When he opened his eyes, his confused eyes gradually turned to clear. Seeing the small meat ball sitting on his chest, Rong Yan held his forehead with annoyed: "Rong Xiaoshuai, tell me why I don't sit on the bed well, but I want to sit on my father!"

"Mama, let me play with you." The little guy said reluctantly, sitting on his chest with his short legs swaying, very comfortable.

"Go down." Rong Yan closed his eyes and didn't want to say more.

"No." Reject it neatly and frivolously.

Young Master Rong suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his long arms, grabbed him and moved the small meat ball from his chest to the edge of the bed, and said angrily: "Go downstairs with me, dad has no time to play with you."

Unexpectedly, the little guy was disgusted and bulged his mouth, "You are sick."

"So what?" Rong Shao raised his eyebrows.

The little guy made a dizzy move, then climbed onto him and sat down with his hands and feet, and his little face carved out of the same mold as him, holding a serious expression, "Shishuai wants to take care of you."

"Ha..." Mr. Rong chuckled, "You little arms and short legs, can you take care of me?"

After pursing his rosy little mouth, Xiaoshuai simply stopped talking, plopped, lay directly on him, closed his eyes and planned to go to bed.

Anyway, Moma said that he would accompany Baba, and he was now with him.

"Hey, Rong Xiaoshuai." Rong Shao pointed his head with his index finger.

The little handsome chubby little hands slapped him away.

"Haha... I have a pretty big temper." Mr. Rong was funny and patted his little butt, "Go downstairs to play with your mother, don't follow me. Did you hear that?"

The little guy turned his head aside and hummed angrily: "Shishuai didn't hear it!"

Young Master Rong picked him up again and put him on the edge of the bed. The little guy sat up and stared at him with black and pure eyes angrily. Young Master Rong stretched out his long legs and pressed him against his belly, and slowly pushed him to the end of the bed. "If you don't want to be infected by the virus, hurry downstairs."

"I don't want it." He climbed up again with his hands and feet.

"Tsk, I said, you little boy, why are you so disobedient?" Mr. Rong pushed again.

Xiaoshuai simply grabbed the untied foot, and his fleshy fingers began to scratch his feet. Young Master Rong was really tickling. He wanted to kick him away, but he was afraid of hurting him. He wanted to pull his feet back but was held tightly by the little boy. He couldn't help laughing for a moment.

The little guy continued to scratch proudly, and Young Master Rong threatened: "Rong Xiaoshuai, let go quickly! If you don't want to be kicked off the bed, just let go quickly!"

Xiaoshuai: "( v?v )"

Mr. Rong: "Hahahaha... Xiaoshuai, let go..."

Xiaoshuai: "~\(≧▽≦)~"

Mr. Rong: "Little bastard, this is what you asked for!"

Luo Anning was holding white porridge, and in the corridor, he heard laughter coming from the bedroom. The father and son...

The door was not closed tightly. Luo Anning pushed open the door and saw the big bed. The quilt fell to the ground. The father and son were in a mess. Xiao Shuai was held in Rong Yan's arms, and he was tickling hard. The little guy kept giggling.

"I said you two..."

Rong Yan stopped moving, but it was just one moment: "An Ning, you are here."

The little guy laughed so hard that his belly hurt. When he saw Luo Anning, he acted coquettishly and asked for help: "Mama, help...hehe..."

Putting the porridge on the bedside table, Luo Anning sat down beside the bed, looking at the playful father and son, laughing and said, "Okay, stop making trouble for Rong Yan."
Chapter completed!