped the sneaky figure.

"Joe, Joe."

Mu ziqiao's shoulder trembled, looked back awkwardly, smiled and said, "Mommy, how did you come out?"

Yan Huan walked over and said, "didn't you pour me milk? Why did you come out of limingjue's room?"

"Well... I gave the milk to Uncle Li. But it doesn't matter, Mommy. I have something to tell you."

Yan Huan was curious, "what's up?"

"I don't want a new daddy."

Yan Huan was stunned, "what's the matter?"

"After thinking for a long time, I still think my native father is the best. If my stepfather is bad for me, it's bad. Moreover, I still focus on mommy's happiness."

Yan Huan looked at Muzi Qiao suspiciously, "who taught you to say these words?"

"No... no one." Mu ziqiao's tone was flustered.

"If you don't tell the truth, Mommy will confiscate these snacks. And she will ban your snacks for a month."

"Yes..."

"Son Joe." The clear male voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the dialogue between mother and son.

Yan Huan looked up and saw Li mingjue leaning against the door, looking at them.

As soon as her cheeks were dark, she got up and was about to leave, but she was stopped by the man again.

"Yan Huan."

"Is there always something wrong with the calendar?" Yan Huan turned around and his little face was full of words "you have a fart, put it quickly".

"Come in and wipe my back."

"Yes."

wait?!

Wipe what back?

When Yan Huan entered the bathroom with a towel, Li mingjue was sitting in the pool and was closing his eyes.

She was suddenly glad that she had sprinkled so many rose petals just now, so that she wouldn't appreciate the scenery in the water

"What are you still waiting for?"

The man's tone was full of impatience. Yan Huan twisted her eyebrows and went to the pool to squat down.

The towel in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. She held it in the air and couldn't move.

She always bowed her head and dared not look at it, for fear that he might see something he shouldn't see when he moved.

"How about... I'll find a servant to help you?"

"There are only maids in the villa."

"Then... I'll call Miss Wen?"

"No, just wipe it."

Yan Huan simply closed his eyes, stretched his arm forward and touched the back of his hard ridge. Her cheeks were hot.

She rubbed up and down, and her movements were soft because of tension.

"Didn't you eat?"

She didn't eat

But still because of Li Ming Jue's words, it increased its strength.

"I let you come in to wipe your back, not to embroider."

Yan Huan was stunned, "what do you mean?"

"Why are you rubbing in one place? That's my back?"

Yan Huan pursed his lips and moved aside as he said.

"Go down."

She obediently went down. When her fingertips touched the water, her fingers trembled and moved up twice.

"I'm asking you to go down! Will you wipe your back?" The man's anger mixed with the sound of water.

Yan Huan's brain was in a mess. She simply forced down, and her fingers accidentally touched a touch of softness.

The man suddenly took a breath. When Yan Huan didn't understand what was going on, the softness suddenly changed

She subconsciously opened her eyes to see. What she didn't want to see was the man's wide chest.

Yan Huan's eyes moved up and looked at the face full of haze

When did he turn around?!

What her hand just touched was