Lian Yusheng looked at the big and small, full of excitement, and wanted to vomit.

Eventually, he said, "It's better to be a little persimmon." ”

It's better than some strange little lantern, what the hell is the little lantern, how did Yue Jianxi's stupid and cute brain come up with such a stupid name!

Lian Yusheng really wanted to vomit, but his coldness made him control and couldn't do it.

"It's okay, how nice the little persimmon is, and it is considerate of the identity."

The son was lying on Yue Jianxi's shoulder, his little mouth was spitting bubbles, and he was happily shaking his two little legs.

Lian Yusheng looked at these two people, and his heart became more determined, he must have a daughter, so that the daughter can have a good relationship with her father.

This son is a little sheep in front of Yue Jianxi, and he will go along with whatever she says, he really has no backbone.

Yue Jianxi didn't know Lian Yusheng's heart, so she happily held the little persimmon and played in the house, throwing it high.

The little persimmon's giggling laughter spread far and wide.

Yue Jianxi has kung fu, and she is not afraid that she will not be able to pick up her son, but Jun Mingye, who has just been chased back with a fire in his belly, was so frightened that his face turned white when he saw this scene.

"Xi'er, this is very dangerous!"

Jun Mingye stepped forward lightly and caught the small persimmon that was thrown into the air.

The little persimmon received a smile, looked at the middle-aged uncle in front of him curiously, looked at it for a while, seemed to be uninterested, and lowered his head to play with his fingers.

Without his father's beauty, he is not interested.

"Dad, don't worry, what am I afraid of?"

"You can't play like this if you have kung fu, what if you fall from it with a lot of momentum and hurt your child's muscles and bones."

Yue Jianxi stuck out her tongue, it wasn't the first time she had done this.

Don't be afraid.

However, Jun Mingye also cares about her son, and she doesn't talk back to him.

"Dad, are you still used to the weather here?"

Jun Mingye carefully hugged the little persimmon, moving gently, for fear of hurting him.

"He's so small."

Jun had never held a child in the night, and he had never even seen a baby, and since Yin Li'er left him, he had begun to guard her grave and close himself.

None of the children in the family were born, and he was not involved.

"Every child grows up so young, the little persimmon is relatively large, it is so heavy in seven or eight months, and it eats fat." Yue Jianxi spared no effort to spit out her child's baby fat.

"That's good, cute." Jun Mingye couldn't put it down, sat down on a chair next to him, and his whole mind was on the little persimmon.

The little persimmon glanced up at him, and then lowered his eyes to play with his fingers.

He didn't know anyone, and he didn't have his father's beauty, so he didn't bother to pay attention.

Lian Yusheng blackened his face on the side, Jun Mingye not only robbed him of his woman, but also robbed his son, and didn't take him seriously at all.

He pulled down his face: "Xi'er, take the little persimmon away, I have something to discuss with my father-in-law." ”

He bit the word father-in-law very hard, and he was unwilling to call him that, but he still had to give Yue Jianxi face.

Yue Jianxi snorted, and reached out to hug the little persimmon, but Jun Mingye hugged it and didn't let go: "Let me hug it first, on such a cold day, it's comfortable to hold warm meat." ”

Yue Jian smacked, are you using my son as a pillow?

"My son doesn't like to be hugged." Lian Yusheng opened his mouth coldly, unhappy, unpleasant, seriously unhappy.

Jun Mingye obviously has a crush on his son, and he must rob it!

"I'm none other than him, I'm his grandfather." Jun Mingye ignored his cold face, hugged the little persimmon and left: "I'll take him to see the flowers, the plum blossoms are blooming." ”