Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

   Chapter 941 Wolf Brother-in-law

  Bo Jingxing had a little pretence, so he put off the phone and cried so sad and sad, Bo Jingxing quickly opened his eyes, hugged Wanwan and sat on his stomach.

   "Don't cry, am I all right?"

   "Xingxing...Xingxing didn't die..."

   Wanwan stretched out her tender and tender hand and wiped her eyes.

   "Not dead yet." Bo Jingxing hiccupped, grabbed Wan Wan's little hand and put it on his stomach.

   "Indigestion here, rub it for me."

  Crying and burping in the evening, his little hands grabbed Bo Jingxing's clothes and scratched twice, "...Kneading Xingxing will not die, right?"

   "Well...but you're not rubbing, you're scratching."

   With crying red eyes every night, while rubbing Bo Jingxing's stomach, he "chat" with Bo Jingxing.

  Bo Jingxing really didn't know what to say to Wanwan, so he messed around with the topic.

   "Look at your sister, do you know that you are still young? You still haven't come home at this point?"

   pouted little mouth every night, not very happy.

   "Mom... at work..."

  Bo Jingxing glared at her and said seriously:

   "That's your sister, don't yell. We're married anyway. If you call her mother, what am I? I don't want to wear your little green hat!"

   pouted every night.

   "Xingxing...you don't like late nights..."

  Who likes a walking green hat?

   "Wan Wansuke is so cute..."

  Bo Jingxing glanced at her, your big eyes are full of grievances, but it's really foul!

   "Do you think it's not good at night..."

   Those big grape-like eyes were filled with crystal clear tears.

   "You can be more obedient in Wanwan... You don't want Mama and Wan Wan..."

   said, the bean-sized tears fell. He lowered his head and rubbed Bo Jingxing's stomach with his two little hands that had not stopped moving.

   That well-behaved and pitiful appearance makes people feel soft and distressed.

   "Hey, hey, I didn't say I didn't want you, why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't say I didn't want your mother and you!"

"Really?"

   Bo Jingxing nodded, "Really."

  Blinking his big eyes late at night, he still looked at him worriedly.

   Bo Jingxing took a deep breath and nodded his face, "Come on, give me a kiss and you won't be able to fake it."

   Wanwan blinked her big eyes and climbed directly from Bo Jingxing's stomach to Bo Jingxing's chest, her soft little hands held his face.

   "Bah—"

   "Wood—"

  “Boom——”

   kissed him one after another on his honey-colored handsome face.

   "Okay, okay, kiss me with saliva!"

  Bo Jingxing avoided Wan Wan's "wet kiss" with a look of disgust.

   Wanwan looked at Bo Jingxing's face and laughed "giggling".

  Bo Jingxing hiccupped, looking at Wanwan's pretty and cute little face, after a long while, he suddenly said:

   "Little Fatty, let me hear you call Dad."

As soon as the    voice came out, Bo Jingxing's heart suddenly jumped twice, and an inexplicable strange feeling filled his heart.

dad……

   This title seems to be too far away from him.

   is not very suitable for him.

  Xiao Wanwan didn't know what she was thinking, and when she heard Bo Jingxing's words, she was stunned for a long time.

   "...Does Xingxing want his dad that night?"

   Bo Jingxing pursed his lips, a layer of unnaturalness floated on his honey-colored handsome face.

   "No. You and your sister are the same father. Your sister is so old, which shows that your father is a bad old man. I am so handsome, how can I be your father?"

  Bo Jingxing reached out and rubbed Wan Wan's pink and tender face, "Hurry up and continue rubbing it for me, it's so uncomfortable."

"……Oh."

When   Sang Yu came back, all he saw was sitting on Bo Jingxing's body in the evening, propping up his two small arms, rubbing Bo Jingxing with force.

  Sang Yu's face changed slightly and walked over quickly.

   "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

   "Mom..." She called out softly lately. She had been frightened and worried just now, but now that she saw Sang Yu coming back, her nerves loosened, and her eyes instantly burst into tears.

  Sang Yu picked up Ye Wanwan and comforted softly, "It's alright."

  Wanwan buried her head in Sangyu's neck, sobbing softly.

   Holding Wanwan and sitting beside Bo Jingxing, Sang Yu looked at Bo Jingxing who had opened her eyes and asked again:

   "Where are you uncomfortable?"

   Watching Sang Yu come back, his eyes were always on her.

  I haven’t seen you for a day, how did you leave the door in the morning, and how did you come back at night.

   The makeup on the face must have been touched up.

   Maybe just because of the rush, the flush on both sides of the cheeks is a little more obvious than before.

Maybe……

   When the cold air she brought in from outside dissipated, Bo Jingxing turned cold.

"you've been drinking?"

  Sang Yu frowned, holding Wan Wan and was about to stand up, "I think you're fine."

   Bo Jingxing quickly grabbed Sang Yu's wrist, "Woman with no conscience, my stomach hurts!"

  Sang Yu was pulled so hard that he sat down on the sofa again, and looked at his stomach, where the shirt was wrinkled, obviously it was the place he had just ravaged in the evening.

   "Did you eat something bad, or..."

   "Eat too much, indigestion!"

   still seemed to hiccup in order to increase his persuasion.

  Sang Yu slightly pulled her lips, and a slight arc was drawn around her lips.

   "How much food can you eat to get indigestion?"

   Bo Jingxing did not speak for a while.

   Wanwan raised his head and said childishly; "I only ate...three meals."

   She paused for a few seconds and counted her fingers.

  Sang Yu wondered, "Three bowls of rice is not a lot for you, how come you suddenly have indigestion?"

   "It's just indigestion, how much food do you care about me?!"

  Sang Yu took a deep breath, put Wanwan aside, took out the medicine box from under the coffee table, then stood up and pulled Bo Jingxing up.

   On Bo Jingxing's back and shoulders, his arms were slapped and rubbed for a while, regardless of Bo Jingxing's dissatisfaction, and after a while, he picked up the thin thread and wrapped it around his thumb.

   Seeing Sang Yu holding a sharp needle, Bo Jingxing stared at her defensively.

"kill you!"

   Bo Jingxing snorted lightly and killed him with an embroidery needle?

Just kidding?

   However, at the same time as he sneered sarcastically, there was a sudden tingling on his thumb, followed by a blood that was a little darker in color.

  “…”

   This cruel woman.

   (end of this chapter)