"You have to eat it even if it doesn't taste good, because mommy made it." Xiaoyu replied thoughtfully, with a sweet and cute smile.
"You're so good. I understand your mother's mood so well. I'll fry you another poached egg." Cheng Luoluo was so happy. It was a miracle that such poor craftsmanship could be praised by his son.
Cheng Luoluo happily went to the kitchen to prepare another dish for her son. When she mixed the eggs and prepared to put them in the pot, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Cheng Luoluo shook her hands in fright, and the eggs in her hands fell smoothly into the pot. Cheng Luoluo ignored the doorbell and quickly rummaged through it twice.
"Mommy, someone is ringing the doorbell!" Xiaoyu, who was still eating noodles, pointed in the direction of the door and shouted.
Cheng Luoluo quickly took the eggs out of the pot, wiped the greasy hands with a handkerchief, walked quickly to the door, and murmured: "Strange, could it be that my cousin came back early?"
Cheng Luoluo frowned and gently opened the door. Suddenly, the figure standing outside the door made her scream.
Her screams frightened Xiao Yu. He quickly threw away the chopsticks in his hand and ran to the door. He saw a tall, unfamiliar uncle standing outside the door. The uncle was looking down at
he.
"You...why did you come home?" Cheng Luoluo was shocked and anxious, but Chu Ling was standing at the door of her house.
Xiaoyu looked at the man outside the door with his bright eyes, and then at Mommy's panicked expression. He suddenly said childishly: "Mommy, we have a guest. You go change your clothes and come out."
After her son's reminder, Cheng Luoluo realized that she was standing at the door wearing only a thin pair of pajamas, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Can you come in and sit down?" Chu Ling asked in a low voice, with a pair of dark cold eyes, looking sharply at the little boy who only reached his knees.
Even though his back was to the light, he could still see that delicate and delicate little face. Looking at this childish little face, Chu Ling tightened his eyebrows.
"Xiaoyu, please greet uncle first, I'll go in and change clothes." Cheng Luoluo said with a blush on his face, turned around and rushed into his room.
Although she pretended to be calm and unhurried, when she closed the door, she realized that her hands had already been clenched into fists. Chu Ling had already come home. How could she be calm? Oh my God,
What does this man want to do? Could it be that he wants to renew his relationship with her?
Even if she is 1100 willing, is Chu Ling serious? He must not forget that she is dragging an oil bottle with her.
If Chu Ling can really regard Xiaoyu as his own, then Cheng Luoluo can consider it.
However, she is probably just daydreaming. Who is Chu Ling? He is a politician with status. Even if he agrees, the Chu family may not be able to accept their mother and son. Therefore, the rational decision is
Cut off any relationship with Chu Ling.
Cheng Luoluo quickly found a set of clothes and changed into them. He opened the door and saw Xiao Yu holding a glass of water in front of Chu Ling. Her childish voice was very polite: "Uncle, please drink water!"
Chu Ling didn't expect Cheng Luoluo's son to be so beautiful, and also so sensible and polite.
"Uncle, do you know my mommy?" Xiaoyu quickly asked Chu Ling before Cheng Luoluo changed clothes and came out, her big eyes twitching as if she was planning something.
Chu Ling took a sip of water and replied calmly: "What do you want to ask?"
"Uncle, do you know my daddy?" Xiaoyu's next sentence made even Chu Ling choke. He couldn't help covering his lips and coughing.
This scene is still very shocking. A two-and-a-half-year-old little boy is asking about his daddy, looking up at his pink and tender face. It is both touching and pitiful. Chu Ling was stunned and couldn't help but look at her again.
Staring hard at that little face full of expectation.
It was better not to look at it. After seeing Xian accidentally, Chu Ling's heartstrings tightened. A bad premonition suddenly came over him, like two invisible hands tightly strangling his neck, making him unable to breathe. The bright lights
Next, Chu Ling could vaguely see Luo Zexuan's appearance from that childish little face.
Chu Ling's mind was racing. In order to see more clearly, he hugged Xiao Yu into his arms and took a closer look. This time, he only felt cold all over. Between his brows and eyes, it was almost as if he was following someone.
The mold printed by Luo Zexuan is the same, even his big black eyes when full of expectation are 80% similar.
"No...impossible!" Chu Ling murmured to himself, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.
Xiao Yu, who was sitting quietly in his arms, was still blinking at Chu Ling with his big, bright, black eyes, as if waiting for him to give him an answer. However, after waiting for a long time, this strange uncle except only
He looked at him without blinking, and what he said made him feel strange.
"Boy, how old are you?" Chu Ling suddenly asked, but his tone was not kind. As soon as he saw his little face that was exactly the same as Luo Zexuan's, Chu Ling's nameless fire started to rise. It was a kind of
The flames of jealousy that made his balls ache were enough to burn away his remaining sanity.
"Two years and eight months!" Xiaoyu answered honestly, her tender voice was full of confusion, and her cute little appearance was really endearing.
Chu Ling was completely shocked. After carefully calculating the time, that meant that Cheng Luoluo was still in the Luo family when she was pregnant with him?
Cheng Luoluo had just changed her clothes when she heard her son answering Chu Ling's question. Her hair stood on end, and she hurriedly walked over, snatched her son back from Chu Ling's arms, then pushed Xiao Yu and said, "Go.
, go into the room and don’t come out.”
"Oh!" Xiaoyu nodded obediently. Although he was young and had a small body, he still clearly felt that his mother was a little angry. He didn't know if he was angry with his uncle or with him? The little body turned around and took a big step.
He went back to his small room and closed the door.
Chu Ling's face was gloomy and she stared at Cheng Luoluo with stern eyes. Her panicked look just now seemed to confirm Chu Ling's guess, which made him even more annoyed and displeased.
Cheng Luoluo felt that the atmosphere was tense, and the man on the sofa was livid. She took a breath, sat down gently on the other end of the sofa, and asked tentatively: "Xiaoyu is still young and not sensible. He may talk nonsense."
, don’t take it to heart.”
"Your son is two years and eight months old. Does this mean you were pregnant with him before you left the country?" Chu Ling said coldly, looking at her with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Cheng Luoluo felt like her head was swollen. Oh my god, does Chu Ling have to settle this debt with her?
"Xiaoyu. It's a premature baby!" Cheng Luoluo answered quickly, without thinking, because Chu Ling had clearly discovered something, and Xiaoyu's pink and delicate face was getting worse and worse. She
Ten months into her pregnancy, none of the features on her face were the same as hers. They were all inherited from Luo Zexuan’s genes. Anyone who has seen Luo Zexuan would doubt this child.
