Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting's face was a bit ugly, and when he thought of being a stinky boy, he felt depressed for no reason.

Ms. Lu explained with a smile: "Unexpectedly, you didn't even know it. I was stunned for a moment after I knew it, but this situation is normal. After all, the angle is not good when taking color Doppler ultrasound, so I can't really see it."

Mu Beiting snorted softly: "Cunning brat!"

As soon as he said this, the three women in the room fell on him with three cold eyes.

Mu Beiting gave a light cough and took the paper with his name again.

Su Xiangwan twisted his arm and couldn't help but stick out his head to look with him.

After pondering for a few minutes, the baby's name was finally finalized as Mu Jinnian. He didn't want to be rich, but he only wished that every day of his life was beautiful.

After half a month, the baby was taken home.

However, the baby's room was pink and tender, and the little guy was very strange. It was fine a second before, and when he was taken into the pink and tender princess room, he started howling with his throat.

Yes, it's the kind of dry howl without tears.

Mu Beiting did not believe in evil, and turned back and forth many times with him, but he did so again and again.

On the third day after returning home, the father and son competed again.

After Mu Beiting carried the little guy into the bedroom, he put the little guy directly into the crib.

The little guy stared at a pair of black grape eyes, and stared at him for a few seconds, kicking his calf, expressing dissatisfaction.

Mu Beiting's face was gloomy, standing by the small bed, condescendingly looking at him, without saying a word.

"Wow wow wow..."

After a while, the little guy started to howl.

Mu Beiting remained motionless, just looking at him howling.

"The drama is fine, there are no tears." He said in a deep voice.

The little guy howled more and more fiercely, the voice boss.

Su Xiangwan came out of the shower, hurried over and ran to the bed, and saw that the little guy was crying miserably, with a flat mouth, teary eyes, and tears on his eyelashes, which was unspeakably pitiful.

"Mu Beiting, have you been bullying every year again." Su Xiangwan was very angry.

This man is going to die naively.

Nian Nian never cried, but after only a few days when he went home, he howled in anger how many times.

Su Xiangwan hugged each year and gave Mu Beiting a glance.

Mu Beiting stood in silence and glanced at the little demon in her arms, his eyes dull, a little aggrieved: "Late."

Su Xiangwan didn't have time to deal with him, and softly calmed Mu Jinnian's child: "Is my father bad? Isn't it okay to let my father sleep in the study tonight?"

When the words fell, Mu Jinnian's children stopped crying immediately, and Su Xiangwan's heart almost melted with a pair of **** eyes that were clear and clear.

I couldn't help but kissed him on his little cheek: "Will my mother accompany you to sleep tonight?"

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

When the voice fell, he started howling again every year, looking at Mu Beiting aggrievedly.

"Don't cry every year, let Dad sleep in the study."

Mu Beiting was very angry, and he had the urge to choke this drama spirit to death.

Whose son is this?

Which trash can picked it up?

It’s just a big fart, so you can act like that. If this grows up, will it be okay?

Su Xiangwan hugged Nian Nian and turned around and said, "You like the princess room so much. You can sleep here tonight. Anyway, there are windows."

When the words were over, Su Xiangwan turned around and returned to the bedroom with Nian Nian.

Mu Beiting's lungs were aching, and he raised his eyes and looked at the pink, tender and dreamy room, making him more depressed.