Fu Shaotang's heart of pity was stimulated, and he touched his nose and said, "Brother, why don't you pay a little attention to my little nephew who is crying?" ”

Although this beautiful young lady made a big fuss, his little nephew is innocent!

Besides, didn't you see that the little nephew was about to be crying by his own brother?

Fu Shaoyang raised his eyes coldly and swept over: "What are you still doing here?" ”

"No, I'm not coming to see my nephew?" Fu Shaotang was choked by his own saliva and hurriedly replied.

"I've seen it!"

Fu Shaoyang's implication is that you can get out.

Damn, I just glanced at it, I haven't hugged it yet, Fu Shaotang roared in his heart.

"Okay, you two keep going, I'll leave the light bulb!" As he spoke, he gave Ye Wenwen a look of self-begging and questioning.

After a while, Ye Wenwen was defeated, drooped his shoulders, and said listlessly: "I apologize, it is true that I misunderstood you." ”

Her own fault, she will not deny.

"But can you let go now? Didn't you hear your son crying? Ye Wenwen looked anxiously in the direction of the big bed, if she hadn't been controlled by others, she would have gone over to the banquet a long time ago.

Son is crying?

After the simple four words, Fu Shaoyang's bottomless eyes looked at her fixedly.

She didn't seem to realize that these words were shortening the distance between them in an instant.

"Are you going to let go? Don't you even care if your son lives or dies? Ye Wenwen was stared at by him, and asked with the trembling of his legs.

Just when she thought it would take a little more effort to make the man let his guard down, he suddenly let go of her: "Go." ”

"You ......" What kind of tone is that?

When was she the babysitter of his house? It makes it so smooth!

In this sentence, she only dared to complain in her heart, but her face was not dewy, and she went over to coax her son.

When Yan Yan fell asleep again, she remembered that there was still a number one person in the room, and when she raised her eyes, she looked at Fu Shaoyang with a strong and deep gaze.

I don't know how long this person has been watching, and she doesn't even notice it.

"Starting today, you live here." Fu Shaoyang suddenly spoke, and Ye Wenwen's mouth opened wide in surprise.

Obviously, Fu Shaoyang, who is as strong as Fu Shaoyang, is not discussing with her, but informing.

"Why?" The three couldn't help but blurt out.

Fu Shaoyang's slender fingers fell on Yan Yan, and his thin lips slowly spit out a sentence: "My son can't live without Mommy." ”

The two days of chickens flying and dogs jumping have sounded a loud alarm for Fu Shaoyang, this son is obviously not a worry-free master, so he simply follows him.

The warm existence of horizontal and vertical leaves can solve many problems.

Ye Wenwen was depressed for a moment, and retorted: "What's not a mommy, it's true that your son hasn't been weaned yet, right?" ”

No matter how nice it sounds, there is only one center - her current identity is equivalent to a wet nurse!

"You don't want to?" A hint of danger flashed in Fu Shaoyang's eyes.

Ye Wenwen lowered her head and frowned, if Yanyan was not her son, of course she didn't want to.

But the problem is that she was conceived and born in October, and she can't give up that heart.

Besides, this man's tone didn't give her a chance to refuse at all: "I can promise you, but how long?" ”

Although Ye Wenwen is young, she can tell the difference, she is just the mother of the banquet.

He asked her to stay, just for the feast, so there were some things that she had to figure out first.

"No more than a year."