"He...he is the child from the supermarket downstairs,"

Wen Ning explained guiltily, secretly warned Yan Mobao, the little ghost spirit, and threw out a bill, "Okay, kid, go home quickly!"

"Uncle, you are so handsome, tall and big, much more handsome than my scumbag father." Mo Bao looked up at Li Beichen and spoke.

Wen Ning was in a bad mood.

"Scared Dad?" Li Beichen frowned. Somehow, he didn't hate this child wearing a mask for no reason.

There is also a subtle feeling, probably because he is about the same age as Jiujiu.

"Yes, my dad is so bad! I had a woman outside when my mom was pregnant and sent my mom to a mental hospital. In the end, my mom gave birth prematurely and took me away. The key is that he is still obsessed with it now.

Be with the mistress! Do you think he is a scumbag? Uncle?"

"" Li Beichen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he always felt that the story the boy told was somewhat similar to himself and Wen Ning.

But I am definitely not such a scumbag.

He coughed lightly, "Don't want this kind of scumbag."

""Wen Ning, Nine.

Mo Bao laughed coldly, "Yes, I think my mother doesn't want him, unless he kneels down and admits his mistakes, and chasing his wife to the crematorium ninety-nine times."

Li Beichen said 'e' without commenting.

Wen Ning twitched his mouth directly.

"Oh, I'm so envious when I see your family of three together. Auntie, can I stay and play for a while?"

Mo Bao asked carefully.

Wen Ning wanted to vomit blood, and she became an "aunt"?

Before she could speak, Li Beichen was slightly stunned by the "family of three". He looked at Wen Ning and Jiujiu deeply.

Is the family of three? The man seemed to have his heart hit, and he was in a good mood and said, "Yes."

"Jiujiu, take the children to the living room to play!" He looked like the tone of the male owner of the house.

Which onion are you?

Wen Ning watched her two sons run into the living room holding hands with tears in their faces.

"Your meal hasn't been ready yet?" Li Beichen turned his head and asked her proudly.

The little woman was 1.66 meters tall in front of him, so petite that she was not enough to see.

She glanced at him, not wanting to pay attention, walked into the kitchen, and soon brought out the rich dishes.

"Jiujiu, it's time to eat." She called her son.

Li Beichen smelled the fragrance and was really hungry, so he sat down with a noble and arrogant look.

"Children, take off your mask and have dinner with us." He asked Mo Bao.

Wen Ning is a little nervous

But Mo Bao shook his head, "No, Uncle, I can't take off my mask."

"Why?" the man swept over inquiring.

"I have an infectious disease, I'm afraid it will be transmitted to you!" Mo Bao smiled bitterly and made a gesture to pick it up, "But if my uncle doesn't dislike me."

Wen Ning thrust his mouth hard and let his breathing go flat. This little drama actor!

"No need!" Li Beichen immediately stopped him with a dark face, "Just wear it."

As a man with a first-class cleanliness obsessed with cleanliness, he quickly carried Jiujiu a meter away and never mentioned taking off his mask again.

Jiujiu couldn't help but turn his head and smiled, and winked at Mo Bao.

Too cunning, Mo Bao, I'm almost ruining my daddy.

Mo Bao also raised his eyebrows secretly.

"Okay, Jiujiu, have a meal soon." Wen Ning glared at two bad things secretly, sat down and picked up food for his son.

As for Mo Bao, he had already eaten enough, so she didn't have to worry about it.

"Why didn't I serve my meal?"

Li Beichen looked at it for a long time and there were no bowls and chopsticks in front of him. He was so displeased that he looked up and questioned the woman.

"Oh, Mr. Li didn't eat?" Wen Ning spoke hypocritically, "Do you have no hands or feet?"

She chose ribs for her son.

Li Beichen's eyebrows turned black and stared at the pork ribs piled up in Jiujiu bowl. It was rich in color and fragrant, light but not greasy.

He had to admit that this woman's cooking skills seemed to have improved in three years.


Chapter completed!