The Stepmother was Overturned

On the ghost fetus in his stomach, wondering how to rectify the other party.

"Little mom," Le Zhenghai curled his eyebrows, with an innocent look, "Isn't that right? If my father didn't pass away, wouldn't you be my little mom now?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "..."

She is not the original owner, although the world intends to follow the old mother's routine, but "little mother"?

I always feel like my godfather, there is a little unspeakable meaning.

However, Shi Jiaojiao didn't say anything. This would be regarded as a formal positioning of the relationship between the two people. She nodded and looked moved, "I thought you were afraid of repelling me."

"How come?" Le Zhenghai was disgusting enough when she mentioned his father's "squeaky" appearance, but he said quickly, "I only have a little mom now, so don't be angry with me."

Shi Jiaojiao still had a slight pain on the back of her hand. She went back to the bathroom and rushed for a while. Seeing the space resentment value, she tidied up the things on the floor like a bitch, and flushed the urinal to Le Zhenghai. Then go to get the test results.

When she came back, she bought the fried pork liver and made Le Zhenghai who was lying comfortable, let him eat it.

Pointing to the laboratory test sheet, "The doctor said, the nutrition still can't keep up, a little anemia, have you been picky eaters before? This is not a good habit, listen to my mother, change it."

Le Zhenghai had gulped his mouth, and listened to her eloquently calling her mother. Without chewing her liver, she swallowed in shock, and went into her throat.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Le Zhenghai coughed violently, Shi Jiaojiao snorted, poured him a glass of warm water, Le Zhenghai drank it, but stared at Shi Jiaojiao, the young man's heart, and the sharpness of his eyes forgot to cover it.

"It's Mom," he corrected.

"Ah? Is there a difference?" Shi Jiaojiao also pretended to be innocent, knowing that this little boy called Mom at the corner of his mouth, but he was scolding her in his heart.

"Little mom." Le Zhenghai clenched his chopsticks tightly, his voice was dumb, "I have a mother."

I am! Your mother!

Shi Jiaojiao really wanted to grab his neck and yell at his ears, you were made by Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu made it yourself! Own!

I made your father!

But to Shang Le Zhenghai's stubborn little face, he compromised, "All right, Mom."

Although she compromised, Le Zhenghai still seemed to be angry. The specific manifestation was that she tossed Shi Jiaojiao to death. She took a sip of water every half an hour. If she drank more, it was convenient and diligent. It was already late at night and Shi Jiaojiao was sleeping third. After being tossed up again, the whole person is irritable!

This **** doesn't feel ashamed now, right!

Shi Jiaojiao couldn't help but hurt his mouth when he plugged the small pot to him, "It's such a frequent urination, and it's hard to urinate. Don't have a bad kidney."

Le Zhenghai froze, and instead of grabbing the urinal, he grabbed Shi Jiaojiao's wrist. No man can tolerate others saying that his kidneys are not good, not even a chick, even if the hair is not fully grown!

He snorted and said without hesitation, "Is my kidney good, haven't you tried it?"

The author has something to say: small theater

Shi Jiaojiao: Ah, you said that those two times, the total of the two times totaled less than fifteen minutes. Are you embarrassed to say yes?

Le Zhenghai: fart! I was... unprepared! You try again!