But the more she begged for mercy, the more presumptuous Fu Shaoyang bullied her, "Fu Shaoyang, calm down, your son is beside you, you are not allowed to mess around!" ”

Seeing that he was really going to eat himself into his belly, Ye Wenwen panicked.

Not only is she still sore and soft, but there is also a banquet next to her, so he can just spank his ass.

If she still does bad things in front of her son, then how can she face her son again? You just don't want to live anymore, okay?

"So, if your son isn't around, you can mess around?" There was a smile on the corner of Fu Shaoyang's mouth, that expression, Ye Wenwen doubted that he nodded, he would take the banquet away and continue.

She shivered fiercely, and her little head shook like a rattle: "It's not good, my back hurts, and I don't have any strength at all, you let me rest for a few days......"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have found such a ridiculous reason to trick him.

Fu Shaoyang sneered, and was about to say that she had the strength to go shopping, and she would have no strength to do this, but the banquet next to her, which had been obediently instigating her fingers for a long time, opened her mouth and cried.

Ye Wenwen knew that his son was hungry, so he hurriedly got up, "I'm crying at the banquet, I must be hungry, I'll go get goat's milk." ”

She was happy to feed her son to distract him.

The problem was that he drank alcohol and was ordered not to breastfeed the feast for three days.

She could only retreat to get goat's milk, although she was weak and didn't want to move at all now, but instead of negotiating with Fu Shaoyang in bed, she would rather go downstairs.

Fu Shaoyang couldn't understand her plan, so he directly pressed the internal phone at home next to him, "Aunt Mo, the banquet is awake, you have someone to send a bottle of hot goat's milk." ”

Ye Wenwen was shocked, there was an internal phone? If he has any orders, just go down on the phone.

It's really too corrupt, Ye Wenwen complained in her heart.

Her face was even more complaining, so she didn't even have an excuse to dodge, and her heart was congested.

It didn't take long for the maid to come up with the food for the banquet, Fu Shaoyang went to open the door, took the hot goat's milk in the bottle, and handed it directly to Ye Wenwen.

"Fu Shaoyang, this time you come to breastfeed your son!" Ye Wenwen's beautiful eyes turned, and he suddenly spoke.

He had just sat down next to him, looking at his noisy son with a dark face, when he heard this sentence coldly, his eyes turned to her: "What did you say?" ”

"I said you feed your son, but you are his father, you can't even feed milk, how embarrassing is it to spread it?" Ye Wenwen said with a heartfelt voice.

In the past, she and Fu Shaoyang were just in an agreement relationship, and she could only see how Fu Shaoyang treated this son, but she didn't dare to say it clearly.

But now they are married, husband and wife.

She felt obligated to remind him of her deeper responsibility as a father.

"Shame? Is it a shame not to be able to breastfeed? What are so many servants in the family for? Fu Shaoyang's face was a little ugly, and he wondered if this woman was deliberately using the topic to play.

He is indeed not a qualified father, he is very reluctant to hug the banquet, and the little thing probably knows that he is uncomfortable with the hug, so often Fu Shaoyang cries without admiring his face when he hugs him.

Not to mention the difficult task of breastfeeding.

Ye Wenwen glared at him dissatisfied, incredulous, Fu Shaoyang actually said such a thing, "How can you push your son to a servant?" You are the father of the feast, and it is natural to take care of him and be close to him. ”。

Could it be that he thought that if he left the child to the servant, everything would be fine?