Not far away, Zhuang Rongguang looked at Lu Tingxiao and his miniature replica, curling his lips in displeasure, "Sister Xi, what's your taste? Of all the other men, why do you have to choose Lu Tingxiao?"
Ning Xi raised her eyebrows, "Because he's handsome!"
Zhuang Rongguang choked as he looked at Lu Tingxiao's flawless face, which looked like a god's. He couldn't refute it, so he said, "Why are you so superficial? His baby is already this big, okay?"
Ning Xi: "Sorry, his baby is my favorite!"
Zhuang Rongguang: “…”
What's there to like about a soft little bun who doesn't have any spirit at all
"Sister Xi, Sister Xi, I think you are more suitable to be with our mighty and domineering soldier. When I join the army, I will help you keep an eye out for him. I will definitely find him a hundred times more handsome than Lu Tingxiao, and then give birth to a baby with super good genes. How great it would be if he grows up to be as domineering as you..."
The image of Ning Xi, who was cool and domineering, was indelible in Zhuang Rongguang's mind. How could his goddess, who was as brave, wise, persevering, upright and strong as the Eagle God Gastrophore, be bound in an old-fashioned wealthy family like a canary, to take care of her husband and children
It’s so heartbreaking!
Ning Xi's eyes were full of her precious son at the moment. She had no time to pay attention to Zhuang Rongguang who kept muttering to her. With a gentle look on her face, she walked straight to the little boy.
Seeing the little boy staring at the gun in Zhuang Rongguang's hand with sparkling eyes, he bent down and asked with a smile, "Baby, do you want to play?"
The little bun suddenly widened his big black eyes like black grapes, "Mom, can I?"
Ning Xi immediately smiled and said, "Of course!"
Hearing that Ning Xi agreed to let Xiao Bao play with guns, neither Lu Tingxiao nor Zhuang Liaoyuan and Zhuang Zongren thought there was anything wrong with it. Zhuang Liaoyuan and Zhuang Zongren in particular thought it was natural.
As a military and political family like the Zhuang family, Zhuang Zongren's generation all grew up in the war. When Zhuang Rongguang just learned to walk, Zhuang Liaoyuan started giving him guns as toys. When he was three or five years old, Zhuang Liaoyuan often took him to places like shooting ranges and training grounds.
Zhuang Rongguang inherited the talents of the Zhuang family. He was gifted since childhood and also loved guns. Unfortunately, the political situation was chaotic during that period and the Zhuang family was once at the center of the storm. They were busy with various struggles and neglected to discipline Zhuang Rongguang, missing his most important growth period. When they wanted to change things, they taught him too aggressively in a hurry, and almost ruined a good seedling...
Zhuang Rongguang, who was standing by, looked at Ning Xi's gentle and doting expression, curled his lips in disdain and said, "Sister Xi, be careful not to hit his little arm! Not everyone is like me, who touched a gun at the age of three and could hit a perfect shot at the age of five, okay?"
— "What if I can get a ten-ring?"
At this moment, a childish but inexplicably cold voice was heard from the side.
Zhuang Rongguang immediately looked at the little guy who was talking, with a funny expression on his face, "Ha! You are so arrogant, little brat! Have you ever touched a gun?"
Xiaobao: “No.”
Zhuang Rongguang immediately said, "How dare you talk nonsense without me! If you can hit ten rings, I will call you daddy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Liaoyuan glared at him coldly.
Zhuang Rongguang touched his nose and said, "Ahem... Anyway, that's what I mean! If you can get a ten-ring, I'll do anything for you!"
Xiao Bao looked over with a cold face and said expressionlessly: "If I score a ten-ring, you are not allowed to stir up trouble in front of my mother."