Chapter 241

"I don't need you to like me, it's enough that my mom likes me!"

This kid is a little arrogant.

"I said before, you are not allowed to provoke my mommy! But you provoke me again and again, Mu Yazhe, what do you think I can't do to you?"

Mu Yazhe remained silent, looking at his red face, full of embarrassment and hostility, smiled and hooked his lips.

The room was silent for a while.

After a long silence, Mu Yazhe stood up abruptly, and a tall figure stood there in an instant, and in an instant, the entire ward was made small.

The man's aura was so strong that Xiao Youyou had to puff out his chest, but to no avail, he found that in front of the man, his aura was stubbornly suppressed.

The father and son stood opposite each other, and the height difference was so great that Youyou had no choice but to look up at him.

The neck is a little sore.

So tall, just as he imagined, his father is really tall and straight, with a sturdy body, as if he can withstand all the wind and waves, and is indestructible.

When I first saw him at the reception, I felt that he was very tall, and I couldn't help but be envious. If he grows up in the future, it would be great if he could grow so tall?

However, at this moment, this man stood in front of him, only to realize that this man was more handsome than he imagined.

In my heart, it is not without envy!

Yun Tianyou murmured in his heart, so tall, can't you squat down? He looked up at him, his height suppressed a bit.

As if it was a telepathy between father and son, Mu Yazhe seemed to guess what was going on in his heart, stepped forward, and squatted down in front of him.

Yun Tianyou was stunned, this man is friendlier than he imagined...

"Yun Tianyou." Mu Yazhe stared at his face calmly, and his big palm gently caressed his cheek. This time, Yun Tianyou was unprecedented in not resisting his touch.

Or, he called his name gently, and the man's original deep and mellow voice was dyed with tenderness, and it was extraordinarily pleasant.

He looked at the man.

The man also looked at the stubborn little milk bag in front of him.

However, Yun Tianyou didn't notice it for a while, the man touched the fingertips of his cheek, and there was a trace of trembling.

The little milk bag has beautiful and lovely cheeks, soft skin, and a pair of dark eyes, like a beautiful moon.

Six years ago, he originally thought that this child died unfortunately, but when this child stood in front of him intact, the man who used to be calm and steady in the past also lost control.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Know."

Yun Tianyou also stabilized his emotions, looked into Mu Yazhe's eyes calmly, and said slowly: "Chief President of Disheng Consortium, Mu Yazhe."

"It's so smart." Mu Yazhe squeezed his cheek gently, with undisguised doting in his eyes.

"Hmph. This is nonsense!" Yun Tianyou said rudely.

Mu Yazhe said: "You are a little different from what I imagined."

"Oh? What's the difference?" Youyou was a little curious.

The man frowned slightly and said: "Little man, he is still a mother and a boy."

Yun Tianyou raised his eyebrows in displeasure: "I'm Ma Baonan, what's the matter?"

"..."

"Is there anything wrong with Mombaonan? A son who doesn't care about his own mommy, who cares? Can you count on other men?"

The other man in his mouth seemed to mean something.

Mu Yazhe said, "I'm here to hurt."