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Chapter 890 Father and Son Rivalry

 As Jun Wuchen’s voice sounded.

When the little guy saw the door being pushed open, his big eyes suddenly lit up and then went out again.

The corners of his crooked mouth straightened instantly, and his face changed faster than turning the pages of a book. His whole body was filled with cold air, and he looked like a small ice sculpture. He lowered his head without even looking at his biological father.

Jun Wuchen's smiling mouth suddenly froze: "..."

What is this attitude?

I bet this little bastard isn't waiting for him?

Jun Wuchen is so smart, he realized it as soon as his brain turned around, and he couldn't help but laughed angrily: "Are you waiting for your mother?"

"..."

The little guy was indifferent and didn't speak. He lowered his head and pinched his fingers to play.

He had already told his mother.

He will never talk to his father again, hum!

"Your mother is guarding that little fox now, and she can't get over it for the time being." Jun Wuchen looked at his son's cold little face, feeling angry and funny.

Thinking of what Yun Luo said, he decided to have a good talk with the little guy.

So, Jun Wuchen walked towards the bed.

Unexpectedly, before he even got close to the bed, when Jun Buli heard what he said, he immediately jumped off the bed on his short legs and ran out the door.

Jun Wuchen was confused, and with quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the collar of his clothes and carried him back like a little chicken.

He scolded: "Why are you running? Let daddy see your injuries."

Jun Buli was so angry that he kicked him hard with his calves hanging in the air, "Let go! I want to find my mother! I don't want to talk to you!"

"You have a bad temper. I told you that your mother is staying with that fox and she doesn't have time to deal with you."

Jun Wuchen curled his lips and easily carried his son with one hand. When he stretched his arms forward, Jun Buli's short legs could no longer kick him off.

Jun Buli had an angry face, like a little pufferfish, and his big purple eyes glared at him.

Jun Wuchen didn't take it seriously. He carried him to the bed and asked, "Where is the injury? Let Daddy take a look."

Ignore him.

After falling on the bed, he rolled out of bed and ran out the door.

Jun Wuchen almost laughed angrily and reached out again to pick him back up.

The little guy runs again...

If he carries it again...

After going back and forth several times.

The little guy was finally exhausted from the torture, and his face turned red.

After all, he is a child, and he is also injured. How can he compare to the physical strength of an adult man, Jun Wuchen?

Once again, he was carried and thrown back to the bed. The little guy lay on the quilt, feeling extremely aggrieved, and an inexplicable sourness rushed to the tip of his nose.

Just as he was trying hard to sniff and suppress the sour feeling.

"You try running again? When daddy is talking to you, do you pretend you didn't hear him?" Jun Wuchen scolded him coldly.

"..." The little guy's body trembled slightly, holding in his grievance and breath, his eyes red and buried in the quilt.

"What are you doing lying down? Sit up and look at me!"

Jun Wuchen said again in a cold voice.

"..." The little guy finally couldn't hold it in any longer. A burst of water mist quickly filled his red eyes, turning into big tears. They rolled down his eyes, one after another, and fell into the body underneath him.

Under the quilt...

Because he was lying face down, half buried in the quilt, Jun Wuchen couldn't see his expression.

I just saw the little guy lying motionless, refusing to get up.

Jun Wuchen thought he was still sulking, and for a moment he became a little angry, so he simply stretched out his hand and forcibly picked him up from the bed.


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