A little doll with an angelic face popped out of nowhere at her feet, about two or three years old, two lines of tears were hanging on her delicate and lovely face, her chubby face was full of grievances, and Ming Wuyan's heart softened instantly.
She bent down, took the little guy's little hand off her lap, and said softly, "Whose baby are you?"
Fusang Yuren coughed lightly, picked up the little bean bag in Ming Wuyan's hand, and threw it directly on a short table in front of him. Ming Wuyan's eyes widened from that rude movement.
"Your son? Stepfather?" Ming Wuyan glared at him.
Fusang Yuren staggered and almost fell.
He looked at Xue Yihan in embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment: "My son, my own. His mother died after giving birth to him. I don't know much about taking care of children."
So the basic approach is to stock up.
This kid, now he calls mother when he sees a girl, so he almost keeps this little guy at home.
Xue Yihan frowned after hearing this, glanced at Chaos Baby, and said nothing.
When Ming Wuyan heard that the child was born in Fusang Yuren, and that the child had no mother, her sympathy flooded all of a sudden, and she hugged the little guy who ran over from the short slope again and hugged her leg tightly into her arms.
"Hi, what's your son's name?"
Fusang Yuren thought for a while before saying: "I didn't give him a name, why don't you help him think of one!"
Ming Wuyan's eyes widened in astonishment, "You're not joking, are you? Your own son doesn't have a name?"
Fusang Yuren was obviously distressed, touched his head, and said after a while: "I don't want his surname to be Fusang, but I don't know what his mother's name is!"
When Ming Wuyan heard this, she felt even more surprised. Everyone gave birth to him, but he didn't even know his wife's last name
Fusang Yuren was really embarrassed by Ming Wuyan, so he simply replied truthfully: "I don't love his mother."
Ming Wuyan was speechless, even if it was one night, but as long as she used some snacks, her identity could be found out!
Fusang Yuren knew what Ming Wuyan was thinking, so he said again: "His mother is an orphan raised by others since childhood, and later trained to be an assassin. No one knows what her surname is for a long time."
Ming Wuyan snorted, and half-seriously and half-jokingly said: "If my surname is not Fusang, I can't use my mother's surname. Why don't I have my surname? I..."
Before she could finish her words, Xue Yihan pulled out the baby in her hand and threw it to Fusang Yuren, while Xue Yihan wrapped her arms around her waist and said in a low voice, "Baby Chaos, why don't we have our own baby in the future!"
Ming Wuyan caressed her forehead, she just wanted to say that she could be this child's godmother!
However, seeing Xue Yihan's appearance, she dared not speak again.
Xue Yihan glanced at Fusang Yuren, and said coldly: "Your son is called Fuli. If he has no father or mother, he should learn it from an early age."
When Fusang Yuren heard it, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands immediately, "Okay, I'll call it Fuli. You can do whatever you want, and I'll prepare food for you."
After finishing speaking, Fusang Yuren left, completely ignoring his son.