Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

Little Pinecone's thick long eyelashes flickered, and there was a sly glimmer, "But whether uncle regards Auntie Xiaomeng as a sister or a girlfriend, only he knows. After all, he is a public figure and cannot fall in love casually. , even if I like it, I don’t dare to say it.”

Before he finished speaking, An Ran choked hard and almost spit out the sip of juice he just drank!

"What do you, a three-year-old kid, know? Hurry up and eat."

As he spoke, he took a piece of abalone and stuffed it into Little Pinecone's mouth, blocking his little mouth to prevent him from speaking astonishingly.

Little Pinecone shrugged, and then let out a long sigh, "Although I am only three years old, I have experienced mommy's two marriage changes, so I have much more experience than other children."

At the dinner table, An Qi, Lu Junyan and Lu Haochen choked violently at the same time, and a row of grass and mud horses whizzed past in their hearts.

An Qi held her forehead. Although she had only been married once and divorced once, in Xiao Songguo's heart, she and Lu Haochen were considered husband and wife. After all, when they were in New City, they lived as husband and wife.

When a family breaks up, the most harmed are the children.

She really hopes to give her child a complete and happy home, but there are many people and things that she cannot control, especially Lu Junyan's heart.

"Little pine cone." She looked at her son and said earnestly, "Mommy, I'm sorry that my affairs have affected you, but my father, my fourth uncle, and I love you very much, no matter what kind of life we ​​choose in the future. , will not change my love for you, you know?"

Little Pinecone made a mischievous face, "Actually, I'm okay, but Xiao Qin is pitiful because he has a bad stepmother, even worse than the queen in Snow White."

Lu Junyan sweated slightly, "I won't let her get close to Xiaoqian."

He knew that An Qi was most worried about Xiaoqian. His weakness was An Qi, and An Qi's weakness was his son.

Neither can be choked by the enemy.

Little Song Guo pouted, "The bad stepmother also wants to give birth to a little brother to replace Xiao Yu as the heir, but I know that she has a little sister in her belly!"

Lu Haochen stroked his head, "How did you know she was the little sister?"

"She told me that this is telepathy between children." Little Pinecone shook his head and said.

Lu Haochen laughed, "It turns out our little pine cone has super powers, so powerful."

My son always has all kinds of wild and strange fantasies in his mind.

An Qi curled up the corners of her mouth, half-smiling, with a hint of mockery in her tone, "My daughter is fine, Mr. Lu just wants a daughter."

Lu Junyan glanced at her. He wanted a daughter, but it must and could only be her.

He took a sip of the juice, which was a bit bitter, maybe because he felt bitter in his heart.

unspeakable trouble.

Lu Haochen hugged the little bun next to him, "I don't want any more daughters, nor do I want any more sons, as long as I have my little pinecone."

Before meeting An Qi, he was a complete non-marriageist, playing with the world and love, and passed through thousands of flowers without touching a single leaf.

He doesn't want to get married, he doesn't want a wife, and he doesn't want children.

It was An Qi who changed him.

The three years in New City were the happiest days of his life.

He hopes the happiness can continue.

Little Pinecone grinned happily, revealing a row of white teeth, "I love Daddy the most!"

He will not recognize his fourth uncle. Dad is his only biological father.

An Qi buried her head and took a sip of the soup, her heart trembling.

If one day, Lu Junyan knew that Little Pinecone was the second treasure, he would probably go crazy.

He probably even wanted to strangle her to death.

But it wasn't her fault. She originally wanted to reveal Little Pinecone's identity at the wedding, but he betrayed her and abandoned her.

Little Song Guo doesn't recognize him as his biological father, and it's his own fault.