After being reborn, I became the little ancestor of the paranoid tyrant

"Brother, you are back."

As soon as Xu Chenting heard the news of Fu Boyun's return, he hurried to the door to greet him.

"Sorry to let you come back by yourself today."

Fu Boyun looked tired, and still wanted to comfort Xu Chenting, reaching out to rub his head.

"It's okay, your business is more important, I'm not a child anymore, I can go home by myself."

Xu Chenting loves to act like a baby with Fu Boyun, it's their little fun.

but.

Acting like a baby is acting like a baby, and being sapo is being sapo.

Any act of coquettishness that is inappropriate, any act of coquettishness that makes it difficult for the other party is called spoiling.

As a mature lover, Xu Chenting would never be rude to Fu Boyun.

Fu Boyun looked down at him, and curled her thin lips lightly: "To me, you are still a child, a child who loves to be coquettish and coquettish."

Xu Chenting's face flushed slightly, and he could feel Fu Boyun's love for him.

"Ha chi~"

Very milky, a soft sneezing sound came from Fu Boyun's arms.

Just now Xu Chenting noticed something in his arms, but it was wrapped tightly, so he couldn't tell what it was.

"this is?"

Xu Chenting didn't dare to lift it directly, but looked up at Fu Boyun and asked suspiciously.

Fu Boyun gave Xu Chenting a look, encouraging Xu Chenting to explore by himself.

Xu Chenting carefully lifted the quilt in Fu Boyun's arms, revealing a childish, cold and flushed face, with eyebrows somewhat similar to Fu Boyun's.

"illegitimate child?"

Xu Chenting gently touched the child's little face, and asked without raising his head.

"It is impossible for me to have children in my life." Fu Boyun's tone was very firm, and he was relieved in the next second: "Unless..."

"Huh?" Xu Chenting couldn't help looking up at him.

"Unless you can give birth." Fu Boyun went to the living room with one arm around the child in his arms and the other around Xu Chenting's waist.

"Then I may not be able to do it."

Xu Chenting shook his head with a smile. Although he knew a lot of things, he was really not good at things like giving birth.

"Then I'm [-] percent sure I won't have kids."

Fu Boyun put the child on the sofa together with the quilt wrapped in it, and solemnly assured Xu Chenting.

These words silently promised Xu Chenting that he would be the only one by his side.

There will be no others, and it is impossible to have any children with others.

"Where did this kid come from?"

Xu Chenting didn't suspect that this was Fu Boyun's illegitimate son, after all, he came back with the rebirth script.

Although he was not so clear about many things about Fu Boyun, there was definitely no illegitimate child.

If Fu Boyun still had children, he wouldn't have given him all his inheritance before he died.

"A child born to my second uncle's mistress."

"It's not that the Fu family has no money, how did they let the child become so thin?"

The child looked only four or five years old, with thin arms and legs, obviously malnourished, and there were obvious bruises on the arms and legs, which made Xu Chenting feel distressed and angry.

"A mistress thinks that a mother is more expensive than a child, but my second aunt has a strong temper and refuses to live or die. Because of this incident, the second uncle and the second aunt quarreled in the car, and they were so excited that they started to fight. Then there was a car accident, and a None survived."

"The Fu family is a bunch of cold-blooded people. The second wife and the first line are dead. They felt that the illegitimate child was not worthy of entering the Fu family, so they drove away the mistress and the child. The mistress felt that there was no benefit in exchange for this child, so she started Treat him harshly, deny him food, beat and scold him, and vent his anger on him."

"Now the mistress is going to get married, and she doesn't want to take this oil bottle with her, so she secretly throws away the child."

Fu Boyun looked down at the child's small nose moving with his breathing, but his brows were frowning, and he looked like he was not sleeping peacefully. He reached out to touch his brow, and said softly:

"I went to pick it up."