Mozun raises the milk bag after the moon is old

Holding the pen and holding her child, she glanced at it again and again, it was so hot, but her heart was so cold: I hoped for the stars and the moon for a son...

Seeing the second baby in Li Tang's arms, and handing the baby in his own arms to him, his face collapsed: "Coincidentally, I am too..."

"Uh..." The corners of Litang's mouth twitched. He had heard the writer say that he wanted a daughter...

"Ah, that..." Li Tang coughed awkwardly, she should be comforted at this time! "It's okay to write the pen! You can be good brothers with He Tang."

After all, this son has everything, and he was full of joy but failed...

There is no other way, the writer can only comfort himself: "Yeah. It's also..."

After 15 years, the heart of writing is completely cold...

Because my son was kidnapped!

The object was actually Litang's son...

Seeing the figure of the domineering little man beckoning to his son fiercely, he said: Come on, give it to Xiao Zuo for a kiss, watched his son say "yes", then bent down, that goddamn The dwarf, who had completely inherited the character of the demon king, had the same domineering look in his eyes as his father. He clasped his son's neck and took it straight down, and then "slapped!" The little lord who took one bite, his heart was broken, and he couldn't put it together...

Holding the pen took a look at the exquisitely beautiful face, but the extremely short man frowned.

Then he turned his attention to himself, the son of Mingyun who was about to catch up with Mingyun's height, and completely fell into self-doubt: Didn't it mean that the boy looks like his father?

The little honorable lord looks like Litang, she looks very good-looking...

Why did his son follow him?

What is thought-provoking is that the little lord has also inherited his father's domineering power through and through, while his son has inherited his gentle personality and calmness...

So what exactly went wrong?

The writer looked at the person not far away who was trying to trick his son and take advantage of it, completely desperate: "..."

"My lord is still young..." "歘" A small knife flew over and precisely pierced into the writing writer's heart. The writing writer felt that he was going to collapse and go into shock the next moment: it was clearly a comforting word, but the tone was very much like the future Miao Miao: "Maybe she will grow taller..."

The writer took a look at his husband, the ghost king: How could he open his eyes and talk nonsense even though he didn't believe it?

Ming Yun sensed that the sluggish atmosphere in the air was infinitely expanding: "It's just... counterproductive... so I could only say "uh": "The little lord still has merits..."

The writing surface is smiling: yes, yes, it has completely inherited the attributes of his father and mother!

Domineering plus a grinder!

He has nothing to say about these overbearing torturers, but he has nothing to say about how to deal with his son, digging holes for his son, digging out his mind and wholeheartedly on how to eat his son's tofu, so he really has opinions!

And even if he dug a hole for his son, he even dug it on his own head!

Looking at He Tang who was smiling harmlessly at him in front of him, he raised his eyebrows while holding a pen, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "What's your job, little lord?"

"Uncle Writer, Xiaozuo calls you, do you dare to agree?"

"..." As soon as you hear it, there must be nothing good, it is definitely a trap!Let's see what this little lord wants to do: "Young lord, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

The corner of He Tang's mouth twisted into an evil smile: "You tell me first if you dare to agree to Xiao Zuo."

Looking at He Tang's smile while writing the pen, he said in his heart, it's a rare smile like yours, but the smile is exactly the same, he really deserves to be your father's son: "Okay."

As soon as the words were finished, the writer became numb, and the corners of He Tang's mouth in front of him raised even more, and he simply said, "My lord father-in-law!"

The writer chose to shut up, and He Tang also chose to shut up, blinked at the writer for a moment, and ran away in a flash.

"Father seat!" Ye You didn't even bother to lift his head when he heard the sweet voice from far to near: "With this tone, you don't need to look to know how stupid the expression on his son's face is!"

Usually at such a time, there must be some small calculations in my heart, and I guess the time is almost here, I stretched out my hand and took the son who was rushing towards him with a stomach full of bad water into his arms and listened to the second half of the sentence: "I heard Uncle Mingyun was your subordinate before?"

"..." Why did you say this suddenly?Ye You was stunned for a moment, but still didn't look up, and immediately figured out his thoughts: when his black-bellied son mentioned Mingyun, it must have something to do with Mingjue, and if he mentioned Mingyun as his subordinate, it must have something to do with his identity There are relationships……

So……

Yeyou finally couldn't help looking up, and saw his black-bellied son with an extremely flattering smile on his face: "..."

"Father seat..." He Tang laughed so hard that Ye You wanted to throw him three feet away from him: Isn't that outrageous?

Yeyou put down his pen: "If you fart, let it go."

"Are you frustrated?"

"..."

Seeing that his father didn't respond, He Tang was not in a hurry, and put on an expression that I felt wronged for you: "Oh...Uncle Mingyun used to be the subordinate of the father, but now because the mother wants to It's too pitiful for me to be a brother to Mingjue but to Uncle Mingyun."

He Tang continued to shake his head hypocritically: "My son is not worth doing for you."

Yeyou couldn't listen anymore: "How are you doing?"

"Son sacrifices the small self, perfects the big self, and makes you feel proud, father!"

Yeyou looked at his emperor's righteous little expression and said to himself, you can save yourself!

However, his son directly chose to ignore it, and continued: "Son, my father and Uncle Mingyun don't need to be called brothers!" He Tang rushed over, grabbed Yeyou's arm and said cunningly: "My son abducted Mingjue here for you!" After you become a little venerable, you will be liberated."

Ye You wanted to slap his son to death, but on the surface he smiled and said: "Are you sure Ming Jue agrees?"

"What a simple thing!" Unexpectedly, when his son heard the words, his nostrils turned upside down and his eyes rolled up, Yeyou fully felt the discrimination: because his son's face showed the expression that his father is old and his brain is not working : "Only the father seat, you are helpless."

It seems that Ming Jue is easy to deal with...

Yeyou shook his head helplessly: This Mingjue is more stubborn than his father, how can he be so talkative?

Is it someone who let go easily?It is naive.

"Father, just keep your eyes open... Look clearly!" Ye You looked at his son's expression suspiciously, and what he didn't blurt out was the word dog eyes...

Just as Ye You was thinking, he heard his son put out the "three" with a tone of confidence, and said, "Three days! Just three days!"

After all, the person disappeared without a trace.