Smart and cute baby: recruit a marriage for daddy

"Mommy, go and help daddy." Feng Yuhao took Qiao Xiaoxi to Feng Tingyu's side.

The little guy didn't help her, but also helped his father. This is the tragedy of giving birth without raising.

Qiao Xiaoxi followed Feng Tingyu upstairs, but fortunately, he didn't put the woman into his bedroom, just in the guest room.

She found a set of her own clean clothes to change for the woman, but because she was angry, she didn't take a bath for her. He went downstairs alone.

"Mommy, if you are angry in your heart, you can say it. If you suppress it in your heart, it will be bad." Feng Yuhao sat next to Qiao Xiaoxi and comforted him softly.

"If I'm really angry, will you be my vent?" Qiao Xiaoxi sat on the sofa in the living room, but his heart flew upstairs. Even his eyes have been at the entrance of the art rotating staircase.

"Willing to serve Mommy." Feng Yuhao smiled and bowed to her.

Qiao Xiaoxi didn't want to take his affection. He took back his eyes and looked squarely at his son.

"Who is that woman? Do you know her? What is her relationship with your father?" she asked three questions in a row. "Does she come here often?"

Feng Yuhao just wanted to answer her, she added another question.

"Mommy asked me so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" Feng Yuhao scratched his little head with his hand.

"Does she come here often?" this question is very important. If so, she will never live here in the future.

Fang Rou told her that Tingyu villa was a private house designed and built by fengtingyu himself. Ordinary people don't let people in.

Now an inexplicable woman has come in, so she must not be an ordinary person. Women kiss and hug Feng Ting. It's not that relationship. What is it?

"I don't know." Feng Yuhao pretended to be confused and shook his head. "But I know one thing..."

"What?" Qiao Xiaoxi was so excited that he interrupted his words.

"Mommy is very nervous and angry now, with anger in her heart. Her face is full of jealousy and envy. To sum up, Mommy is eating that woman's vinegar." Feng Yuhao is like a worm in Qiao Xiaoxi's heart, and his words are like a finishing touch.

"...." she answered silently with a black line.

Is she jealous? Did she show it so clearly? Even a six-year-old can see it?

"Mommy is in front of me. Don't be embarrassed." Feng Yuhao said with a small lips.

"Your father is looking for a woman outside. You look very happy? Do you want a stepmother?" the guy's technique of flirting with his younger sister is inherited by Feng Tingyu.

"Did Mommy change her clothes and take a bath for the aunt just now?" he asked instead of answering her question.

"Why should I take a bath with her? I'm the hostess here. I'm not a servant girl. I can help her change her clothes. I can't afford her." Qiao Xiaoxi's anger really couldn't help but soared directly on Feng Yuhao. "What do you think, little fellow? As a real lady, I need to wait on a junior who seduces my man?"

"Er..." Feng Yuhao looked stunned. I didn't expect that just a word would excite Mommy like this.

Qiao Xiaoxi may be too excited. She doesn't even know that there is a man standing at the entrance of the art rotating staircase.

The man heard everything she had just said without missing a word.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Am I wrong?" Qiao Xiaoxi stretched out his hands and gently pinched the little guy's cheek. "Also, you are my son. No matter what happens in the future, you have to stand on my side, you know?"

"Mommy thinks... What will happen?" Feng Yuhao blinked his beautiful big eyes and looked at Feng Tingyu who came to them from the entrance of the stairs.

"You are almost six years old, so you have your own independent thought. Now your father is having an affair and brings Xiao San home. If one day I want to compete with your father for your custody, you must remember to tell the judge that you have seen your father and done something sorry for your mommy."

"That's how you taught my son?"

Feng Ting's cold voice, like a ghost wind of heroes, floated into Qiao Xiaoxi's ears.

"..." Qiao Xiaoxi suddenly turned back in fear and hugged his son, and the whole person nestled in the sofa. "Are you a ghost? You don't walk quietly?"

"If you didn't do something bad, you would be afraid of ghosts coming to the door?" Feng Ting stared at Qiao Xiaoxi. He had changed a simple Beige home clothes and wiped the water drops on his broken hair gracefully and comfortably with a towel in his hand.

"I'm not afraid. You're in the daytime. You're not afraid of ghosts coming. I've convinced you." she was so angry that she gnashed her teeth. Even if it was his face, the anger on her face didn't subside.

She seems to have forgotten that her marriage to him is just an agreement between them. Therefore, what kind of woman he wants to be with is his freedom. Of course, she can find a man. No one will hinder anyone.

"Is she still vomiting in the room?" he asked directly, ignoring the strange words in her mouth.

"Are you asking me?" she looked up at him in a bad tone. "It's none of my business whether she spits or not. You care about her so much that you don't know to go up and see."

"Hee hee..." Feng Yuhao covered his small mouth with his hand and smiled softly.

"Also, what did you promise me the day you asked me to go to Xi Yue's house? My little aunt's family is waiting for me in the hospital. I'd better follow you here to see such a good play in order to take you with me. I really believe you in vain. Mengmeng, you're not disgusting, I'm still disgusting..."

"Er..."

Qiao Xiaoxi's words had not finished yet. Suddenly, the woman's vomit came from upstairs.

Feng Tingyu didn't listen to her nagging and hurried upstairs.

"You..." Qiao Xiaoxi jumped with anger. "Let that woman play with you later. We'll see." she grabbed her bag on the sofa. "Do you want to stay here with your father or go with me?" she looked at Feng Yuhao and asked.

"Mommy, you are so beautiful when you are angry!"

"I'm not in the mood to listen to your sweet words now. Do you know that these words will only make me think of your dead daddy." she was upset and imitated Feng Tingyu's tone just now. "Dream! Dream his spring and autumn dream. In the future, I will go back to the bridge and the road with him. The well water will not invade the river."