Chapter 782

Mu Beiting's face was a little ugly, and he was depressed at the thought of being a stinky boy.

Ms. Lu explained with a smile: "I didn't expect that you didn't know. I was stunned for a moment when I knew it at that time. However, this situation is also very normal. After all, the angle of color Doppler ultrasound is not good, so I can't really see it."

Mu Beiting snorted: "cunning stinky boy!"

As soon as the words came out, the three women in the room fell on him.

Mu Beiting coughed gently and took the paper of the name again.

Su twisted his arm in the evening, but she couldn't help sticking out her little head to look with him.

After pondering for a few minutes, the baby's name was finally determined as mu Jinnian. He did not want to be rich and powerful, but only wished that his every day was full of years.

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half a month later, the baby was taken home.

However, the baby room is tender and tender, and the little guy is also very strange. Obviously, one second ago, he was still fine. As soon as he was carried into the pink and tender Princess Room, he began to howl with his throat.

Yes, it's a dry howl without tears.

Mu Beiting didn't believe in evil. He carried him back and forth many times, but he did so many times.

On the third day after returning home, the father and the son began to work harder again.

Mu Beiting took the little guy into the bedroom and put the little guy into the crib directly.

The little guy glared at a pair of black grape eyes, and he looked at him for a few seconds, pedaling his legs, expressing dissatisfaction.

Mu Beiting, with a gloomy face, stood by the bedside and looked down upon him without saying a word.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

After a while, the little guy began to howl.

Mu Beiting was still motionless, so he looked at him and howled.

"Playwright, no tears." He spoke in a deep voice.

The louder the little one is, the louder the voice is.

Su Xiang came out after taking a bath in the evening. She ran to the bedside and saw that the little guy was crying bitterly. Her mouth was flat, her eyes were whirling, and her eyelashes were stained with tears. She was pitiful.

"Mu Beiting, have you bullied me for years." Su Xiang was very angry at night.

This man, naive to death.

Every year, he never cried, but only a few days back home, he was angry how many times.

Su Xiangwan picked up every year and glared at Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting stood in the same place in silence and glanced at the little ghost in her arms. His eyes were dark, and he felt a bit aggrieved: "late."

Su Xiangwan didn't care about him and gently comforted mu Jinnian: "is Dad Bad? Why don't you let dad sleep in the study tonight

The voice just fell, mu Jinnian children immediately stopped crying, a pair of big black eyes clear, let Su Xiangwan's heart almost melt.

Can't help but kiss on his small face: "is it good to sleep with my mother every year tonight?"

Mu Beiting heard this, and his face sank down: "I don't sleep in the study."

The voice just falls, every year again pulled the throat to howl, aggrieved looking at Mu Beiting.

"I don't cry every year, let dad sleep in the study."

Mu Beiting was very angry and had an impulse to strangle the playwright.

Whose son is this?

Which trash can did you pick it up?

If you grow up, you'll be good at it?

Su Xiangwan hugged every year and turned around and said, "you like the princess room so much. You can sleep here tonight. There are windows anyway."

The words fall, Su Xiangwan then holding year after year turned back to the bedroom.

Mu Beiting's lung was in pain, and he looked up at the room where the powder was tender and tender, especially dreamy. He was more and more depressed.