"Xiaoman?"

Seeing that it was Fu manyun, Fu Yunting hooked his lips.

"What a coincidence, I met you here. Who are you?"

How did you buy so many baby products?

Fu manyun looked puzzled.

"Lingling is pregnant. These little things are for our children."

Fu Yunting smiled and looked spoiled at Xia Ling.

Pregnant?

Xia Ling is pregnant!

Fu manyun\'s face stiffened and took the child\'s hand tightly.

The little guy on one side raised his eyes and looked at Fu manyun, frowned and looked at Fu Yunting, "Hello, uncle, hug."

Fu Yunting looked down at the little guy, fished his long arm and picked up the child.

"Are you still used to it here?"

"I\'m used to it everywhere with my mother."

"What a good boy. Will you go to kindergarten in two days?"

“......”

Seeing Fu Yunting chatting with the children one by one, Fu manyun\'s face softened.

She went to Xia Ling and took her hand with a gentle face.

"Congratulations, Lingling. You\'re going to be a mother. I\'m from here. If you don\'t understand anything in the future, you can ask me."

"OK, thank you." Xia Ling was noncommittal.

Fu manyun is a special existence.

The so-called person who reaches out and doesn\'t hit a smiling face, even if she can feel that she is still thinking about Fu Yunting, but she shows her kindness. She has no reason to refuse more than a thousand people.

"Lingling, let\'s add a contact information first."

Fu manyun took out his mobile phone and looked at Xia Ling. "I don\'t have any friends here. You and Yunting are my closest people. You often come and go in the future. Don\'t despise me."

"No."

Xia Ling smiled, took out her mobile phone and left contact information for each other.

At this time, the child\'s tender voice sounded, "uncle, Zi Zi likes you very much. Can you be my father?"

In a word, Xia Ling was stunned.

Fu Ting held her cell phone tightly in his arms.

Fu Yunting didn\'t expect the little guy to say such words, and his smile was slightly restrained.

He put the child down and took his hand to Xia Ling. "Zi Zi, I can\'t be your father because my aunt is pregnant with a baby. I\'m his father."

Smelling the speech, the little guy looked at Fu Yunting and Xia Ling. His eyes became watery and miserable.

Xia Ling couldn\'t bear it, but at the thought of the relationship, he bent down and said to the little guy, "your name is Zizi, right? Just now you called your uncle wrong. Your mother is his sister, so he can\'t be your father, he can only be your uncle, you know?"

Even if Fu Yunting and Fu manyun are not related by blood, they have been brothers and sisters for many years. Shouldn\'t Fu Yunting be the little guy\'s uncle?

The little guy lives in a single parent family. Although she is poor, she won\'t give up her child\'s father.

"No, you are a bad woman. I don\'t want to call him uncle. I like him and want him to be my father."

The little guy suddenly pushed Xia Ling angrily.

Xia Ling took a breath and was pushed back by him.

Fortunately, Fu Yunting quickly hugged her waist, which prevented her from falling.

"Lingling, are you okay?"

Fu Yunting\'s face cooled down and looked at the little guy seriously, "Zi Zi, who taught you this?"

The little guy shrunk to Fu manyun\'s side with Fu Yunting\'s cold face, and his mouth flattened.