"Mom, I forgot to tell you that this house was bought by Uncle Tang and given to Miss An Xiyan. ”

Lin Ziyi looked sideways at his son at the door, only to see that he was rubbing his eyes and stepping barefoot on the cool floor, presumably, his son must have been awakened by the earth-shattering wail of ghosts and gods just now.

"Baby, the floor is cold, why don't you wear shoes. "Maybe it's because she wasn't in a good mood when she was pregnant, so the little guy's physique has always been bad and he gets sick at every turn, so Lin Ziyi pays special attention.

Hearing that Lin Ziyi suddenly turned his attention to the question of whether the little guy was wearing shoes or not, Tang Su was suddenly a little curious, so he turned around and glanced at the door.

At the door, the little guy was wearing a set of cute crocodile pajamas, with black and thick hair messy like a chicken nest, and the white and tender little feet stepped on the bright floor, looking sleepy, but quite cute.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull slightly, outlining a pleasant arc that seemed to be absent, and then continued the movements in his hands, not taking Lin Ziyi's mother and son seriously at all.

"Mom, I heard your screams just now, it's so miserable!" The little guy walked to Lin Ziyi's side and reached out to take her right hand, "Are you okay?"

"Ahh

It doesn't matter if you don't pull, as soon as you pull, another huge pain came, and Lin Ziyi screamed uncontrollably.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Ziyi's screams made the little guy tremble, and his whole body was completely sleepy.

"My hand...... It seems like...... Dislocated. Lin Ziyi's painful brows were twisted.

"Uncle Tang, did you make my mother like this?" the little guy pulled Tang Su's bathrobe, looked up at him, and asked with a distressed and pitiful look.

Tang Su glanced down at the little guy, and his good-looking eyebrows were raised, which was considered a default.

"Uncle Tang, can you take my mother to the hospital?" begged the little one pitifully.

Tang Su listened to the little guy's soft and glutinous pleading voice, and only felt that a soft place in the depths of his heart was scratched by a thin feather, which was a little itchy.

Glancing back at Lin Ziyi, whose eyebrows were already frowned upon, as if he was more pitiful than the little guy, Tang Su's sexy thin lips pursed lightly, and his eyes deepened by two points.

"Your mother did it herself, and I am not obligated to take her to the hospital. ”

"However, if my mother's hand is not healed, there will be no one to take care of me, and no one will clean the house, cook and wash your clothes. The little guy wrapped his mouth and said with a pitiful look that he was about to become an orphan without pain or love.

Cleaning the house, cooking and doing laundry for him!

The corners of Lin Ziyi's mouth twitched, but she didn't speak, because she understood what kind of trick her son was playing.

And Tang Su also hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at the half-made supper, and seemed to think that the little guy's words were very reasonable.

After putting down the knife in his hand, washing his hands, and taking the clean towel on the side to dry his hands, Tang Su turned around and walked out, and spit out two words coolly as he walked, "Come out!"

Lin Ziyi bit his lip and glanced at Tang Su's back fiercely, glared at his son beside him again, took off his shoes on his feet, and kicked them to his son, "Put them on." ”

The little guy innocently picked up his good-looking little eyebrows, obediently put on Lin Ziyi's slippers, and followed Lin Ziyi with a fart.