Super cute baby: president daddy dragged to the sky

In the car, Mo Xuan fastened his seat belt. He saw Yun Ruoxi's pale face in the rearview mirror. Her expression looked very painful. Obviously, the appearance of cloud ripples made her mood fluctuate.

It seems that he has to report this matter to the young master.

Yun Xiaoyuan in the castle was blocked in the bathroom by a group of maids.

"Young master, take a bath first, change your clothes after taking a bath, and then we'll take you down to dinner."

Yun Xiaoyuan frowned angrily, covered his clothes with his small hands, and politely refused, "no, I don't take a bath. You have no right to take off my clothes."

The maid ignored his resistance. They just wanted to finish their work quickly so that ye Xiaohuan wouldn't punish them.

One of the maids forked her waist and gave orders, "you go and hold him, you take off his pants, you take off his clothes, I don't believe it. I can't handle his bath today."

As a result, the three maids immediately followed the order.

The maid holding Yun Xiaoyuan's fingernail crossed his arm, and a blood stain suddenly appeared on his snow-white arm.

"Go away, you go away." he struggled hard.

Fleck, who came in with a change of clothes, heard Yun Xiaoyuan's angry voice and hurried in to check.

"Young master."

When he saw the maid's violence against Yun Xiaoyuan, he was so scared that he came forward and took her away with a pale face.

"Housekeeper, he refused to take a bath, so we made such a bad decision."

The maid explained quickly.

Yun Xiaoyuan looked down at the red mark on his arm and frowned unhappily.

"Only Xi Xi can see my body. They have to force me to take off my clothes. Xi Xi said that I can't be taken off my pants and clothes by others and asked me to protect myself."

He immediately explained to fleck why he didn't take a bath.

Besides, he's not dirty. Even if Xi Xi isn't there, his godmother will supervise him to take a bath.

Ye Xiaohuan, who was going to go back to the castle for lunch, passed by the bedroom door. He heard Yun Xiaoyuan's words and pushed the door in. His black pupil saw the red mark on his son's arm. His gloomy eyes glanced at fleck, "since Xiaoyuan doesn't like them, there are no waste in the castle."

When several maids heard ye Xiaohuan's words, they were scared to hang their heads. They knew his temper very well. I'm afraid even the final severance payment will come to naught.

"Don't worry, young master. I'll handle it properly." fleck put down Yun Xiaoyuan in his arms.

After Yun Xiaoyuan stood firm, he subconsciously went to ye Xiaohuan and hid behind him. His small head leaned out behind him and secretly looked at the terrible maids. All kinds of behaviors clearly showed his trust in him.

Although ye Xiaohuan was dissatisfied with his son's strength to work against him as soon as he met, he was quite satisfied with his trust at this moment.

"I'm going back to the company for a meeting this afternoon. Just stay in the castle."

He looked down at the little carrot standing at his feet.

Yun Xiaoyuan pouted unconvinced. "If you come here, you will take me with you."

Ye Xiaohuan heard the name in his son's mouth more than once. He wrung his sword eyebrow and asked tentatively, "won't you feel bored when I have a meeting?"

Hearing the speech, Yun Xiaoyuan proudly picked his sword eyebrow and stood in front of him excitedly. "Don't underestimate me. I grew up listening to financial reports."

His voice is so magnetic that it sounds good even at meetings. How can he feel bored?

Yun Xiaoyuan secretly thought in his heart. On the surface, he didn't show his appreciation for ye Xiaohuan.

"Your hobby is really special," said Ye Xiaohuan.

As like as two peas, he could not imagine his son's hobby as much as he used to be when he was a child.

Ye Xiaohuan walked out of the bedroom. Yun Xiaoyuan followed him. A pair of slender long legs in front of him took a big step, and a pair of fat short legs in the back couldn't take a step. He was "wheezing, wheezing" in a long corridor alone.

When Yun Xiaoyuan didn't pay attention, his collar tightened and he was picked up. After a while, he was held in his arms by Ye Xiaohuan.

He stared at Ye Xiao's deep black pupil with round eyes like a deer. After a long time, he nodded as if he understood, "well, it's more comfortable to hold me, her body is softer, but your arms are wider and safer than her."

Ye Xiaohuan was still wringing his sword eyebrow with an unhappy expression. The second half of Yun Xiaoyuan's words soothed his anger at the bottom of his heart.

"How have you been for six years?"

His magnetic voice whispered.

Yun Xiaoyuan's eyes turned red at once, and he proudly looked away from his face to prevent him from seeing the fragile side.