Chapter 438 (2/2)

”You stink. Will Mommy take you to take a bath first?” Although Xia Yunchu asked, he directly picked up his son and walked to his room.

It's a pity that there is only Yan Laoba with a regretful face. It's such a good opportunity!

After a pause, Yan Laoba walked to the room of adoptive father Hetun. One was to prepare for instructions and the other was to report on today's affairs.

The little guy went back and forth in the bathtub and sank to the bottom, playing with bubbles.

Xia Yunchu picked him up and washed him white.

”Mommy, don't you want your baby son to see that bastard? If Mommy is unhappy, I won't go!”

The little guy thought that mommy Xia Yunchu just stopped him and didn't want him to see his father Li yanye.

”No, of course. After watching it, you'll sleep with your starling tonight, you know?”

”Ah? Do you want me to sleep with old eight? Why? Smelly old eight's feet stink to death. He still grinds his teeth and talks in his sleep!”

The little guy despises Yan Laoba on his face.

Among the adopted sons of Hetun, Xiao 15 likes sleeping with Yan 12 best, because he always has different surprises for him.

”But if Mommy says it's helping Mommy, will you kiss your son?”

Xia Yunchu didn't explain to his son that the purpose of letting the little guy pester Yan Laoba at night is to prevent Yan Laoba from beating Li yanye again after he visited Li yanye.

Because Hetun doesn't want others to beat up the night in front of Xiao 15, which will only breed Xiao 15's hatred for him.

”Of course, if it's to help Mommy!” Although the little guy didn't like Lao BA's smelly feet and a bunch of messy bad habits, he endured it in order to kiss Mommy.

Xia Shen's child ate with him in Hetun's bedroom. Maybe Hetun's leg wound was torn again. He was not willing to spoil the little guy's fun during the day and kept holding back. It gets worse at night.

”Adoptive father, pinch your arm on the 15th!”

The little guy learned the technique of a Thai technician and pinched the other arm to Hetun. His little hands were fleshy and rolled around on Hetun's arm, which was somewhat comfortable!

Hetun closed his eyes comfortably and happily, ”fifteen, do you hate your father Li yanye?”

The little guy pursed his mouth and then replied, ”hate!”

”Little guy, you're duplicating again, aren't you? Since you hate him so much, why don't you go to the basement and kill him with an arrow?”