Chapter 987

987 Master Zhan was furious, the little rascal snatched his wife!

He played with this one for a while, and then that one. They were like his lifeblood. When he thought of the baby that his wife had given birth to for him, the happiness in his heart was so sweet that it was about to explode.

Not to mention, they were twins, one brother and one sister.

Everyone in the family said that it was good for a son to be the older brother, as he could dote on his younger sister.

However, Rong Zhan was a little unhappy when he heard that he doted on his sister. His daughter was not even as heavy as his son when he was born.

As he thought about it, Rong Zhan turned his son’s chubby body over and gave him a good spank on his butt.

“Little brat, you really don’t act like an older brother!”

But who knew that after the little rascal was hit, she seemed to be a little dazed. Just then, sang Xia came out of the bathroom.

When the little rascal saw her mother, she pouted and burst into tears.

Rong Zhan was shocked.

Rong Zhan’s expression was complicated when he saw the little Rascal’s chubby hand already on his mommy’s chest while he was drinking his milk.

“Wife, in at most a month, you should stop breastfeeding these two little cubs.”

“Weaning?”

“En, why don’t I break up with this little rascal?”

As Rong Zhan said that, he went to poke his son’s little nose and teased him. The little rascal was originally crying, but now that he had his milk, he closed his eyes lazily and went to drink it comfortably, only occasionally twitching.

Rong Zhan’s teasing caused him to open his eyes and whine again. Sang Xia quickly coaxed him and ignored Rong Zhan. The little rascal was only satisfied when she turned to the side.

Rong Zhan was instantly at a loss.

This little rascal was his nemesis. She bullied his daughter and even snatched his wife!

Rong Zhan went to see the little girl. The little princess of the Rong family was lying quietly on the bed with her hands curled up.

Her eyes were big, long, and wet, and her eyelashes were long. She was thin and small, and she didn’t like to cry, throw a tantrum, or fight with anyone. The more obedient the little girl was, the more Rong Zhan’s heart ached for her.

The little girl looked very much like her mother. Rong Zhan even wondered if his wife, Yingluo, had been like this when she was young.