Chapter 783

Is his little princess gone?

If it's gone, it's all right?

Son or a playwright?

Mu Beiting sat on the bedside of the big bed with a gloomy face. He took out his mobile phone to log in and asked: how can I do if my son is a playwright?

Soon, there was a reply below.

If you have a son, you have a son, you have a son!!! smile. ]

[salad, after all, your son belongs to you. Of course, if it's Wang's next door, I won't say it. ]

[it's about genetic factors. Let's face it. ]

[if you can play better than him, you will be the next film emperor. ]

[pretend to be sick. I'll try all kinds of tricks. ]Take the opportunity to beat him up and let him know that this woman belongs to you. ]

……

Looking at these out of tune reply, Mu Beiting throws away the mobile phone impatiently.

That night, the bedside lamp in the bedroom was on.

Su Xiangwan holds a call story book in his hand, and Wensheng tells him a story.

The little guy is very clever and motionless. His black eyes are like grapes. They are black and bright. When Su looks at him at night, he will close his mouth and bend his eyes.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but kiss his little face.

This is what Mu Beiting saw when he pushed the door in.

Sue looked at him in the evening and ignored him.

After a while, Mu Beiting climbed into bed next to Su Xiangwan.

The big hand falls on her slender waist, the head also does not live to rub to her body, a little aggrieved stuffy voice way: "late late..."

Su Xiangwan rubbed his head and hissed softly, "I'm telling him a story."

After a while, the little guy was drowsy.

Su Xiangwan gently closed the fairy tale book and put it aside. Then his sight fell on Mu Beiting's face.

Mu Beiting hesitated for a moment, staring at her solemnly: "I seem to have a cold."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, reached out and touched his forehead: "it seems that it is not hot, should not have a fever, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Sue spoke eagerly to the evening.

Seeing the anxiety of her eyes, Mu Beiting's mood improved a little.

After a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice, "sore throat, headache."

Su frowned and tried to push him away. "Get out of here."

Mu Beiting was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a long time.

It can be said that Su Xiangwan had got up from the bed, stepped on the carpet barefoot and dragged him down from the bed.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows and pressed his lips.

Then, I heard her say: "every year, it's still small, and the resistance is poor. You must not infect him. Before you get better, you should stay away from me and him."

The corner of Mu Beiting's eyes took a puff. Originally, there was a little joy in his heart.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with gloomy eyes, as if the rain was coming.

Su Xiangwan is not afraid of him at all: "go, you are carrying germs now."

Mu Beiting was so angry that he pulled her to his thigh.

Su Xiangwan fell into a seat and felt his legs strong.

On his deep black eyes, only feel a touch of anger at the bottom of his eyes, but also hide some grievances.

She was stupefied, warm voice way: "how What's the matter? "

He lowered his eyes slightly, buried his head in her neck socket, and said in a deep voice, "late night..."

"Yes?" Su Xiangwan gently touched his soft hair and mischievously rubbed it in a mess.

"Am I important or every year important?" Mu Beiting opened his mouth in a muffled voice.

Su Xiangwan thought seriously: "every year It's important every year. "

Mu Beiting's whole body was stiff, and her big hands were more and more hard, like an iron barrel, which bound her waist: "say it again."

There was a faint blush in his eyes, and there was a threat in his eyes.