The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Because his brain has not yet developed well, and it will remain incomplete in the future, and may not be able to be rebuilt."

Mu Changying looked at Rong Shichu with a half-smile, then retracted his gaze and rubbed the head of the little guy in his arms.

"Little boy, you can't call him uncle, although he does look a little older."

"You call me sister, so Yuli my son is your nephew, and you are his elder."

This little girl is really cute, and she really wants to abduct her back home.

Fu Jiaojiao enjoyed Mu Changying's touch, her eyes half-closed comfortably.

She seemed to understand and nodded her head, "Ah, is that so?"

There was a warm smile like a spring breeze on the corner of Mu Changying's mouth, and there was sincerity in those watery eyes.

"Little boy, you have to remember it in the future, don't just call it wrong."

She routines like a child's one-on-one partial logic, and people can't find a trace of fault.

Rong Shichu succeeded in being disgusted, his face was clouded, "You..."

Anger was burning in his eyes, and he pointed at Mu Changying with trembling fingers.

damn it! This little bitch is too arrogant to humiliate him like this.

Mu Changying raised her eyes, her slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and doubts shone in her bright pupils.

"Son, are you so happy that you don't know what to say?"

"This is what a mother should do, you don't have to thank me."

She shook her head and waved her hand quite grandly.

I don't need to thank you for trivial things, I'm so sorry.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more tense, as if a war would break out in the next second, Fu Huaizheng quickly hugged Fu Jiaojiao to prevent the child from being affected.

Seeing the smug face of this little slut, Rong Shichu felt upset.

Now that he dares to treat him like this, if he really gave birth to a child one day, wouldn't he be a joke as the prince of the capital?

And when the time comes, the Rong family's huge family business will not have his share, so he can only be swept out of the house in despair.

The more Rong Shichu thought about it, the more irritable he became, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and he couldn't help cursing, "Grass mud horse!"

Mu Changying didn't get angry at all, "Go ahead, you can do whatever you want."

The way she squinted her phoenix eyes and looked at the cheap son was very intriguing.

In the first life, she had two mothers, one was a seemingly honest adoptive mother in the countryside who tortured her every day.

The other is Mrs. Gu, who is pampered and muddle-headed, who dislikes her own daughter and loves fake daughters.

These two people are not good guys, he can fuck whatever he wants.

"Crazy woman, are you crazy?"

"I warn you, you'd better be polite to me, and if you speak rudely, I will let you know what will happen if you offend me."

Rong Shichu was so angry that he almost fainted, he never expected this bitch to react like this.

Before Mu Changying could reply, Fu Huaizheng raised the phone in his hand.

"I've already recorded what you said, I don't know how Rong Xiaoer will react when he hears it?"

There was a dark light in his eyes under the lens, and he quickly returned to the appearance of Mr. Wen Run, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Although he didn't know this woman well, she was a woman his brother loved so much that it was not her turn to be bullied by this little bastard.

"Uncle Zheng..."

"It's about the same even if it's a fake uncle."

Fu Huaizheng turned his gaze to Mu Changying when he finished his rant, "If the brat is in need of a beating, just hang him up and give him a beating."

"Anyway, Xiao Er will not blame you for loving you so deeply."

That guy might even help his own wife teach his disobedient cheap son a lesson.