Chapter 1278

How many people look forward to their daughter, but at last they have a son.

Some things, the more you think about them, the more you don't come.

It depends on fate to have children and daughters. It's not what you want, just what you want!

Mu Yazhe looks down at Yun Shishi's blushing face. He can't help but smile and peck at her pink face.

"Why, don't you want to?"

"Don't make a fool of yourself!" said Yun

When Mu Yichen saw the picture of two people's intimacy, he immediately covered his eyes shyly, but at the same time, he did not forget to open a gap between his fingers and peep at them.

At the bottom of Mu Yazhe's heart, he chuckled. This kid, sometimes he seems to be cute. In fact, sometimes he is very cunning!

The father and son looked at each other silently, and there was a confrontation in their eyes.

"Daddy, what did you just whisper to Mommy?"

Muyazhe snorted coldly, and the thin lips of sex / feeling opened and closed, and two words escaped: "secret!"

Xiaoyi Chen is angry, puffing his cheeks and staring at him angrily.

Yun's poems are amused by the confrontation between father and son.

What a pair of living treasures!

She thought secretly in her heart, but found it interesting!

When Mu Yichen saw that Yun Shishi was sniggering, he immediately gave her a look of grievance: "Mommy, daddy, he bullied me..."

Cloud poetry can't cry or laugh: "Mommy hug!"

Little Yichen is going to rush into her arms.

However, muyazhe suddenly leaned and stopped in the middle, embracing Yun's poems in his arms.

Little Yi Chen coldly bumps into his hard back, covers his forehead painfully, raises his head, but sees the provocation in Mu Yazhe's eyes.

Yunshi poem: "...!"

Small Yi Chen one face is resentful read: "Daddy!! You let go of my mommy! Mummy is mine! "

"She's mine!"

"It's mine!"

"Mine!"

Little Yi Chen stares at him angrily.

Muyazhe also refuses to lose, embraces cloud poetry tightly in his arms and proclaims sovereignty to him!

Yunshi's poetry is completely speechless.

What's the situation

The father and the son were quarreling for her.

Cloud poetry can't help but be disordered in the wind.

"Now, you two, stop playing!" Cloud poem poem is angry strange way, reached out hand to hold mu Yazhe's face, "still have you, bully small Yi Chen, huh?"

Muyazhe grabbed her hand and pecked at her fingertip, but his eyes showed doting: "how, heartache?"

Said, he close to her ear, whining to escape two words: "eccentric!"

It's like accusing her of favoring her son!

Yun's poems are teased by the hidden resentment in his eyes.

Mu Yichen suddenly licked the dry lips and said, "Mommy, I'm thirsty!"

Yunshishi stands up immediately: "Mommy pour you some water."

"MMM!" Xiaoyichen nodded and smiled brightly.

She went to the cupboard, picked up the hot water bottle, but found that there was no hot water in it, so she said: "I go to make water, baby, lie down, do not get out of bed to walk!"

"Well!"

"If you want to eat fruit, Mommy will come back and peel the apple for you."

"Good!" Little Yi Chen smiles.

Yunshishi left the ward with two hot kettles.

When the door was just closed, the father and son looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Mu Yichen suddenly slowly leans back to the bed, leaning on the head of the bed, which means that he is a bit old-fashioned!

He took a look at muyazhe, and then he said: "Daddy, you need to be more competitive!"