Ning Xueluo heaved a sigh of relief, a hint of viciousness flashing in her eyes, "You can be a little more ruthless when you do it, it will be more realistic!"
"Don't worry, little girl. You don't need to teach me about this kind of thing! Don't forget my business!" the man said in a low voice.
Ning Xueluo's tone was a little irritable, "Didn't I say I would find a chance to help you transport it in? There will be a batch of goods from Luocheng to the imperial capital next month! There won't be any problems, as long as you do this for me, everything will be fine!"
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Imperial capital, Platinum Palace.
In the study, the little boy was lying in front of his dad's desk, staring at him with his big eyes without blinking, asking for the sixteenth time today, "When will mommy come back?"
In the past few days, Lu Tingxiao and Xiaobao's conversations were basically:
"When will Mama be back?"
"Why hasn't Mama come back yet?"
"Will Mommy come back today?"
"Will Mama come back tomorrow?"
…
It's obvious that my son who can talk is more difficult to deal with than when he couldn't talk.
In the past, they only attacked with their eyes, but now they have added sound attacks.
Lu Tingxiao pinched his brows and closed the laptop in front of him. Then, he tilted his head and looked at his son with a complicated expression.
These days, Xiaobao called his mother, grandfather, grandmother, and second uncle.
Although Xiaobao always made Lu Jingli mad every time he spoke to him, he could see that Xiaobao actually liked Jingli very much, because he spoke to him the most times and basically responded every time.
And he...
Until now, I have never heard Xiaobao call him "Dad".
Every time Xiaobao came to see him, he would talk about or ask about things related to Ning Xi, and nothing else.
It's impossible to say that he doesn't care at all.
"Xiaobao, come here, let's talk." Lu Tingxiao waved towards his son.
Xiaobao was only looking forward to his mother's return. He was in no mood to chat and looked obviously not in a good mood.
"You don't want to call me?" So Lu Tingxiao asked directly.
After hearing what Lu Tingxiao said, Xiaobao's face suddenly froze.
Sure enough, the child really didn't want to, so he deliberately didn't call him.
"Why? Can you tell me?" Lu Tingxiao asked in a softer tone.
However, the little guy's expression seemed to be even uglier.
In fact, this time, he didn't even want to talk to Lu Tingxiao, and directly took out the writing board that he hadn't used for a long time.
Although he now expresses himself verbally, he still has the habit of carrying a writing board with him.
Then, Lu Tingxiao saw his son writing three words on the writing board: [It's all your fault]
It's all my fault
Lu Tingxiao looked at these three words with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean?"
The little bun's eyes were full of grievances, and his expression became even more sad and angry. He continued to write: [It's all your fault. Little Bao didn't come out of Mom's belly! Little Bao wanted to be born from Mom's belly!!!]
The little guy held up the clipboard with red eyes, and his expression looked like he was about to cry.
He knew that although Aunt Xiaoxi had always been so kind to him, she was not his biological mother, not the one who gave birth to him.
Whenever he thought of this, he became particularly angry with his father!
Why isn’t he the son of Dad and Aunt Xiaoxi
After hearing what his son said, Lu Tingxiao was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.