Smart and cute baby: recruit a marriage for daddy

"What are you doing?" Feng Yuhao left her arms and looked at her face. "Mommy, are you sick? Why is your face so red?" he also measured the temperature of her face with his hand. "Wow, it's so hot." he turned his head and looked at his father again. "Daddy, Mommy is ill. Let's take her to the hospital."

Hearing the speech, Qiao Xiaoxi's face was not less shy, but more ruddy. She really wants to find a hole in the ground and never come out again.

"Your mommy is not ill. Maybe estrogen is causing trouble in her body. It will be all right in a while." Feng Tingyu sat on the sofa with a tall body and upright waist. His bones revealed his inherent dignity and pride.

His words are indifferent, like a third party, which has nothing to do with him.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Xiaoxi's face became more red, like a cherry with a drop of blood like suffocation temptation.

"What is estrogen?" Feng Yuhao scratched his head, his sweet face, innocent and thought.

Feng Tingyu hooked his sexy and beautiful lips, and his face was full of interest, as if teasing the woman in front of him was his main force.

"Just..." he raised his voice and deliberately wanted to say but didn't say it.

"Cough..." Qiao Xiaoxi coughed heavily, interrupted Feng Tingyu and held Feng Yuhao on the sofa. "I'll pack my clothes right away. You sit here."

As she walked in a hurry, she just turned around and hit her knee by coincidence. She sat on Feng Ting's Royal leg on the sofa behind her. With an unstable center of gravity, she subconsciously rushed to him. In order to keep the distance between them, she had no time to think and put her hand on his chest.

This posture is like imitating Feng Tingyu's hand on her chest.

The chest muscles separated by a thin layer of cloth are strong and powerful, and the body temperature is so hot that it renders Qiao Xiaoxi's blushing face.

"Is this your intention? Revenge on me?" Feng Tingyu didn't push her away and glanced at her with low eyes. She hadn't had time to take away her hands. "Is it yours or mine?"

"You flow..."

"Don't be rude in front of my son." Feng Tingyu listened to her and scolded him again. His cold words had a strong deterrent.

"Daddy, it seems that mommy is very ill. You should be a gentleman and help her to go to the bedroom to have a rest. We can go back to school later." Feng Yuhao was considerate and worried.

"Did you hear that? My son asked me to take you to the bedroom." Feng Ting smiled, raised his eyes, went deep into youtan's eyes and charmed her heartstrings.

This man is simply a monster, smiling but not smiling. If it's cold, it's hot. She couldn't see his true face at all.

Their father and son have long discussed it. Is it really just a coincidence? Is Feng Yuhao too cooperative? God's assistant.

"Yuhao, you help Mommy pack things together." Qiao Xiaoxi avoided his eyes, turned and took Feng Yuhao's little hand and went to the bedroom to get his suitcase.

Somehow, once she stood beside Feng Tingyu, her heart would be very flustered, even palpitation. Afraid of what he said, he accidentally went around in circles.

Only by holding their son and using his son as a shield, she wouldn't be so worried.

"Mommy, did Daddy bully you just now?" Feng Yuhao asked anxiously while helping Qiao Xiaoxi pack his things.

"No." Qiao Xiaoxi quickly folded his clothes and tried not to distract himself.

"Then why is he on you?" Feng Yuhao opened the 100000 why mode and kept asking.

"Accidentally fell down."

"Fell down?" the curious little guy, the voice of milk sweet, sweet to people's heart. "Did Daddy fall?"

"Why do you ask?" Qiao Xiaoxi's heart was very confused. He suddenly had a son, and he was six years old. His IQ was beyond ordinary people's imagination. The son's father, like a demon, made her afraid and worried. In addition to allowing yourself to cooperate well and answer the little guy's questions, others try not to think more.

"Only when daddy falls down and is unconscious, will Mommy lie down on him and give him artificial respiration." Feng Yuhao hands Qiao Xiaoxi a folded shirt. "Isn't Mommy doing artificial respiration for me this time, just like before in school? Is it just daddy and mommy kissing?"

He did not wait for Qiao Xiaoxi to answer, God added.