Ning Xueluo breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, "You can be appropriately ruthless when you do it, so it is more realistic!" ”

"Don't worry, little girl, I don't need you to teach me this kind of thing! Don't forget about me! The man lowered his voice.

Ning Xueluo's tone was a little irritable, "Didn't you say that I would find an opportunity to help you transport it in?" Next month, there will be a batch of goods from Los Angeles to the imperial capital! There will be no problem, you just need to take care of this matter with me, and you can say anything! ”

……

Imperial Capital, Platinum Imperial Palace.

In the study, Xiao Baozi was lying in front of Baba Baba's desk, staring at him with big eyes without blinking, and asked for the sixteenth time today, "When will Ma Ma come back?" ”

In the past few days, the conversation between Lu Tingxiao and Xiaobao is basically this:

"When will Ma Ma come back?"

"Why hasn't Ma Ma come back yet?"

"Will Ma Ma come back today?"

"Will Ma Ma come back tomorrow?"

……

Obviously, a son who can talk is more difficult to deal with than when he can't.

In the past, it was just a visual attack, but now there are more sound attacks.

Lu Tingxiao pinched his eyebrows, closed the notebook computer in front of him →, and then, tilting his head, looked at his son in front of him with a complicated expression.

These days, Xiaobao called her mother, called her grandfather, called her grandmother, and called her second uncle.

Although Xiaobao was so angry that Lu Jingli was mad every time he talked to Lu Jingli, he could see that Xiaobao actually liked Jingli very much, because he talked to him the most times, and basically replied every time.

And he ......

So far, I haven't heard Xiaobao call him "Daddy".

Every time Xiaobao looked for him, he always said or asked about things related to Ning Xi, and there was nothing else to say.

To say that he didn't care at all, that would be impossible.

"Xiaobao, come here, let's talk." Lu Tingxiao beckoned to his son.

Xiaobao was looking forward to her mother's return, and she was in no mood to chat, and she was obviously not very interested.

"Don't want to call me?" So, Lu Tingxiao simply asked directly.

Hearing Lu Tingxiao's words, Xiaobao's little face suddenly stiffened, and he was there.

Sure enough, this kid was really unwilling, so he deliberately didn't call him.

"Why? Can you tell me about it? Lu Tingxiao asked as softly as he could.

However, the little one's face seemed even more ugly.

Even, this time he didn't even want to say anything to Lu Tingxiao, and directly took out the clipboard that he hadn't used for a long time.

Although he now expresses himself by speaking, the habit of carrying a clipboard with him has not changed.

Then, Lu Tingxiao saw his son writing three words the clipboard: [It's all your fault]

Blame me?

Lu Tingxiao looked at these three words, his expression was a little inexplicable, "What do you mean?" ”

Xiao Baozi's eyes were full of grievances, and his little expression became even more sad and angry, and he continued to brush and write: [It's all your fault, Xiaobao didn't give birth from her mother's belly!] Xiaobao wants to be born from her mother's belly!! ]

The little guy held up the clipboard with red eyes, and his little expression was almost crying.

What he knows is that although Aunt Xiaoxi has always been so good and good to him, she is not his biological mother, not the person who gave birth to him.

When he thought of this, he was very angry!

Why didn't Baba give birth to him with Aunt Xiaoxi!

After Lu Tingxiao saw his son's words, he was stunned, and then he couldn't cry or laugh.