Cheng yingxuan with her son's small body, "wronged my baby." Chao Yan shiting threw a knife eye in the past, "why do you hurt my son?"

"Cheng yingxuan, are you such a child?" Yan shiting was cold with a face like a glacier, and his tone was displeased, "aren't you afraid to spoil him?"

"What do you know? My son is seldom coquettish." She "boos" on Xiaobao's tender face. Xiaobao is usually too sensible and heartbreaking, "besides, isn't it normal that Xiaobao doesn't like you? Does everyone want to like you? You are not RMB. What to put on. "

Yan shiting's head was filled with black smoke, and his cold face looked particularly frightening. "Who said Xiaobao didn't like me? I called Dad just now

Cheng Xiaobao showed incredible eyes, "Uncle Yan, your brain is not rusty? You are not my father. How can I call your father "Even if my father is a rabbit, I won't recognize a thief as a father!"

"You yelled several times last night. You can't believe it and ask your mother." Yan shiting's face was not red, and he was out of breath to tell the truth.

"Really?" Cheng Xiaobao looks at his mother with clear eyes.

Cheng yingxuan nodded, "Xiao Bao is talking in his sleep."

"Uncle Yan heard that?" Cheng Xiaobao Leng hum, "I'm playing games with my father in my dream."

"What game?" Yan shiting has a black face. If it's not a naive game, he can accompany him.

Cheng Xiaobao jumped out of bed, put on his little slippers, put his hands behind his back, hissed, opened the curtain, stood in front of the window, and chanted an enigmatic poem: "I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. Uncle Yan doesn't understand the game so much. "

It's not poetry? How did it become a game. Yan shiting did not understand, "speak of people."

Looking back, Xiaobao looked at him with disdain, "look at Uncle Yan's expression. Obviously, I don't have enough intelligence. Don't you understand? My mother must know, you ask her

Cheng yingxuan does not know what her son is talking about. She will not show her ignorance by saying, "Xiaobao, you can explain it to him yourself."

"My father and I play the game of ascending to heaven in our dreams," Xiao Bao's expression was intoxicated in the dream, and his eyes were all smiling. "My father's ghost was floating and flying to the sky. And then I followed. That's why I want to go home in the wind. "

"What is the fear of Qionglou Yuyu?"

"I was standing on the 15th floor. I was a human being and couldn't fly. My father took me to fly and couldn't fly up. So, I fell down together." Xiao Bao regretfully explained, "it hasn't stopped hitting the ground. My father dragged me into hell. Uncle Yan, do you think that my father did too many immoral things in his life, so he couldn't go to heaven and he wanted to go to hell

Naive little face is really rippling very sad mood to ask.

According to ordinary people must coax children, Yan shiting is a heart harder than stone, "you are not nonsense, your father is not immoral, can give birth to your son so damaged?"

Cheng yingxuan stares at the father and son. Her mouth is cramped and her shoulders are shaking.

Yan shiting looked at her strange reaction, "do you have a cramp in your mouth?"

"No She shakes her head and really likes Ting Ting's self slander. Who says nobody in the world dares to scold him?

Cheng Xiaobao's eyes were red with anger, and his voice growled, "Uncle Yan, I hate you very, very, very hard. I hate you with 1086! My father has a bad son, but you can't even have a grandson! "

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