This little eyes, small nose, small mouth, small hands and feet can look ugly no matter how you look at it.
In the future, the child he and Lin Qianqian will definitely be one hundred times better than this one.
Yan Mubei was in a vain in his heart, and then he threw away the boy in his hand.
It's like throwing garbage, throwing it on the ground without looking at it.
However, compared with the strength just now, it has been significantly weakened.
Besides, when he threw it, he took it appropriately. It seemed that he threw it, but the actual strength was not very strong.
Colin was prepared for a long time, and his little body jumped down steadily.
But the strength was not controlled properly. He staggered while he was on the ground, and his feet were not standing firmly. He knelt on the concrete floor.
It doesn't hurt, but I feel particularly grieved and sad.
——Ugly, dead,
The cute guy actually said that he was ugly and died.
The little boy's young heart was severely damaged.
He is a handsome guy who fascinates thousands of girls and old girls in Mancton, America. Who wouldn't see his eyes showing redness and coveting saliva?
However, there are three words in his mouth.
Very ugly.
Woo, he hated his sweetheart.
How could he say that his son was so ugly?
Colin was indignant and felt that such a creature would never love him again in the future.
He got up from the ground, hugged his chest and cheeks, and stood beside him and sulked.
When Lin Qianqian saw the man throwing her son down the ground, she was so angry that she was so angry that she glared at her eyes and kicked her feet.
It just so happened that Yan Mubei didn't pay attention and ate her kick.
The place where she kicked was the fragile part of his knee, which made him jump up in pain and shouted: "Lin Qianqian, are you sick?"
"You are sick, throw me away..." Oh no, I missed it.
Lin Qianqian was so scared that she quickly closed her mouth and suffocated her breath.
Yan Mubei widened his eyes: "What son?"
Lin Qianqian hurriedly corrected: "Isn't my godson okay? Colin is my godson."
Now Yan Mubei's eyes widened: "Colin? Isn't this our son's name?"
"I, I'm glad my son has the same name as my godson. You care about me so much." After saying that, Lin Qianqian remembered the fact that he threw his son away, and couldn't help but get angry again: "Yan Mubei, you dead guy, throw him away
My godson, I kick you to death, I kick you to death….”
"Damn, you stupid woman, actually changed your son like someone else."
"I want you to care. Come over and stop, don't hide, I'll kick you to death."
"Silly woman."
"Stinky man."
A woman is not just a joke when she gets angry, she keeps kicking and dancing at his legs.
Yan Mubei jumped around in a mess, avoiding her messy feet, and was so angry that he smoked on his head: "Lin Qianqian, stop your hand, don't you want to go home? Don't you want me to untie your hand?"
"Who wants you to untie my hand, who wants you to save me? Stinky man, dead guy, I haven't told you yet, can you come later? Don't you wait for me to die?"
"I've rushed over in a car. You still said I'm late? Do you know I almost hit the police car?"
"Why don't you kill me?"
"Lin Qianqian, are you enough?"
"Not enough, not enough to play."
"…." The sound of teeth grinding.
Lin Qianqian's most precious thing is her son. When her son is wronged, she naturally feels very heartbroken as a mother.
Especially when the father and son first met, they should have hugged each other and cried bitterly, and they were crying.