After saying this, Peng Fei finally fell off the wall.

He was still shocked, and he was completely unprepared and fell heavily.

The butt hurts...

"Boss, is this your son too? It's as big as the prince and the little sweet bean!"

Peng Fei didn't realize that something was wrong now.

Bo Ye had a very bad headache, he was really confused and his mind was blank.

That child is his son...

Youli gave birth to three children for him!

Bo Ye leaned against the wall, and his legs were kicked by the little thing, and it hurts all the time.

Take out your cell phone from your pocket and call Qin Fang.

As soon as the phone was connected, Qin Fang's anxious voice came, "Have you found my master?"

"Well, I found it." Bo Ye rubbed his temples. This was his habitual movement in the past two years.

"Finished, found..." Qin Fang's excited voice burst into tears.

"I'll confirm with you, she and I have...a child?"

Bo Ye did not tell Qin Fang that the person was found, but he ran away again.

Saying this will only make Qin Fang more worried, and there is no need.

This time Qin Fang was going to come back with him.

He had already handed over Yu Shaoqing to Huo Tingzhou, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, when he left, he did not tell Qin Fang, but set out in advance.

"Ah, that, I'm going to worry about you rather worry about one than worry about two. Is Mr. Bo scared?" Qin Fang laughed as he said.

When his master was found, his heart was overwhelmed.

It wouldn't be scared, it's just shocked.

Who would have thought of two sons and one daughter...

"My master cares about his little ancestor very much. With him here, she will not hurt people."

Qin Fang's smiley tone was filled with a relaxed voice.

"Little ancestor?"

It turns out that the little butt is called Xiaozu...

Bo Ye suddenly remembered that Xiao Tiandou and the Prince of the Prince heard the title of Xiao Ancestor every time.

They all emphasize that they are not little ancestors, but they really have a little ancestor.

"Well, my little ancestor is the second child, so my master only plays with him. That kid is very sensible and has a bad stomach..."

Realizing that he was in front of his father and saying that his son was bad and not very good, Qin Fang stopped the sound in time.

Bo Ye had a headache, but after hearing Qin Fang's words, he smiled.

He seemed to be able to imagine what kind of child this was and how interesting it would be.

——

The little ancestor sneezes several times in a row.

"Roar, I've sneezed so much, and someone wants to scold me."

After sleeping freely, the sleeping people become even more tired.

After opening his eyes, he said lazily, "Water..."

The little ancestor immediately poured water and sent it to his brother's mouth.

He asked obediently again, "Elme? I'll cook noodles for my brother."

Liu Yi's actions of drinking water were paused, and he glanced at the little ancestor, "If you have something to say."

My little ancestor is just a fool, so how can he cook noodles?

The little ancestor immediately rubbed his belly, "I'm hungry and want to eat noodles."

Youli looked at him coldly and stood up.

The waist soreness has been relieved, but the traces of pinching the waist are still there.

But she has been sleeping for the past two days, and she has a sleep, and the more she sleeps, the more she becomes, the more she sleeps.

It was probably because of the smell that I smelled, the man who dared to play this trick on her.

They will die miserably!

Before killing this man, you must chop off his hands first.

They are not in the city now, but rent a house in the suburbs.

My little ancestor liked it very much, and he could jump into the sea to swim by opening the window.

Liu Yi poured water into the pot, and the little ancestor stood on the stool and watched.

"This is too much water... right?"

"Shut up!" You freed the instant noodles bag and threw the dough into it.

"Don't you wait until the water boils before putting the dough cakes...?"

Youli ignored his little ancestors, what's the difference?

"Don't put the bags on the food..." the little ancestor asked again.

The words of my little ancestors can eventually turn them into questions.

If you don't say that, you're sure, you don't want to be beaten.

Youli didn't see any material bags, let alone amnesia and no consciousness.

Even before she lost her memory, her cooking skills were impressive.

The little ancestor poured out the material bag in the noodle bag and held it in front of his brother with both hands.

He smiled and didn't say anything. If he spoke again, he would easily be cooked by his brother.

Yi Free packed the materials and poured them into the pot, impatient throughout the whole process.

Because there is too much water and it is under cold water, the noodles cooked are soft and tasteless.

The little ancestor rubbed his face and his beautiful eyes turned.

He asked tentatively, "Brother, why don't we go home and eat hot pot?"

Looking at the amazing man who avoided the brother yesterday and made her waist, legs and soft, she remembered that the route was very powerful.

I said I couldn't find the way home, so I definitely didn't want to go back.

When Youli heard the hot pot, his eyebrows raised slightly.

That one is called putting something, the hot pot tastes really good.

She thought it was quite delicious when she first came out to eat the food outside.

But after eating too much, I really want the food on the island.

Seeing that there was a chance, the little ancestor said again, "We can finish the hot pot and run out to play. Anyway, the useless fathers can't stop you."

When my little ancestor praised my brother, he would not forget to step on his fathers and would also give appropriate descriptions.

When he heard this, Youli immediately stood up and said, "Go back!"

The sentence "You don't remember the way home" was right next to the little ancestor.

However, he held back and said nothing.

I have to bear it until I go home and settle the score with my brother.

Youli and they just got on the boat, and Bo Ye led his people to find the house they had just lived in.

Looking at the paste that was already lump in the bowl, Bo Ye picked it with chopsticks.

"From this cooking skills, it must be cooked by the young master. I guess the little butt will cook better than him."

When Peng Fei was talking, he picked up a small sunglasses from the ground.

There is also dry dipping sauce on the sunglasses...

If he had owed his hands at that time, he would take off the small sunglasses.

I could recognize this at a glance that this is the young master's child...

Um?

"Fuck, boss, that's not right. Little butt looks like a young master, how can it be your son?"
To be continued...