Qiao Mofeng raised her eyebrows and glanced at Zhao Mingyu, then her eyes fell on Chacha, who had become particularly shy: "My child... we'll talk about it later."
He hasn't had enough fun yet. He wants a child, a burden.
Fortunately, Ning Mengyao didn't know what Qiao Mofeng was thinking, otherwise she would have given him a few slaps.
Ning Mengyao looked at the one taking it for granted and the other being shy, and couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Where are we now? Let's wait until Chacha turns eighteen."
"Mom, you really understand me." Qiao Mofeng laughed.
Ning Mengyao rolled her eyes at Qiao Mofeng: "Who cares about you?"
Chacha was blushing and wanted to burrow into the ground, but Qiao Mofeng kept talking there and suddenly became angry.
"No one will think you are mute if you don't speak." Chacha said shyly.
Qiao Mofeng shrugged: "Then why don't I stop talking?"
The corners of Chacha's mouth twitched slightly, she glanced at Qiao Mofeng speechlessly, and walked to Ning Mengyao: "Mom, look at him."
"You guys have a good relationship, I'm actually quite happy." Ning Mengyao said seriously as she looked at the two of them.
Chacha was speechless for a moment, how could his mother be like this
"Mom, why are you like this?"
"Haha, what's wrong with me? I don't seem to have done anything, right?" Ning Mengyao looked at Chacha in amusement and said helplessly.
"Mother followed him to bully me." Chacha said aggrievedly.
Ning Mengyao laughed loudly: "I don't dare to bully you. What will Feng'er and I do when we get anxious?"
Qiao Mo Feng glanced at Ning Mengyao angrily: "When it comes to this, who can compare to my father?"
"Feng'er, do you have a problem with me?" Qiao Tianchang, who didn't know when he walked in and how much he heard, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiao Mo Feng and asked playfully.
Qiao Mofeng patted his forehead: "Dad, I didn't say anything."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Qiao Mofeng nodded quickly. Among them, the one who had the best relationship and doted on his wife the most was their father. They couldn't compare.
Qiao Tianchang gave Qiao Mofeng a cold look, or rather at the paw he placed on Ning Mengyao: "You don't want your hand anymore?"
"..." Qiao Mofeng looked at Qiao Tianchang depressed, so that's why he said he didn't want children even if he got married.
It would be okay if I gave birth to a daughter, but wouldn't I be mad to death if I gave birth to a son
"So I must not have children now." Qiao Moshang said very seriously.
Zhao Minmin was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Haha, Qiao Mofeng, you are so funny because of this." Zhao Mingyu couldn't help laughing, he really looked like a madman.
Qiao Mofeng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Mingyu with disdain: "Tell me this when you get married and have a son."
"..." Qiao Tianchang suddenly felt that these words sounded so familiar, as if he had said it before.
"You don't have a son now, and you haven't even gotten married yet."
Looking at Zhao Mingyu with contempt, Qiao Mofeng said in a deep voice: "I have been with my mother since I was eleven years old, and it has been eight or nine years now. What does my father think of me, Shang'er, and Doudou? I I remember them all.”
Most of the time, Qiao Tianchang didn't like them to be too close to Ning Mengyao, unless they had something to do.
Just like him, Qiao Tianchang would only allow Ning Mengyao to get close to him if there was something wrong with his emotions. Other times, it would be only if he wanted to die.
Zhao Mingyu was choked immediately. He had actually seen a lot of such things.
"I feel pity for you."
Qiao Tianchang glanced at Zhao Mingyu: "Mingyu, are you trying to say that I was stingy and abused them?"
Zhao Mingyu's body became stiff instantly, and then he said with an embarrassed smile: "How...how could it be? Uncle Qiao, you must have heard wrong."
Zhao Mingyu wanted to die. He was talking nonsense, and even if he said it, he had to wait until no one was around. Now he was saying such things in front of others, and he was caught. , this is so embarrassing, okay