Xiao Baozi's hand holding Yan Muye's clothes became tighter and tighter.

Yan Muye looked at the person in front of him.

It was obvious that Xiao Baozi was trying to hold back those tears in his eyes and not let them flow out of his eyes.

He was an insecure child.

Yan Muye knows.

So it's even more distressing.

…

"Okay, okay, little bun doesn't cry."

"Xiao Mumu won't make Xiao Baozi sad, it's just that I really want to discuss something with your father now."

"I'll send you to Uncle Luo now, and I'll bring you back in a moment."

"No matter when, your little Mumu is reluctant to let you be sad, and she is reluctant to let you be wronged."

Little Bun is still stubborn and doesn't want to leave.

Yan Muye slowly hooked his little thumb, and then promised, "Do you believe your little Mumu?" ”

Little Bun nodded.

"Believe."

"Shall we pull the hook now?"

"As long as I stamp you in a while, neither of us can change, as long as we change, whoever is a puppy."

"And it's an ugly puppy."

Little Bun shook his head.

"Don't."

"I don't want Xiao Mumu to become a puppy."

"Don't worry, your little Mumu won't become a puppy."

"As long as the two of us pull the hook, we will keep each other's promises."

"I'll pick you up from Uncle Lolo in a while, and when we come back, let's let Daddy Stinky apologize to you, okay?"

"Not good." Xiao Baozi didn't want to cooperate at all.

Yan Muye couldn't help but smile.

Leng Fu Xiao's personnel is so bad, his son doesn't even like him.

The people next to him looked at this scene and were also apprehensive.

He had thought in his life that he would eat the vinegar of many people, but he never thought of eating his own son's vinegar.

A miniature version that looks exactly like himself is really annoying.

Sometimes Leng Fu Xiao couldn't help but want to ask himself, why didn't he give birth to a daughter in the first place?

He only wants a daughter, not a son.

He wants a daughter who looks exactly like Yan Muye.

If you give birth to a daughter, it must be beautiful.

Leng Fu Xiao just wanted to speak, but suddenly accidentally met Yan Muye's gaze.

That's a warning.

Leng Fu Xiao deliberately pretended not to see.

Then he held back the words that had already reached his lips.

…

Outside the door.

The little bun was finally hugged by his own little Mumu.

His little arms, which resembled puppets, tightly wrapped around Yan Muye's neck.

Among them, several nurses who were walking around couldn't help but look at the little bun in Yan Muye's arms when they saw it.

"Xiaoli, do you really dislike Dad?"

"I don't like it."

There is no disguise at all.

Yan Muye touched the head of the little bun, and then sighed silently in her heart.

"Actually, I was in the ward just now, and the stinky dad didn't mean it."

"He's a person who doesn't express much, and he may have lacked love since he was a child."

"So sometimes, it's easy to misunderstand what you do."

"The words that come out are a bit unbearable."

"But you know, at the end of the day, he still loves you."

"You are his son, his own son."

Little Bun: "......"

Yan Muye: "Let's try to like the stinky dad together, okay?" ”

"To be honest, I didn't like him before."