After thinking for a few minutes, the head of the Nangong family suddenly took notice.
I called Mr. Claus, "Hey, where is our son who makes a big fuss about the Heavenly Palace?"
In the afternoon, the little Junzi was holding his little fleshy face high by his godfather and came to the hotel again.
"Xia Xia, see who is coming."
It was cold, and Gu Nuanxi did not forget her son's clothes when she learned, and the little guy's clothes were cute, and each piece of clothes was like a theme song.
"Little tiger, why are you here? Godmother hug me." An Kexia hugged the little guy, then looked at his almost recovered little face, and she was so cute again. An Kexia rubbed her lips with her lips pursed and rubbed her.
The godson's face, "Nangong Zi, why did you carry the little tiger cub?"
Nangong Zi: "We both have to be parents, so we must not practice with our godson."
An Kexia kicked him with a shallow smile, and Nangong Zi also had a big smile on his face.
Sitting on the sofa, Enkexia took off the little guy's coat, revealing the little sweater inside, "Little Tiger, why are you so cute?"
Sure enough, when she heard the praises, Xiaoshanjun became even more well-behaved. She sat next to her godmother, with a small mouth, "Mom won't pout, dad will beat her, um~ baby's breasts."
The smile on Enkexia's face froze: How to translate this?
She looked at Nangong Zi, who leaned on the sofa, and the master enjoyed his posture very much, "My son said: His mother was taking the postgraduate entrance examination at home, he was naughty at home, and then his father spanked him, so I went to pick him up, and the baby came.
Now.”
"Oh~~" Koyama Jun pouted and admitted these words.
It was obviously his mischievousness, but he said it in coquettish words. Why did An Kexia feel that he was wronged?
"If you don't fight, you can play with your godmother."
Xiaoshanjun was in the living room and lay on the sofa for a while. While his godmother was going to make fish soup for him, his godfather held his little hand terrifiedly, "Son, let's go, my godfather will take you to play.
It's a fun one."
Is there something fun? Then why do godfathers are guilty and want to speak in a low voice?
"An Ma~" Xiaoshanjun shouted.
Enkexia, who was cooking in the kitchen, ran out immediately, "Be good, what's wrong?"
Because Xiaoshanjun doesn't call him "godma", he always fails to pronounce it as "An". Just as An Ke's surname is "An", due to fate, his little nipples call, that is "An Ma".
An Kexia was so happy that Nangong Zi was so envious, "Call for the godfather."
"How about ~"
Nangong Zi's tone was sour, "...How could I have thousands of rooms in Guangxia?"
Xiaoshanjun laughed excitedly and waved his little fist.
An Kexia liked this cute bun to death, but Nangong Zi was extremely depressed and taught him to do bad things. If he didn't do it, he would forget it, and even called Xia Xia out.
As soon as Nangong Zi returned to the study, he saw the incense burner on the table. He didn't want to stay for a second.
But the head of the Nangong family would not let his efforts be wasted. So, taking advantage of the fact that An Kexia was not paying attention, he stopped calling the villain this time. He walked to the study with his small breasts in his hands and then took him to the study room, and then took him to the house.
Put it on the desk in the study and waved his hand, "Son, you can destroy it at will!"
Xiaoshanjun looked down at Guangguang's desktop. He had nothing except a box-like thing. How could he destroy it?
It was boring. He lay on the table, his little butt slipped and his toes dripped. He stepped on his godfather's chair, and then turned from the chair and slid on the ground.
Nangong Zi was surprised and pulled his godson's collar, "Don't leave, tell me about this skill, when will I practice this skill?"
Xiaoshanjun laughed, how did he tell his godfather that he was climbing his father's study room and his mother's study room for a long time and he was self-taught~