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When he returned to Rong Mansion, when he thought of Luo Anning on a business trip, Rong Shao felt bored.

He took off his suit jacket in a depressed manner, put it on his shoulders, and put his hands in his suit pants pockets. Xie Jun's face was so beautiful under the crystal lamp.

Also depressed are Rong Xiaoshuai.

He sat on the carpet, holding the building blocks to play, Jiang Peihua was watching TV, and Mr. Rong practiced calligraphy in the upstairs bookstore.

With one person missing, the family feels much deserted.

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Peihua said without raising her head: "You are back."

"Yeah." Mr. Rong's voice was dull, and he walked to the sofa and sat down. Looking at his son who ignored him, he couldn't help but stretch his foot to kick his little butt.

"Rong Xiaoshuai, haven't you seen your dad come back?"

The young coach had no choice but to make a sweat-washing action, "It's so annoying."

Young Master Rong glared, pinched his back and carried him into his arms, "Who did you learn this sentence?"

"I learned from Mama." Young Marshal (⊙o⊙).

Young Master Rong was angry, "Who is annoying your mother?!"

If he is desperate, his woman dares to provoke her. Is she tired of living?

With the excellent character of a child not to lie, the young man pointed his chubby fingers at him.

Young Master Rong pointed at himself and sneered: "You said me? I'm annoying to your mother? No, your mother said I'm annoying to me? Damn, Rong Xiaoshuai, who taught you to lie at a young age? Extend your hand and thug your palm!"

"Grandma~" The young coach acted coquettishly and brought reinforcements.

Jiang Peihua stretched out his hand and grabbed his grandson back in his arms. He glared at his son, "Who allowed you to hit my baby grandson? You dare to try to hit him in the palm of your hand. Do you want to be beaten?"

Mr. Rong pulled his tie and howled: "Mom, you are partial!"

Jiang Peihua seemed to have not heard his howl, looked at the time on his own, reached out to touch his head, and stuffed Xiaoshuai into his arms, "It's getting late, go and take a shower for Xiaoshuai and coax him to bed."

"You, a man, can't even take a shower by yourself. Are you shy or not, huh?" Mr. Rong looked at the little meat ball in his arms with extreme contempt, hugged him proudly, and went upstairs while contempt.

Jiang Peihua tsk out in the living room. Although he was his biological mother, he had to complain: "Rong Yan, do you dare to be more childish?"

In the bathroom, Mr. Rong was putting bath water, while putting bath liquid to make bubbles, and rushed to the little guy standing beside him, "Take off all your clothes and come over."

The little guy said seriously: "Muma takes off all the bath!"

"I'm not your mother, acting cute is useless to me. Take it off quickly, I can't wash it even if I'm so tedious."

The young man pouted with a rosy little mouth, and reluctantly raised his short arms to lift his clothes. He had a small arms and short legs, and it was very difficult to take off his clothes. The clothes were stuck in his head and could not take them off.

He was anxious: "Oh!"

"Ha ha……"

Mr. Rong sat next to the bathtub, watching him turn around like a small gyro, laughing heartlessly.

"(╯^╰)!" The young man sat on the floor, stopped moving, his head covered by his clothes, and his bare white belly.

"Are you angry?" Rong Shao held his smile, reached out and carried him to his legs, took action to relieve him, and did not forget to teach him: "How can a man be so arrogant? He is like a little girl."

“(╯^╰)!”
Chapter completed!