Luo Anning thought about it. His son was not good at gloating and adding fuel to the fire. So he coaxed him again: "Xiaoshuai, dad is in a bad mood now. Is it okay to go and make dad happy? Go and kiss dad, huh?"

As he said that, he picked up the little guy and walked to the sofa opposite, stuffed it into Young Master Rong's arms.

Young Master Rong initially looked very arrogant and squeamish, but when Luo Anning let go, he let go of his hands that were hugging his chest in the first second, and held the little guy with a reluctant expression.

This was obviously heartbroken, but he pretended to be very careless, which made Mr. Rong, Jiang Peihua and Luo Anning laugh.

The little guy held the bottle and sucked it, staring at him straight away. Young Master Rong also lowered his head and looked at him. After a while, the little guy was bored and turned his head and reached out to hug him.

Luo Anning pretended not to see it, walked to the opposite side and sat down, chatting with Jiang Peihua.

The little guy stretched out his hand to the great-grandfather again and wanted to hug him, "Great-grandfather!"

Mr. Rong wanted to hug him, but for the sake of his grandson taking explosives, it would be better not to ignite the fire.

There was no way to ask for help, the young man got angry and fell to the ground and stopped drinking!

Rong Shao raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly: "Pick it up."

The young man put his two short arms on his legs and ignored them.

Mr. Rong said lightly again: "I'll give you a minute, and I won't pick it up. I'll not pester your mother again at night."

The young man was not allowed to pester his mother's words, and the young man was very sure that he understood it.

The handsome little face was panicked for a moment, and then he struggled with his arms and short legs and was about to go to the ground to pick up a bottle.

Young Master Rong held his belly with his big hand, and let the little guy struggle and thrust him down. Suddenly, Young Master Rong still counted down with joy: "Five, four, three, two, one. Well, Dad has given you a chance, you don't cherish it. In the future, you are not allowed to pester your mother at night."

Suddenly, he approached him, lowered his voice and swore his sovereignty: "Your mother is my wife, not yours!"

In this way, under his shameless bullying, the young marshal was deprived of the benefits of sleeping with Moma at night.

In the evening, Christine and Catherine returned to Rong Mansion.

Seeing Xiaoshuai, the couple who had no children naturally loved the little guy very much, and they couldn't help but hug and kiss him.

The young man is also very smart. He knows who his uncle and aunt are, and he wants to hug and kiss.

Mr. Rong was very happy. After drinking a few more drinks at the family dinner, Christine became more and more adaptable to her identity. She was not as cold as before when she got along with Mr. Rong. She had a very subtle feeling with Jiang Peihua. He couldn't explain it clearly, but she didn't hate it at all, even though she kept talking about him.

I was still like that with Mr. Rong. If I could say less than three words, the two would always quarrel. It was common for bickering at the dinner table. Everyone was happy to see these awkward brothers.

The happiest person is the young man, who is the youngest and most favored.

The whole family was teasing him. He was so little that he leaned happily in Moma's arms, looking provocatively at his almost irritated blow.

After dinner, Mr. Rong quickly stuffed the little guy into Christine's arms, and pulled him up and went out before he could react.
Chapter completed!