Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

He did whatever he wanted because he was young!

"Are you still quibbling?" Lu Meng bowed his head and asked Jingxing, "son smashed, did he bully you?"

Xiaojingxing gave a very loud "ah", as if he were responding to his mother.

"Look, this is the evidence!" Lu Meng was so excited that she raised her chin proudly.

The expression of "look, my son said you bullied him".

Song Yunchi can hardly laugh or cry. Can this be regarded as evidence?

Well, he's got a lot of insight.

In desperation, he nodded. "You has the final say, you say bully, that is bullying."

He did not continue to defend himself, nor did he refute, nor was he angry, but he accepted it peacefully.

This surprised Lu Meng.

This... Doesn't look like his style!

That's too easy, isn't it?

"You admit it yourself. Don't blame me." Lu Meng took the courage to grab Xiao Jingxing's hand and hit him.

Pop.

A gentle blow hit him on the forehead.

Jingxing grinned happily and thought it was fun. Her little claw stretched out to song Yunchi's face.

Touch, scratch and scratch.

Song Yun was so angry that he let his son's hand go wild on his face for a while before he asked, "can I have breakfast?"

"Yes." Lu Meng hugged Jingxing and sat down in front of the sofa.

Breakfast was still warm. She gave up one hand and was ready to have breakfast with Jingxing. One hand stretched out from the side, "let him sit by himself. You have a good breakfast."

"No, I'll hold him."

"He's noisy."

As soon as song Yunchi's voice fell, Xiao Jingxing struggled and fluttered. He also had to lean to grab breakfast on the tea table.

Lu Meng shouted "ah ah", quickly put down her chopsticks and pressed her son's hands.

"No, you can't eat these."

"Yiya." The little guy protested.

Lu Meng couldn't laugh or cry. "Where's your baby bottle?"

Turn around and look around.

Song Yunchi simply took the noisy little guy from her arms. "He just drank milk. You can eat at ease. I'll hold him."

He hung his eyes and stared at his son's clear eyes.

His good-looking thin lips lifted a radian, "Song Jingxing, be good, don't make trouble."

"Ah!" The little guy is not afraid of him at all.

The milk shouted at him fiercely.

After hearing that her son had drunk milk, Lu Meng was relieved. She picked up chopsticks and ate breakfast safely.

While eating breakfast, I listened to the chicken and Duck Talk between father and son next to me.

One dares to say and the other dares to roar.

It's song Yunchi and it's Jingxing baby.

While eating, Lu Meng felt something was wrong. "How is the taste... Familiar?"

Suspicious eyes gradually turned to song Yunchi who spoke to Jingxing.

The latter looked calm and pretended not to hear.

Lu Meng took a bite of fried dumplings and tasted them carefully. "This is not the chef's skill. I can eat it."

"Really?" Song Yunchi took it lightly.

"Did you do it?"

“……”

"Song Yunchi, you talk!"

“……”

"Yes, that's what you do! I can eat it. " Lu Meng said, taking a small bite of the fried dumplings and sending them to the import.

His cheeks chewed drum by drum.

Song Yunchi didn't expect that she could eat his cooking.

Yes, half of today's breakfast is made by him, and the other half is made by the chef.

It happened that the fried dumplings she liked to eat were made by him.