201. Chapter 201

Cheng Yingxuan picked up her son's small body in cooperation, "I have wronged my baby." She threw a knife at Yan Shiting, "Why are you hurting my son?"

"Cheng Yingxuan, are you such a naughty child?" Yan Shiting said with a face as cold as a glacier and an unhappy tone, "Aren't you afraid of spoiling him?"

"What do you know? It's rare for my son to act coquettishly." She said "pop" on Xiaobao's tender face. Xiaobao is usually so sensible that it makes people feel bad. "Besides, it's normal for Xiaobao not to like you. ?Does everyone have to like you? You are not RMB. What are you pretending to be?"

Yan Shiting's head was filled with black smoke, and his already cold face looked particularly terrifying. "Who said Xiaobao doesn't like me? He just called me daddy."

Cheng Xiaobao showed an incredulous look, "Uncle Yan, your brain is not rusty, is it? You are not my father, how could I call you dad?" He patted his chest righteously, "Even if my dad is a rabbit, I won't He will recognize a thief as his father!"

"You shouted several times last night. If you don't believe me, ask your mother." Yan Shiting told the truth without blushing.

"Really?" Cheng Xiaobao looked at his mother with bright eyes.

Cheng Yingxuan nodded, "Xiaobao is talking in his sleep."

"Did Uncle Yan hear it?" Cheng Xiaobao snorted coldly, "I was playing games with my dad in my dream."

"What game?" Yan Shiting's face was dark. If it wasn't a childish game, he could play along.

Cheng Xiaobao jumped out of bed, put on his little slippers, put his hands behind his back, pulled open the curtains, stood in front of the window, and recited a poem incomprehensibly: "I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid of Qionglou." Yuyu. Uncle Yan must not understand such an advanced game."

Isn't this reciting poetry? Why has it become a game? Yan Shiting really didn't understand, "Speak in human terms."

Xiaobao looked back with a look of disdain, "Look at Uncle Yan's expression. It's obvious that he's not intelligent enough. Don't you understand? My mother must know, just ask her."

Cheng Yingxuan didn't know what her son was talking about. She wouldn't show her ignorance by saying it. "Xiaobao, you'd better explain it to him yourself."

"I was playing a game of ascending to the sky with my dad in my dream," Xiaobao said with an expression as if he was intoxicated in a dream, his eyes were smiling, "My dad's ghost was flying up to the sky. Then I followed. Fly. This is how I want to ride the wind back home."

"What is the fear of Qionglou Yuyu?"

"Even if I'm standing on the fifteenth floor, I'm a human and can't fly. Even if my dad takes me to fly, I can't fly up. So, they all fell down." Xiaobao explained regretfully, "It didn't stop even after it hit the ground. My father dragged me into hell. Uncle Yan, tell me, did my father do too many immoral things during his lifetime and that he cannot go to heaven and will go to hell?"

The innocent little face was really asking with a sad emotion.

According to ordinary people, children must be coaxed, but Yan Shiting has a heart as hard as a stone, "You are not talking nonsense. Your father is not wicked, how can he give birth to a son as evil as you?"

Cheng Yingxuan stared at the two father and son, her mouth cramped a little because she was trying to hold back her laughter, and her shoulders were shaking a little.

Yan Shiting saw her strange reaction and said, "Is your mouth cramping?"

"No." She shook her head, really liking Tingting's self-slander. Who said no one in the world would dare to scold him?

Cheng Xiaobao's eyes turned red with anger, and he roared in a tender voice, "Uncle Yan, I hate you, I hate you very, very, very much! My father is so immoral that he could give birth to a bad son. You are I can’t even give birth to a grandson!”