"Mr. Master, I'll wipe your body."

"don't want."

Without any appreciation for Leng Zhao's kindness, Lin Jue just shook his head. His intention was obvious, and of course he also wanted his father to serve him personally. You know, this is an extremely rare opportunity.

Usually, Lin Ao's physical fitness has always been very good. Why did he not have a strong fever this time?

In this way, Beitang Yaori will care more about him.

Beitang Yaori wiped it very carefully. Every corner of his body, including places where it is easy to cool down, Beitang Yaori wiped Lin Ao inch by bit. The cold water stimulated his skin, and the pain on Lin Ao's face gradually eased. However, Beitang Yaori still did not stop the movements in his hand.

Lin Ao's tender and handsome face frowned.

I felt my body being wiped by something cold, and subconsciously let Lin Ao open his eyes suddenly!

Beautiful black eyes, pupils become diffuse and wide

The mature and handsome face of Beitang Yaori made the quiet Beitang Wuyou breathe rapidly and his spirit suddenly became excited!

The hot and hot little hand suddenly grabbed the arm that was wiping on his body and bit it hard!

--Well!!

Lin Ao suddenly bit Beitang Yaori's arm hard, and Beitang Yaori frowned in pain.

"Ah, Lin Ao!"

"fine."

Being kidnapped and frightened, coupled with a severe high fever, Lin Ao's warning is not too much.

Perhaps, somewhere in his heart, he was dissatisfied with his biological father and venting in this way.

Lin Ao's moist eyes looked at the handsome and ferocious little face with the same face in front of him, and he suddenly became a little excited.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just bite hard." Beitang Yaori accepted all the dissatisfaction and anger of his son Lin Ao.

"…"

He couldn't stop at all, and Lin Ao didn't know why he had such a reaction. His teeth bit his father's Beitang Yaori's well-proportioned arm until a row of deep teeth marks came out.

The pain can be imagined.

Lin Jue sat aside, his sleek and cuteness disappeared at this time.

The sadness in his heart was like Lin Ao. Lin Jue turned his head and hugged him, with a puzzle that reached his heart in his eyes: "Why..."

The light words of five-year-old son Lin Jue made Beitang Yaori slightly stunned.

"Why do you want to be a mafia..."

"…"

"Why is Beitang Yaori a mafia? This is unbelievable. I, Lin Ao and I, were once so proud of the federal major general, Beitang Yaori!"

"…"

From the moment he entered the door, Lin Jue didn't even call him "uncle" when he usually said, let alone the sensitive word "dad".

"Why don't even let pregnant women go? Even if she is a bad woman, is there any mistake in the child in her belly?"

"…"

Thinking of the bloody photos of Abraham scattered in front of the two children, Lin Jue could never forget the big belly that was penetrated by a bullet.

The little hands became tighter and tighter, Lin Jue's fried shrimp head was suppressing his trembling shoulders.

"You are such a...bastard!"

"…"

Beitang Yaori's heart was snatched by something, but Lin Jue's words were not wrong.
Chapter completed!