Mommy Is Waging A Rebellion

The little milk bag was very obedient. It only needed to look at it once before it knew how to do it. It easily broke the model apart.    

Shaang Weiyuan curled his lips in satisfaction and patted his head. "It's not a shame that you are my son, but you are smart."    

"Hehe." The baby smiled and showed his teeth. It was very sweet.    

But why did Ruan Mizheng feel that the way Shaang Weiyuan touched her son's head was so similar to touching his head...    

Chiang Ann walked forward and was about to tell his teacher that Miss Ruan had come but was stopped by Ruan Mizheng.    

She put her index finger on her lips and made a shushing sound. The father and son's interaction was warm and loving, she could not bear to break it.    

Little milk bags liked to disassemble things. After they were disassembled, they were reassembled.    

"Daddy, how do we do this?"    

"Why are you so stupid like your mommy? Come here, I'll teach you!"    

Ruan Mizheng's face darkened. Was she that stupid?    

Shaang Weiyuan hugged his son on his lap. Although he was unhappy, he patiently taught him.    

The little bun sat on his lap. He was so happy that he could not close his mouth.    

"Daddy, you are so awesome. When the baby grows up, he will be like you!"    

"Good son has a promising future. Fortunately, the excellent genes are inherited from me."    

The little baby blinked her big eyes and looked at him. "Daddy, Mommy isn't stupid. Mommy is very smart."    

"Smart?" Shaang Weiyuan's thin lips curved into a mocking smile. "She is clearly stupid like a pig."    

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he felt.    

F * ck!    

She was shot even when she was lying down!    

Ruan Mizheng could not bear it any longer and lightly coughed.    

Immediately, both father and son turned around at the same time.    

"Mommy!"    

The baby jumped off Shaang Weiyuan's leg and ran towards Ruan Mizheng with his arms wide open.    

Ruan Mizheng squatted down and picked him up.    

"Mommy, I missed you so much!"    

The little baby hugged her face and kissed her again and again.    

Ruan Mizheng softly said, "Son, have you eaten yet?"    

"Oh... No."    

What time is it, haven't you eaten yet?    

Ruan Mizheng stared at Shaang Weiyuan, who stood up slowly.    

The little bun hurriedly added, "Daddy said he would wait for you to come back and eat with me."    

This sounded like Shaang Weiyuan's words?    

Ruan Mizheng did not believe it.    

Shaang Weiyuan's deep eyes stared at her, "Someone, go and bring the food over."    

Ruan Mizheng's eyes were shocked. Was it really him who made the request?    

Just to wait for her, the two of them were still hungry?    

Holy shit, it was scary.    

"Mommy, what happened to your face?!" The little baby looked at Ruan Mizheng's red and swollen cheek on the other side and his eyes instantly burned with raging flames. "Was it that bad auntie who hit you?!"    

Ruan Mizheng put him on the stool at the table and gently smiled. "Son, this is a personal grudge between me and her. My friend, don't interfere in adults' matters."    

Once the baby knew that his mommy was injured and bullied, his whole body was immediately covered with a layer of cold air.    

He did not look like an adult.    

Damn it, he actually dared to bully his mommy. The baby's eyes narrowed dangerously.    

He wanted to think of a plan to deal with that ugly Gu!    

The steaming hot dishes were quickly served. It was extremely sumptuous.    

Because Shaang Weiyuan's taste was very picky, the meat only ate European air transportation, red wine only drank French, and the dishes only ate some island country food.    

The only thing missing was the morning dew.    

It was quite difficult to serve, comparable to an emperor.    

The little milk packet's hungry stomach was already flat, and it wolfed down the food.    

Ruan Mizheng waited by the side, afraid that he would choke.    

Shaang Weiyuan shook the red wine cup and stared at Ruan Mizheng serving his son. He did not eat a single bite.    

His eyes were slightly cold, "Chiang Ann, come and serve my son to eat."    

Chiang Ann was stunned. He, an assistant, still had to serve the boss's son to eat.    

This was simply too much. Who else could do this job other than him?