Madam Ji had no choice but to stand in the hall, her serious brows frowned tightly, and her expression was dissatisfied.
"Mother!"
Beibei ran out of the door and saw the prince from afar, Zhan Beihan and Xiao Lingyue were coming.
His cold eyebrows and eyes instantly turned warm, and he couldn't wait to go down the steps and ran towards Xiao Lingyue.
Xiao Lingyue stopped, smiled and bent down and opened her hand, and caught the little guy who was throwing into her arms, his voice stained with a smile.
"Bibei, I'm back."
Beibei held her waist with his little hand and rubbed it hard into her arms. His voice was muffled: "Mom said she would come back in the morning. It's almost noon. I've been waiting for a long time."
"Sorry, something was delayed."
Xiao Lingyue squatted down, kissed his side face, and said with a smile: "Can you forgive my mother?"
Beibei snorted lightly, and suddenly smelled the heavy smell of the wounded medicine on his mother's body, and there was a faint smell of blood that was covered up.
His little face changed slightly.
"Mom~!" Han Han shouted excitedly.
Xiao Lingyue smiled and let go of one hand, just caught another small body that rushed over.
The two little guys threw themselves into her arms at the same time.
"Mom is back. Beibei and I have been waiting for a long time. Where have you and Dad been?" Han Han reached out and hugged Xiao Lingyue's neck, rubbed it into her neck, and asked with a smile.
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If Beibei was about to ask his mother if she was injured, he had to swallow it for the time being.
He curled his lips disgustedly: "You go a little bit and squeeze into me."
Han Han twisted his body: "No, no, I want my mother to hug her too~"
The mother and son were so intimate that they were together, and they were very happy to rub each other.
On the side, the prince looked at Zhan Beihan who was completely ignored by the little guy, like a background board, and joked: "Third brother, your biological son is like raised by Miss Shen."
There is no real father in my eyes.
Zhan Bei glanced at him coldly: "Brother said this, it seems you have a sense of existence?"
The little bastard doesn’t just ignore his own father, but isn’t the prince and his uncle also ignored?
What kind of face do you laugh at him?
The prince raised his eyebrows and looked at the door of the hall: "Don't compare me with you, at least in your sister-in-law's eyes, the eldest brother is still very present!"
Zhan Beihan: "..." He also looked at the palace gate.
Sure enough, I saw the princess standing at the door, protecting her belly with her hands, and looking straight at the prince with a pair of smiling eyes.
The prince also looked at her, and the couple looked at each other, and there was no one else in their eyes.
Zhan Beihan: "..."
He snorted coldly in his heart, promising.
Turning his head again, watching Xiao Lingyue holding one in one hand, listening to the two children chattering and fighting, the smile on the corners of his lips was soft.
Zhan Beihan walked over with a calm face, held his own son's collar in one hand, and lifted him out of the woman's arms.
Han Han instinctively struggled, turned his head and stared at him: "Dad, what are you doing? Let me down!"
His two little feet were in the air and he couldn't help but kicking.
Zhan Beihan carried his collar, like a kitten on the back of his neck. Seeing the little guy keep flapping his hands and feet, he said angrily: "Do you still know that I am your father?"