The night was quiet, Xin Moer had been waiting for Xin Baobao to go back to her room to sleep, but she never did.
After asking Lan Yin, I found out that he was in Feng Qingcang's room.
Xin Moer rushed to Feng Qingcang's yard with great enthusiasm. The lights in the room were brightly lit, and Xin Baobei's laughter could be heard from time to time. She felt very disgusted and opened his door without even looking.
He yelled angrily, "Give me your son back!"
As a result, I saw a very dazzling, yet very harmonious picture.
Feng Qingcang was lying on the bed like a dog, with his hands and feet supporting the bed. Xin Baobao happily rode on his back and muttered, "Hurry up! It's too slow!"
Feng Qingcang was not angry because of Xin Baobei's impoliteness. He smiled happily and pretended to be a dog even harder.
The father and son continued to play as if they had not seen Xin Mo'er.
Xin Moer, "..." The famous Prince Xu actually pretended to be a dog and carried her son on his back.
The expression is not overjoyed!
Xin Mo'er walked to the bed and dragged Xin Baobao off Feng Qingcang's back, "You bastard, why don't you go to bed so late?"
Feng Qingcang then straightened his clothes and sat upright with a very elegant movement that was completely opposite to what he had just done.
Xin Baobao's legs were flying in the air, "Mom! The baby is not sleepy yet."
"What time has it been? Are you still not sleepy?" Xin Mo'er didn't hesitate to carry him out.
Unexpectedly, Xin Baobao, who has always obeyed her words, shouted urgently, with a pleading look on his face, "Mom! Baby likes him! Baby wants him to be baby's father!"
Xin Moer was slightly surprised. Although there were many people who were kind to Bao Bao in the past few years, Feng Qingcang was the only one who could make him recognize him as his father.
Xin Moer threw Xin Baobao on the bed again and glared at Feng Qingcang, "What kind of ecstasy did you pour into the baby!"
Feng Qingcang shrugged with a very innocent and unbeatable look, "Baby and I are both male, there is no use injecting ecstasy into baby. Have you never heard of the principle that same-sex repels and opposite-sex attracts each other?"
Really? Besides, even if I want to drink it, I will also drink it to you, so there is no way I can do anything to the baby."
"..." Xin Moer knew that she was no match for him and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.
Xin Baobao looked at Xin Mo'er with tears in his eyes, tears falling down like raindrops, "Mom, do you know that in the past few years, my baby has always wanted to have a father. You don't know that I am studying in a school.
When I was a child, many classmates laughed at Bao Bao, saying that Bao Bao was a wild child who had a mother but no father."
Xin Moer's heart trembled. In the past two years, the baby has grown older and has become more and more sensitive to the topic of father. But the baby never mentioned it in front of her. From one to five years old, he never shed a tear in front of her, because
He said that he was a man and could not shed tears. He wanted to protect his mother, so he had to be strong.
In fact, Xin Moer understood that Bao Bao was afraid that she would be sad. There were several times when Bao Bao came back from school and hid in bed early and pretended to sleep.
But Xin Moer knew that he was hiding in bed crying.
Although the baby matures earlier than the average child, in the final analysis, it is just a five-year-old child, and it will also long for father's love.
Feng Qingcang's phoenix eyes were filled with deep anger as he glared at Xin Mo'er. How could this woman be so cruel! His son was so sad that she could keep silent.
When Xin Baobei saw that his mother was not moving, he immediately threw himself into Feng Qingcang's arms. His tears fell even more frequently, like a string of beads, "My dear, I'm so pitiful. Why do people all have fathers? It's my dear."
Without daddy, baby, do you really want to talk about the wild children those people call you?"
Xin Moer's heart twitched. Perhaps, she shouldn't be stubborn. As a mother, she should take into account her children's feelings.
Feng Qingcang took Xin Baobao's small body into her arms, wiped away the tears and tears on Xin Baobao's face with her hands, and coaxed, "Baby, if you don't cry, your mother won't love you, and your father will love you.
Father will love you forever."
Xin Moer, "..." Has she ever admitted that the baby is his? It's better for him, he named it himself.
Xin Baobao looked pitiful and begging, his eyes fixed on Xin Moer's face, praying for her to let go.
The baby really likes his father Wang Daddy. During the month of coming to Nanzhao Kingdom, his father Wang Daddy would go to a house every day to see him and take him out to play.
Perhaps because blood is thicker than water, Baby Xin has an innate feeling of wanting to be close to his father, the royal father. The baby really hopes that his mother can stay with his father, the royal father, for the rest of his life and hold hands until old age.
Xin Moer naturally knew that Feng Qingcang had been accompanying Xin Baobao every day these days, and Xin Baobao liked him very much.
Seeing that her baby was happy every day, she just turned a blind eye or closed one eye.
Xin Moer sighed inwardly and looked at Feng Qingcang angrily, "Take good care of my son! The baby likes to push on the quilt when he sleeps at night, don't let him catch a cold!"
When Xin Baobei knew that her mother had agreed, she immediately jumped up from Feng Qingcang's arms and kissed Xin Moer's face, "I knew my mother loved my baby the most!"
Then he turned around and placed a kiss on Feng Qingcang's face. He was a little excited, a little excited, and sweetly called out, "Father!"
This is the time he has been looking forward to for six years. The baby dreams about his mother being able to reunite with his father and the family living happily.
Feng Qingcang had never felt that the word "father" could affect his heart so much, melting the last hard stone in his heart.
Before Feng Qingcang could recover from the warmth, Xin Baobao suddenly looked at him mysteriously, "Father, is Baobao your son now?"
Feng Qingcang nodded seriously without thinking, "Of course." It has always been the case.
Xin Baobei's clear and smart eyes were shining with golden light, "Are the things belonging to the father the king's treasure?"
Feng Qingcang stretched out her slender hand and rubbed the baby's little head, and nodded affirmatively again, "Yes."
"That is to say, all the property and real estate in Prince Xu's Mansion are treasures, right?" Xin Baobei's eyes deepened with a smile.
Xin Moer, "..." Son, you are obsessed with money.
Xin Baobei glanced back at her, and his money-losing eyes were something he learned from his mother.
Feng Qingcang understood this time that his son was here for his money? But he still nodded in agreement and said, "Yeah."
Xin Baobei became more interested and said with a wicked smile, "Father, aren't you afraid that Baobao and mother are here for the huge wealth of Prince Xu's mansion?"
Feng Qingcang seemed to be meditating on Bao Bao's words, wondering why he was hesitating.
Just when Xin Baobei was feeling a little disappointed, Feng Qingcang spoke up, "This Prince Xu's palace seems a little smaller, and the money is not as much as the emperor's. Do you think it's too little? If you think it's too little, talk to your father."
He said, "My father is going to rob the treasury."