"Jing'er, did you sleep well at your grandmother's last night?"

"Well, that's good." Zhao Yongjing thought for a while and nodded.

His son hadn't seen him for months, and he didn't clamoring to sleep with her, which made Chu Xintian feel distressed.

Is the son not kissing her?

"Don't want to sleep with your mother?" She frowned, reached out and scratched her son's straight little nose.

"I think, of course I want to...... However, both my grandmother and grandmother said that if I wanted a younger sister, I had to keep my mother and father together. If I'm with my mother, I'm afraid it will delay things..."

Chu Xintian was almost stunned when he heard this.

What did the two noble ladies Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao say in front of the young Zhao Yongjing?

Isn't this teaching bad boys?

"Jing'er, if you don't want to be with your mother, your mother will be sad......" Chu Xintian recently felt that he was afraid that Zhao Wu would keep tossing her at night!

It's better to use his son as a shield, even if he wants to get into trouble, he can't do it in front of his son, can he?

Therefore, Chu Xintian decided to return to Chaoyang Street tonight and be with Zhao Yongjing, which made Zhao Wu upset.

"Mother, don't be sad, Jing'er wants to be with her mother! We'll be together tonight, shall we? and father. ”

Zhao Yongjing's favorite thing is to be with his parents. In recent months, his parents have been absent. When Zhao Yongjing sleeps alone at night, he will secretly cry!

"Oh, good son, you're right." Chu Xintian smiled and kissed Zhao Yongjing's cheek.

Zhao Yongjing was also very happy. However, after a few laughs, a serious problem suddenly occurred to him.

"But, mother, if I stay with you and my father at night, will I be in trouble? Can you have a sister?"

Zhao Yongjing asked seriously and worriedly.

Chu Xintian listened to his son's words, and his face stiffened.

Really, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao, what are you talking to the children!

When Zhao Yongjing was six years old, it was too early to tell Zhao Yongjing these things.

As for how the child came to this world, Chu Xintian thinks that it is best to explain it to his son in a few years. Lagerstroemia

But looking at Zhao Yongjing's eyes full of anticipation, Chu Xintian could only comfort him: "It's okay." There will be no delays. If you want a sister, maybe you'll have a ......."

"Hey, hey, let's make a deal, mother, you owe me a sister!" Zhao Yongjing smiled in Chu Xintian's arms.

This is more and more like Zhao Wu's skinless and faceless appearance.

Chu Xintian was also speechless. What did she do? How can I owe my son a sister?

How the hell did she owe this debt?

Chu Xintian felt very aggrieved.

Just when she was very frustrated, a pair of big hands came out of nowhere and hugged Zhao Yongjing.

"Don't worry, son. Father and mother promised us that we would give you a sister soon. Zhao Wu carried his son on his shoulders and looked at Chu Xintian meaningfully.

Chu Xintian secretly, from an angle that Zhao Yongjing couldn't see, glanced at Zhao Wu: Hmph, don't think about it.

In any case, tonight, she will return to Chaoyang Street to be with her son.

Zhao Wu couldn't approach her easily.

The steel body can't stand the toss.

Does this person not know the severity of the matter, and does not know that his body has not recovered?

So greedy, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to eat it in the future?

At this time, Chu Xintian couldn't tell Zhao Wu in front of the child.

I could only convince him for a chance.

"Are you going back to the barracks?"

Now, although Zhao Wen is in better health, he has not interfered in the affairs of the army. Zhao Wu was still the young marshal of the Zhao family's army.

Zhao Wu had been out for months, and his military affairs had been left behind for a long time. If he didn't go back, Chu Xintian thought he was a derelict young marshal.

In addition, Chu Xintian wanted Zhao Wu to return to the army, and his thoughts were very selfish.

As long as he goes back, he can't come back every night to mess with her, right?