In the warm spring-like house, Luo Fengtang played with his two children. Dazhi soon became sleepy, so Yang Ruoqing took him to the next room to sleep.

Luo Fengtang's eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure, and when he saw that she was sending Dazhi to bed, he couldn't help but ask Luo Baobao, who was sitting on his lap and was concentrating on painting: "Daughter, are you sleepy?"

Luo Baobao said without raising his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy at all!"

Luo Fengtang said in a consultative tone: "Brother has gone to bed. How about daddy also sends you to bed and you can paint again tomorrow?"

Baby Luo wiggled his little butt unhappily and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, I haven't finished painting yet. Dad, look at me. I'm painting a family portrait!" she said.

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to calm down and hold his daughter in his arms, watching her little hand holding a charcoal pencil as she drew little figures one after another on the white paper in front of her.

Watching these little people holding hands, grinning with grinning teeth.

After Yang Ruoqing coaxed Dazhi to sleep, she returned to the room and saw that under the light, the father was still holding his daughter on his lap.

The father and daughter were pointing at the row of little people drawn on the paper to identify them, when Baby Luo's voice came over: "Dad, the tallest one is you, and the most beautiful little girl next to you is me."

"This is brother Dazhi, followed by grandma, and the one carrying a big fish over here is grandpa..."

Yang Ruoqing didn't hear her name and walked over with some curiosity. She happened to hear Luo Fengtang ask Luo Baobao: "Is the person with long hair in the corner and holding a butcher knife in his hand the same as you?"

Auntie, right?"

Luo Baobao's uncle and grandma are naturally the Da Sun family.

Luo Fengtang instinctively understood the person holding the butcher knife as the Da Sun family.

Luo Baobao shook his head and smiled with his lips pursed.

No matter how Luo Fengtang asked, the little girl would not talk about the movie.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly had a bad premonition and rushed to the table in three steps. Luo Baobao stretched out his hand to protect it, but she, the mother-in-law, grabbed the drawing paper first and snatched it back.

"Fuck!"

Yang Ruoqing directly uttered a curse word.

Isn't this woman with long hair, holding a butcher's knife in one hand, and her other hand on her waist with a fierce look, just herself?

"Baby Luo, how dare you paint your beautiful and beautiful mother like this? What you are doing is a complete waste!"

Yang Ruoqing was so angry that the flower branches trembled.

She is not afraid of anything. She used to play tricks on others, but now she finally met a little nemesis.

Baby Luo was so frightened that he quickly hid in Luo Fengtang's arms. While hiding, he said, "Dad, look, does my mother's angry look look like the one on my drawing?"

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, and his handsome face turned red from holding back.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes in anger.

If someone dared to bully her like this, Luo Fengtang would have gone out of his way to protect her, regardless of right or wrong.

But when the opponent was replaced by Luo Baobao, he became neutral!

No wonder it is said that my daughter was my father’s little lover in his previous life, and she came here specifically to share his love and affection in this life. This is so true!

"Daughter, you can't do this, she is your mother!"

Luo Fengtang probably realized that he couldn't blindly favor Luo Baobao like this, so he deliberately bluffed his face and taught.

Baby Luo is actually a kind-hearted child, but he is a little more naughty than ordinary children.

Seeing her father say the same thing, she knew her joke might have gone too far.

Leaning in Luo Fengtang's arms, he felt strange and did not argue.

His little hands were playing with the corners of Luo Fengtang's clothes, while his big, smart eyes glanced secretly at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing deliberately ignored her.

Baby Luo panicked a little and turned to his father for help.

Luo Fengtang leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Luo Baobao's eyes lit up, and he quickly got off Luo Fengtang's lap and came to Yang Ruoqing jumping up and down.

"Mom, please lean down, the baby has a secret to tell you." She raised her head and said.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, but still leaned down...

As soon as she leaned down, the little man stood up on tiptoes and hugged her neck, pressing his soft and waxy lips on Yang Ruoqing's face.

With a loud "boo~", she stepped back and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a smile.

"The baby is wrong, mother is not angry!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to scare her on purpose. How could she be willing to be seriously angry with her daughter?

Now that the little man has taken the initiative to admit his mistake, she can no longer feign anger.

He also leaned over and kissed Baby Luo on the face.

"Mom is not angry, dear baby. Your painting is very good and vivid. Keep up the good work!" Yang Ruoqing touched her little head and encouraged her.

Baby Luo nodded happily.

Luo Fengtang came over and said to Luo Baobao: "Daughter, it's getting late. My brother is already asleep. Dad will send you to bed too?"

Baby Luo yawned, but hugged Luo Fengtang's leg, "No, the baby wants to stay and sleep with daddy!"

"Ah?" Luo Fengtang was surprised.

Baby Luo coquettishly said: "The baby wants to be held by his father and sleep between him and his mother, just like he did when he was a baby..."

Luo Fengtang looked really embarrassed now.

He looked up at Yang Ruoqing, asking for help, hoping that she would quickly find a way to get this little person away.

He hasn't been back for a year, and now he just wants to go to bed and sleep with his mother in his arms.

"Qing'er..."

He called out in a low voice and sent a second wave of help.

Yang Ruoqing had a bad smile on her face and said to him: "Don't you two have a deep love for each other as father and daughter? It's your responsibility to take care of it. I'll go to the bathroom to take a shower first, la la la..."

Yang Ruoqing entered the bathroom without looking back. Soon, the sound of splashing water and the sound of her singing softly came from the bathroom.

She likes to sing with the splash of water in the bath, which is a sign of her happiness.

Her singing voice was very nice, and it reached his ears along with the sound of water. He couldn't help but think about the wonderful scene in the big bathtub. His mouth felt dry for a while, and some kind of fire was burning in his body...

…

Yang Ruoqing soaked herself in a large bathtub, which was filled with flower petals. The door of the bathroom was closed from the inside and the door bolt was deliberately inserted.

Because Baby Luo was there, the door was bolted.

While Yang Ruoqing was taking a bath, she was thinking about what Luo Fengtang would think of to get rid of that little man. She couldn't help but snicker when she thought of his embarrassed look before.

Suddenly, there was a 'bang' sound from behind.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw a tall figure breaking through the door.

It's Luo Fengtang.

At this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by a ball of fire. After entering, the temperature of the entire bathroom seemed to rise.

He first looked around the bathroom and found her in the tub.

His eyes suddenly lit up, like a long-hungry beast discovering a beautiful little doe.

He rushed toward the bathtub at full speed, pulling off his clothes as he walked. By the time he came to the bathtub, all his clothes had been taken off.

"Ah, gangster!"

Everything happened so fast that by the time Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, he had already moved his slender thighs into the tub.
Chapter completed!