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the next day.

Yan Zhixu woke up and walked out of the room after washing up.

Fu Shimo has carefully prepared breakfast.

She went to the seat and sat down.

Suddenly, Fu Wenyan, who was sitting next to him, leaned closer, "Mom, there is a red spot on your neck. Did you get bitten by a big mosquito last night?"

Hearing Fu Wenyan's words, Yan Zhixu's body became slightly stiff for a moment.

She looked as usual, and glanced vaguely at Fu Shimo, the home cook who came out of the kitchen and took off his apron.

He lightly opened his red lips and said, "Indeed, I was bitten by a big mosquito last night."

Hearing this, Fu Wenyan's white and tender little face was full of distress.

He sniffed, "Mom, let me blow it for you, it won't hurt if you blow it."

The little guy showed a coaxing look, and blew softly, as if he regarded his mother as delicate and fragile porcelain.

Yan Zhixu felt warm inside.

"Okay Wen Yan, mom is not uncomfortable anymore."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Fu Wenyan got Yan Zhixu's affirmative answer, and left with a smile and returned to his seat.

The little guy's eyes fell on Fu Shimo, "Dad, mom was bitten by mosquitoes last night. You didn't protect mom. I'm going to sleep with mom tonight, and I'll protect mom."

Fu Shimo walked to the seat and sat down.

He put the cooked chicken porridge and a bowl of soy milk in front of Yan Zhixu.

He glanced at Fu Wenyan calmly, and said in a calm tone, "You are already a big child, you must learn to be independent, and you can't keep thinking about pestering your mother."

For Fu Shimo's remarks, Fu Wenyan pouted a little unhappily, his eyes resentful, with a strong accusation.

"Dad, you are an adult, haven't you learned to be independent? Do you still like to sleep with your mother?"

Speaking of this, Fu Wenyan was full of anger, exuding an unpleasant aura.

Why can my father sleep with my mother every day?

Fu Shimo seemed to see what Fu Wenyan was thinking, and sneered, "This is my wife."

The fluttering words successfully angered Fu Wenyan, and the little guy was so angry that he couldn't eat breakfast.

Angrily jumped off the chair, "Hmph, I'm going to tell my grandparents that you bullied me."

As he said that, he ran out of the living room with short legs and ran towards the prosperous mansion next to him.

"…"

Seeing the empty seats, Yan Zhixu raised his forehead.

She sighed, "Okay, now the shameful thing has spread."

Yan Zhixu felt extremely helpless when he thought of the scene where he would face the death of the society later.

Fu Shimo's face did not show a trace of embarrassment, "We are trying to have a second child. If my parents knew that it was too late to be happy, how could they tell us, and I'm afraid they would cheer us on."

He said, bowing his head and continuing to eat breakfast.

"…you're right."

Yan Zhixu thought about it seriously and felt that this was indeed very reasonable. His parents had been waiting for their husband and wife to add a younger brother or sister to Wen Yan.

—

After Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu's unremitting efforts, it didn't take long for Yan Zhixu to successfully detect the pregnancy.

Hearing this news, the Fu family, the Yan family and the Nan family immediately treated Yan Zhixu as their ancestor, for fear of any accident.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

The little guy in his belly is very cute and lazy. He usually doesn't kick his mother, and Yan Zhixu has never experienced morning sickness or anything.

Everyone said that she was so cute, she must be a soft, waxy and fragrant little princess.

Fu Shimo thought at the time that the daughter's things that he had prepared before could finally be used.

Under the expectations of countless people, in ten months of pregnancy, Yan Zhixu gave birth smoothly.

But not a little princess at all.

Just a stinky boy.

Hearing this news, Fu Wenyan, who had been looking forward to having a younger sister, cried out with a rare wow.