Bo Jinghang was a little pretentious to begin with. Wanwan put down the phone and cried sadly. Bo Jinghang hurriedly opened his eyes and carried Wanwan onto his stomach.

  “Don’t cry, I’m fine.”


  “Alright, alright… Are you dead…”


  Wanwan reached out to wipe her eyes.

  “She’s not dead yet.” Bo Jinghang burped and placed Wanwan’s hand on his stomach.

  “You have indigestion here. Rub it for me.”


  Wanwan burped as she cried. She grabbed Bo Jinhang’s shirt with her little hand and scratched it twice. “…You won’t die if you rub it, right?”


  “Yes… But you’re not rubbing, you’re scratching.”


  Wanwan’s eyes were red from crying. She rubbed Bo Jinhang’s stomach and chatted with him.

  Bo Jinghang really didn’t know what to say to Wanwan.

  “Look at your biological sister. Do you know that you’re still young? Why aren’t you home yet?”


  Wanwan pouted unhappily.

  “Mommy… work…”


  Bo Jinghang glared at her and said sternly,

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  “That’s your sister. Don’t call her that. No matter what, we’re married. If you call her Mom, what am I? I don’t want to wear your green hat!”


  Wanwan pouted.

  “Okay, okay… You don’t like Wanwan…”


  Who would like a walking cuckold?

  “Wanjie is so cute…”


  Bo Jinghang glanced at her. Her big eyes were filled with grievance. What a foul!

  “Do you think Wanwan is disobedient…”


  Her grape-like eyes were filled with tears.

  “Wanwan can be more obedient… Can you not want Mama and Wanwan…”


  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke. She lowered her head and continued massaging Bo Jinghang’s stomach.

  Her obedient and pitiful look made one’s heart soften.

  “Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t say I didn’t want you. Why are you crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry. I didn’t say I didn’t want you and your mother!”


  “Really?”


  Bo Jinghang nodded. “Yes.”


  Wanwan blinked her big eyes and looked at him worriedly.

  Bo Jinghang took a deep breath and tapped his face. “Come, give me a kiss. I won’t lie.”


  Wanwan blinked her big eyes and climbed from Bo Jinghang’s stomach to his chest. Her soft hands cupped his face.

  “Slurp—”


  “It’s nothing—”


  “Moo—”


  Wanwan planted kisses on his handsome face.

  “Alright, alright, kiss me!”


  Bo Jinghang avoided Wanwan’s kiss with disdain.

  Fortunately, his sister-in-law was young. Otherwise, wouldn’t he become a wolf-like brother-in-law who seduced her?

  Sister-in-law and brother-in-law. This was a very sensitive relationship!

  Wanwan looked at Bo Jinhang’s face and giggled.

  Bo Jinghang burped and looked at Wanwan’s beautiful and cute face. After a long while, he suddenly said,

  “Little Fatty, call me Daddy.”


  The moment he said that, Bo Jinghang’s heart skipped a beat and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

  Daddy…


  This form of address seemed too distant from him.

  It didn’t suit him.

  Little Wanwan was deep in thought. When she heard Bo Jinghang’s words, she was stunned for a long time.

  “… Xingxing, do you want your father that night?”


  Bo Jinghang pursed his lips, his honey-colored face looking unnatural.

  “No. You and your sister have the same father. Your sister is already so old, which means that your father is an old man. I’m so handsome, how can I be your father?”


  With that, he carried Wanwan from his chest to his stomach and said sternly,

  “We have to keep our distance from now on, okay? Brother-in-law, remember, I’m your brother-in-law.”


  Wanwan pouted and disappointment flashed across her face.

  “Wanwan likes it…”


  Bo Jinghang reached out to rub Wanwan’s face. “Hurry up and continue. It’s so uncomfortable.”


  “… Oh.”


  When Sang Yu returned, she saw Wanwan sitting on Bo Jinhang’s lap. She was massaging him with her arms.

  Sang Yu’s expression changed and she hurried over.

  “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”


  “Mommy…” Wanwan called softly. She had been afraid and worried just now. Now that Sang Yu was back, she relaxed and tears welled up in her eyes.

  Sang Yu carried Wanwan and comforted her softly, “It’s alright now.”


  Wanwan buried her head in Sang Yu’s neck and sobbed softly.

  Carrying Wanwan and sitting beside Bo Jinhang, Sang Yu looked at Bo Jinhang who had already opened his eyes and asked,

  “Where do you feel unwell?”


  Seeing Sang Yu return, his gaze was fixed on her.

  After not seeing her for a day, she went out in the morning and returned home at night.

  Her makeup must have been touched up.

  Perhaps because she was in a hurry, the redness on her cheeks became more obvious than usual.

  Perhaps…


  When the coldness from outside dissipated, Bo Jinghang’s face turned cold.

  “You drank?”


  Sang Yu frowned and stood up with Wanwan in her arms. “I think you’re fine too.”


  Bo Jinghang quickly grabbed Sang Yu’s wrist. “You heartless woman, my stomach hurts!”


  Sang Yu was pulled back to the sofa and her gaze landed on his stomach. His shirt was wrinkled and it was obvious that Wanwan had ravaged it.

  “Did she eat something bad, or…”


  “I ate too much and got indigestion!”


  In order to sound convincing, she burped.

  Sang Yu’s lips curled into a faint smile.

  “How much did you eat for you to have indigestion?”


  Bo Jinghang remained silent.

  Wanwan looked up and said in a childish voice, “Alright, alright… three meals.”


  She paused for a few seconds and counted with her fingers.

  Sang Yu was puzzled. “Three bowls of rice aren’t much to you, right? Why would you suddenly have indigestion?”


  “I have indigestion. Why do you care how much I eat?!”


  Sang Yu took a deep breath and placed Wanwan aside. She took out the medical kit from under the coffee table and stood up to pull Bo Jinhang up.

  She patted and rubbed Bo Jinhang’s back and shoulders. She didn’t care about his dissatisfaction. After a while, she picked up a thin thread and wrapped it around his thumb.

  Seeing Sang Yu holding a sharp needle, Bo Jinghang glared at her warily.

  “I’ll kill you!”


  Bo Jinghang snorted. Killing him with an embroidery needle?

  Was she kidding?

  However, just as he sneered sarcastically, he felt a sharp pain on his thumb. Then, a stream of dark blood flowed out.

  “…”


  This heartless woman.