The boy tilted his head and looked at Mu Lingyue and said with a smile, "The baby is not afraid. Mother loves the baby very much. As long as the baby does not do anything to make mother angry, mother will not be cruel to the baby."
"Okay, Zi Jin, come down quickly."
Mu Lingyue walked over and took the little guy out of Luo Wushuang's arms.
People who become fathers look a little different.[
Luo Wushuang's eyes were full of love when she looked at the boy. He was originally a man as gentle as jade, but now that he has a child, he seems to be more gentle than before, with a light and warm smile.
"Master Luo, I heard that you are a father?"
Luo Wushuang was stunned for a moment and glared at Shuangxi who was standing aside. This slave must be gossiping again.
Speaking of the child, his eyebrows were filled with joy and he nodded, "Yes, the child is still young, only two months old."
"Congratulations so much."
She originally had a lot to say, but after thinking about it, the only thing she could say was congratulations.
Luo Wushuang looked at Zijin's delicate and pretty little face, with anticipation in her eyes, "It would be great if the child born could be as cute as Zijin."
When someone said he was cute, the boy curled his lips proudly. His snow-white face and cheeks were pink and tender, as delicate as petals. The sunlight filtered in from the window and shone on his crystal-clear skin, which was as delicate and beautiful as snow.
His facial features seemed to be covered with a bright white light.
Looking at this delicate and beautiful little face, Luo Wushuang couldn't help but think of Lan Qingyue.
I saw their mother and son twice in a row, but the child's father was not there.
When a woman walks around with her children, she will always be gossiped about.
He had many doubts in his heart, but how could he ask about such a thing?
After dinner, several people left the restaurant.
"Miss Lingyue, when you come back this time, will you leave again?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Mu Lingyue's eyes, and she smiled, "I don't know, maybe I will live here in the future, or maybe I will leave. Mr. Luo, thank you for inviting us mother and son to dinner. I want to go back to Yanzhi now."
Let’s take a look, I think Mr. Luo has something important to do when he comes out this time.”
Luo Wushuang nodded and looked at the sky. It was already getting late. He did have something important to do when he came out of the palace this time. "In that case, let's say goodbye. If Miss Lingyue needs anything, you can come here to find a restaurant."
Boss, I have already given the order, and he will send a message to me immediately."
"Okay, thank you Mr. Luo, Zijin. Uncle Luo invited us to dinner today, so please say thank you."
Xiaozi Jin stepped forward obediently and said with a sweet smile, "Uncle Luo, thank you for inviting me and my mother to dinner. When Zijin grows up and makes money, I will also treat Uncle Luo to delicious food."
Luo Wushuang rubbed the little guy's head and said softly, "Okay, from now on, if Zi Jin wants to eat anything, he can come here at any time. Uncle Luo is friends with the boss here, so you can eat here for free."
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The boy's eyes sparkled, and he looked at him excitedly with his watery eyes, "Really?"
"Really, Zi Jin can eat whatever he wants."
He jumped up happily, clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Great, can that Zijin come here every day to eat eight-treasure duck and pigeon?"
"Um."
“You really don’t need money?”
Luo Wushuang was amused by him and laughed, "Yes, Zijin can eat as much as he wants. No money, not a penny."