Beibei puffed up his cheeks, and stared at her as if his soft, delicate face had been inflated.
Xiao Lingyue was amused and raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, I was wrong, I won't tease you anymore. This man's name is Meng Wenhao. I met him in the bandits' den in Hulang Mountain. He is a maritime merchant from Dong Qi. "
"Why did the businessman appear in the bandits' den?"
Beibei was stunned for a moment and quickly guessed, "Did he be caught by bandits and go up the mountain?"
"yes."
"Then he's quite unlucky."
"Not only was he taken up the mountain by bandits, he was also forced to do hard labor and almost starved to death."
Xiao Lingyue curled her lips and said meaningfully: "However, he is very lucky."
North:"......?"
He was captured by bandits again and almost starved to death.
Where is the luck?
Xiao Lingyue smiled and said nothing.
Meng Wenhao led the little boy, and when he was led up by Qing Luo, he saw "Miss Shen" sitting on the soft couch by the window, holding her chin and smiling.
Sitting opposite her was a little boy of four or five years old. His eyebrows were particularly delicate and pretty, as pretty as a snow porcelain doll. He pursed his lips slightly and looked at him with a strange look.
The pupils of his eyes were dark.
Like a curious and cute little animal.
Meng Wenhao was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "Miss Shen, is this your son?"
"Yes, his name is Beibei." Xiao Lingyue stood up to greet the guests.
Seeing Meng Wenhao's surprised expression, she laughed: "Don't you think it looks like it?"
Meng Wenhao said awkwardly: "No, I'm just a little surprised. Miss Shen's son is so good-looking..."
But it’s really...not like it at all!
The son is much prettier than his mother. At first glance, he thought he was a little girl.
"Haha, you're not the first to say this. Beibei looks more like his biological father." Xiao Lingyue said nonsense.
Meng Wenhao believed it to be true and sincerely praised: "Miss Shen's husband must be a beauty!"
Using the word "beautiful" to describe a man sounds a little weird.
However, when Meng Wenhao looked at Beibei's overly delicate eyebrows, he really couldn't relate to words like "chicken and handsome". The only word that could match him was "beautiful".
The trumpets are all so beautiful, and they look bigger than they are.
His biological father is so stunning that he cannot be overstated by calling him "beautiful".
"Pfft...beautiful...hahahaha!"
Xiao Lingyue was instantly amused, holding her belly and laughing, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Meng Wenhao: "??"
He looked confused and said: "Did I say something wrong?"
"No... pfft, you are right!" Xiao Lingyue suppressed her smile and said with certainty: "Beibei's biological father is indeed a great beauty, pfft... pfft. ....."
No, she almost died laughing.
When I think of Zhan Beihan's handsome and sharp face, I think of the word "beauty".
Xiao Lingyue couldn't hold back her laughter until her stomach hurt.
Beibei looked at his mother who was poked at her smile, sighed silently, stood up like a grown-up, and said gracefully: "I'm sorry, my mother is not serious sometimes, please don't mind."
Meng Wenhao waved his hands hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay..."
"Please take a seat."
Beibei smiled and then ordered Qingluo: "Serve the guests tea and two plates of snacks that are easy to digest."
Qingluo: "Yes, young master."
She quickly quit.
Meng Wenhao looked at Beibei in surprise.
Beibei explained: "The little boy next to you doesn't seem to be in good health. He will be better with snacks that are easy to digest." This chapter has been completed!