Luo Anning lowered her head and introduced to the little guy. The young man gave Moma a special face and made him laugh. His rosy little mouth grinned, revealing his two cute front teeth, and the crisp laughter immediately escaped.

The word "uncle" that Christine said was like an invisible slap on Mr. Rong's face.

He regards himself as Brother Luo Anning, not Rong Shao’s younger brother?

This perception made Mr. Rong both angry and chilled. His turbid eyes looked at Rong Yu with an indescribable brilliance, and he couldn't take it back for a long time.

Christine seemed to have not felt the excessively hot sight, and reached out to take the little guy from Luo Anning's arms, lowered her head and nose to the tip of his little nose, and rubbed it a few times: "I'm so happy to see my uncle, yes

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Christine smiled, showing her charming temperament. Zhuo Gui Tsinghua, he thought with distress: "What kind of meeting gift should my uncle give you?"

The obsidian earring in the left ear reflected an extremely dazzling light under the light. The little guy was stunned, and then he seemed to have discovered something fun new, and his little hand grabbed it and reached out accurately.

"Hiss-" Christine sucked in a low breath.

"Xiaoshuai, let go of your hand, you're in love with your uncle." Luo Anning, who was standing beside him, quickly spoke out to stop his son's wrong behavior, although he couldn't understand.

The little guy just thought it was fun, and he refused to let go with his little hands. After Christine was exhausted, he smiled and let him go.

"Like earrings?" His chin rubbed against his head, causing the little guy to giggle while busy avoiding it.

"It seems that I really like it. Then I'll give you an earring."

As soon as Christine finished speaking, Rong Shao roared at the same time: "Rong Yu, are you looking for death? Do you dare to make these inappropriate things for my son, how about you?"

"Oh, who is that?" Christine screamed exaggeratedly, then smiled and said, "I don't know."

The little guy looked at his angry look and found it very interesting, so he simply nestled in Christine's arms, looking at Baba from time to time, and sometimes looking back at his uncle...

"I don't know you, right?" Mr. Rong smiled softly: "Give me my son back!"

As he said that, he would rob him when he stepped forward.

Christine is not warm yet, how could she grab it for him?

"No! Keep going!"

"You're looking for death!"

"Yes, what are you looking for death? What do you do to me?" He left his words provocatively, and Christine sat on the sofa with the little guy in his arms, staring at him as if he was guarding against the enemy.

Young Master Rong.

Young Master Rong's lungs were almost irritated!

Have you ever met a shameless person?

It doesn’t matter if you haven’t seen it before, just look at it all!

The most shameless and shameless person is so shameless that he has no bottom line that he is holding his son and never let go!

"Rong Yu, you dead boy!" After roaring, Young Master Rong raised his long legs and kicked him mercilessly, skillfully avoiding his son.

"shi.t!" With a low spell, Christine quickly jumped from the sofa to avoid it, holding the little guy steadily in her hand, and landed on the safe side.

The little guy seemed to think that the adults were playing with him. His black eyes were curled up, and his little mouth was giggling without a trace of fear.
Chapter completed!