Song Guihua hurriedly checked Yu Baobao, and found that his forehead was a little bruised and swollen, and the rest of the place was fine, so she was relieved.

However, there was a secret anger in his heart towards Yu Xiaobao.

Let him take a good look at Yu Baobao, but he let him fall off the bed, he definitely did it on purpose!!

"Where's Xiaobao?" She asked Yu Zongyao.

Yu Zongyao looked at Song Guihua, who had a somewhat fierce look in her eyes, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out; "In the kitchen, what's wrong? What are you looking for him? ”

"I obviously let him take a good look at the baby, but now he is throwing the baby like this, he must have done it on purpose." Song Guihua said as if she was angry.

Because Yu Zongyao was there, she was not in a hurry to find Yu Xiaobao to settle accounts.

When Yu Zongyao heard Song Guihua's words, he frowned, but after thinking about it, he said; "Probably not, Xiaobao is still young, I'm afraid it's just playful, it's just not optimistic for a while, forget it, that kid is now learning to cook lunch in the kitchen, and he has really been sensible a lot lately, so don't worry about him, baby is nothing to do anyway."

Yu Zongyao thought that when he just came back, he saw Yu Xiaobao trembling with fright, but he still used his thin body to hold the chubby Yu Baobao and coax him, and he couldn't get angry in his heart.

On the contrary, I felt a little distressed.

After all, he is his own son, and he thinks that Yu Xiaobao was also raised chubby, but I don't know when he lost weight like this.

For a moment, his father's sense of responsibility came to an end.

But when Song Guihua heard his words, she suddenly couldn't help but be angry; "What's the baby, what's the matter? He is your own son, you look at the bag on his forehead, how swollen it is, and I don't know if it will be a concussion, you know that you feel sorry for your son, isn't the baby your son? ”

"I also feel sorry for the baby, but Xiaobao ......" Yu Zongyao was a little surprised by Song Guihua's tantrum and couldn't help but speak.

"I don't care, anyway, Yu Xiaobao doesn't want to have lunch at noon today."

After that, Song Guihua went into the inner room with Yu Baobao, who was still crying, leaving Yu Zongyao with a bewildered look in place.

Since Song Guihua married him, she hasn't lost her temper with him for a day.

What's wrong with her today?

The little bit of distressed responsibility to Yu Xiaobao in Yu Zongyao's heart also quietly disappeared at this time, and at this time he was full of thoughts about what happened to Song Guihua.

"Osmanthus, what the hell are you doing?" Yu Zongyao hurriedly chased in.

Neither of them noticed that Yu Xiaobao, who was hiding in the dark corner, listened to the conversation between the two just now.

At the beginning, he felt some surprise and joy in his heart because Yu Zongyao finally spoke for him.

But gradually joy is replaced by disappointment.

In the end, the disappointment was replaced by a spontaneous hatred......

……

Night.

Yu Moxi was going to make dinner, but Chen Zhaodi said to let her come, saying that she would make a good dish for them to try tonight.

Yu Moxi said that she wanted a helper, but she asked her to play with the child and asked Xiaolong to help light the fire.

In the end, Yu Moxi followed her.

In ordinary people's homes, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is a big problem, and a little trivial thing can turn the world upside down.

But here in Yu Moxi, there is almost no contradiction between her and Chen Zhaodi, and in getting along, Yu Moxi actually occupies a dominant position.