Yan shiting's face, which was even colder than iceberg, suddenly erupted like a volcano, and his anger was burning.

Xiaobao knew that the glacier had collapsed. He would be buried if he was not careful. He trembled for a moment and made up his smile. "Xiaobao doesn't mean anything else. It's because you can't finish a whole sentence. You're just an animal in my mother's eyes."

"Enough!" He is really depressed cold voice a lion roar, powerful voice is from the chest concussion.

Xiaobao took out his little ear and knew that he was really angry and could not pluck hair on the tiger's forehead. "Uncle Yan, please remember the sixth item."

Don't scold Xiaobao. Yan shiting spits out a long breath of anger. He has not been so angry for a long time. Ordinary people really can't make him interested in getting angry. Since meeting Cheng yingxuan during this period of time, her life's anger is almost finished by her.

He's a man of his word, "it's not you, it's your mother."

"You said it hurt my mother..." The little guy fought hard, no matter what, he couldn't watch his mother get bullied.

Cheng yingxuan touched Xiaobao's head, "son, I won't beat you."

"It's better to have a son in the world," Cheng Xiaobao held her hand. "Xuanxuan, you just understand."

She squatted down and looked at her son's handsome and lovely little white net face. "Of course I understand. My son must be the best in the world." At least in her heart.

"You're the best mom, too." The little guy made a loud "boo" in her little face.

The two mother and son interact with each other warmly. Obviously, they forget that there is Yan shiting in the living room who is giving birth to Hongchuan atmosphere.

Yan shiting looks at this one big and one small, two big and small are very cute People.

His cold sharp eyes slightly squint, the mood has been replaced by the things he thought before.

"Xiao Bao, you go to bath and sleep by yourself." Cheng yingxuan kisses her son on the face. The son's room also has a bathroom.

Xiao Bao nodded obediently and looked at Yan shiting, the black faced God. He seemed to be relieved of his anger.

He was really a paper tiger. His mother was so angry that he thought the living room was splashed with blood

Uncle Yan blood, of course.

I didn't expect him to thunder and rain.

The legendary president of Yan Luo, however.

The little guy with his hands on his back walked to his bedroom.

Cheng yingxuan sat back on the sofa and glanced at Yan shiting's tight lips. His lips were thin and emotional, and she had an impulse to kiss him. "Yan always seems to have something to ask me?"

"That's like your normal IQ." Her eyes were sharp enough to see. He asked coldly, "Cheng yingxuan, is Cheng Xiaobao's biological father me?"

Lengsen's eyes are sharp as a sword, staring at her expression, do not miss her slightest reaction.

From the moment he got along with Xiaobao, Cheng yingxuan was afraid that he would see something, so she had already made psychological preparations. First, she gave him a reflexive surprise, and then showed an incredible look. "Mr. Yan, your brain will not have a fever, will you? How long have I known you for asking such impossible questions. "

He slightly narrowed Hansen's pupils, trying to see whether she was lying or not, and the examining cold sharp eyes almost saw her thoroughly.

Who is Cheng yingxuan, once the most ruthless killer in the organization, will he still frighten her?

"I wish Xiao Bao was your son." She shrugged. "It's a pity not."

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