Chapter 357

You Yue's biggest problem has been solved, but more problems have come to his mind.

In the minute when you Yue sent information, Mai Zi was almost nervous. She had wanted to send information to you Yue or Meng Lingling for a long time, but fan Bowei was very free today, so she didn't go to work. She was still around Mai Zi all the time. She never found a chance.

If it wasn't for going to the toilet, wheat didn't know when to send this message.

"Here we are, but should you explain to me what's going on?" You Yue more or less understand the status of wheat, she thought, or restrain the impulse to send video in the past, turned to a typesetting.

"The child belongs to fan Bowei. Don't let fan Bowei see him. I'll explain to you later and help me take care of him for a few days." Wheat's information is coming back very quickly.

You Yue's mind can't turn around. Since Mai Fenghuan is fan Bowei's, fan Bowei obviously has feelings for Mai Zi. Why does Mai Zi hide all this?

There are too many questions. You Yue decides not to think about anything. She'd better go to the children first.

Xiao Ju and Zheng Ting can't be fathers at all. Their company is just like two vajras' Dharma protectors.

Two people's sitting posture are particularly strange, as if very uncomfortable.

"He's going to the bathroom." Zheng Ting is like a child who complains. Just after Mai Xuanhuan said this, both of them want to disappear from the earth.

"Should we go to the supermarket and buy him diapers?" You Yue asks, the experience that raises a child everybody is zero.

Mcwhirlwind looked at her with an idiot's eyes. "Aunt Wen, I'm three years old. I'm not a one-year-old baby. I don't need a diaper. Just take me to the toilet."

You Yue is scared by the words of Mai Xuanhuan. Are three-year-old children so powerful? What a smooth conversation! Mai Zi's intelligence quotient is disgusting, and fan Bowei's intelligence quotient is said to be not low. I'm afraid the children of these two people are not demons.

"Oh, good."

"I'll do it!" Zheng tinggang had just avoided it, but now he suddenly picked up the wheat whirlwind.

The three-year-old boy is also male. Zheng Ting won't let you Yue have a chance to see other men naked.

Standing in front of the toilet, macwhirlwind frowned, "high."

Zheng Ting understood what this word was, but did not understand his meaning.

wheat whirlwind is very unkind of Tucao while betraying his mother, "make complaints about your stupidity," she said. The toilet is too high for me to pee. "

Zheng Ting repressed the impulse to pinch the wheat. He asked the radish with an open mind: "what should I do?" You don't want him to hold it, do you? Zheng Ting felt that he could not do it.

"Little stool."

Zheng Ting understood, moved a small stool from the side to step on for Mai Xuanhuan, and asked by the way: "your mother told you about us?"

"Well, often." That's why McDonnell is not afraid. He knows these people will treat him well.

"Then..."

"Do you want to ask me who my father is?" Zheng Ting is still hesitating about his wording, and Mai Xuanhuan asks first.

The smelly boy is really not cute. Zheng Ting firmly believes that he must have a cute, soft and glutinous little girl after work. When he comes home from work every day, when he hears the little girl calling his father, his heart becomes a pool of water

However, Zheng Ting still nodded. If Mai Xuanhuan knew, things might be easier. Just throw the child to his father.

"I know!"

This answer is really beyond Zheng Ting's expectation. The way of wheat's education is really unusual.

"But you can't send me there. My father is a violent. He will kill me. When I'm dead, you're a co perpetrator. " Finish saying, wheat whirlwind pointed to the washing table beside, signal Zheng Ting himself to wash his hands.

Zheng Ting didn't expect that the boy was very hygienic, and his aversion was slightly reduced.

"What else do you know about collaborative crime?" While holding Mai whirlwind to wash his hands, Zheng Ting continued the communication between them. He was about to ask.

"Of course, my mother taught me." The wheat whirlwind raises a head, special proud of say.

Zheng Ting felt the deep feelings between Mai Zi and Mai Xuanhuan. She should have paid a lot for the child.

"And who's your father?" Zheng Ting continued to ask.

The small mouth of wheat whirlwind shriveled for a while. Zheng Ting saw it in the mirror and thought whether he was a little too much. This question should not be asked to a three-year-old child.

"His surname is fan. His mother says that you have a strange relationship with him. He won't come to check you, and even if he wants to check you, he can't do it. You are the best place to hide me."

Zheng Ting looks at the appearance of the little adult of Mai Xuanhuan. He feels a little distressed for a moment. This child actually wants to meet fan Bowei. No matter how bad that person is, he is also a father!Looking at Michael whirlwind, Zheng Ting seems to see himself as a child in a trance. He is also forced to grow up.

"This is what your mother told you?"

"Well. Mom said that dad is actually a good person, but we can't live together, because Dad's family is terrible. If I don't want to see her in the future, I can only do it first. When I grow up, she will take me to find dad. " The tone of mcwhirlwind was yearning and lost.

Zheng Ting rubbed the head of wheat whirlwind, forget it, let the bastard stay. However, he and you Yue are not very good at taking care of children. I'm afraid they have to ask a trustworthy aunt to come back.

"Are you afraid to be with us?" Zheng Ting asked.

Maybe they had similar experiences. Zheng Ting naturally accepted the existence of the child. He even had a strange idea that many people in his family were busy.

If Zheng Ting can foretell, he knows that this smelly boy will abduct his palm baby in more than 20 years. At this moment, he is afraid that he will buy a rocket to tie up mcwhirlwind and launch it into outer space.

"No, you won't hurt me." What McLaren said is very definite.

Just for this determination, Zheng Ting felt that he had to treat the kid well, and kneaded Mai's hair. On the premise of Mai's protest, he carried him out.

It's a novel experience. McQueen has never seen the scenery in such a high place. The wheat is too thin and not high enough. Moreover, they dare not appear in the streets of B city together, for fear that a chance encounter will cause endless trouble.