Li junyu was jealous and envious

A familiar voice came from outside the door, and the man who was frowning with the little boy in his arms couldn't help but relax.

The next second, however, the little bean in his palm, who had been looking at him curiously, suddenly burst into tears.

"You scared little chongchong." Ruan Mengmeng hurriedly walked over and carefully snatched the child from the man's hands. She protected her eldest son, who was crying so hard that he was hiccuping, in her arms, gently shaking him and coaxing him in a low voice.

His chubby little face was pressed against ruan Mengmeng's soft chest, and he gradually calmed down.

The little boy finally stopped crying when he smelled his mother's fragrance, saw his mother's bright almond-shaped eyes, and heard her gentle voice.

The man who was completely ignored by his wife looked on coldly, as if his entire person was shrouded in a heavy shadow.