Chapter 111.7

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Early the next morning, Beitang Ao got up early and went out to practice martial arts with his son. 

Yan Feili had also planned the night before to get up in the morning and go together with them. Who knows that now when he was being lethargic, Beitang Ao deliberately didn't wake him up, so he slept until nearly noon.

Beitang Ao and his son each carried their swords, joking and walking slowly back from the distant hill. Yan Feili stood in the courtyard looking at them, only to realize that their faces were so similar, and their figures and postures were all alike. He couldn't help sighing that this father and son were the most incredible power in the world.

He only realized now that when Beitang Yaori stood with him, their appearance was even more similar, two points more than Beitang Ao characteristics. It's just that Yaori's temperament is more arrogant, blurring people's sight.

"Daddy." Beitang Yaori saw Yan Feili standing at the door from a distance, he rushed over to him, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and walked around him twice.

"What are you doing?" Yan Feili looked at his son suspiciously.

Beitang Yaori smiled at him, took his hand and said: "Daddy, you look like you are not in good health, don't stand here, let's go back in the house."

"Where is Daddy's body look bad?"

Yan Feili suddenly reacted and blurted out: "Your father told you?"

Beitang Yaori leaned closer to his ear and said with a chuckle: "Don't be upset, Daddy. Li'er is very happy."

Yan Feili was surprised and annoyed, feeling slightly embarrassed. He turned his head and glared at Beitang Ao who was walking slowly, not knowing what to say.

Beitang Ao only smiled slightly and shrugged faintly. Li'er will know this sooner or later, so why lie to him? He wanted to stay in the valley for more than half a month, and they won't be able to hide his five-month old pregnant body.

Beitang Yaori knew that his Daddy would be embarrassed, he immediately changed the subject and said: "I'm hungry. Dad, let's go eat."

"......Okay."

Mother Liu had already prepared lunch, and the three of them sat down to eat.

No talking when eating and no talking when getting to sleep are the house rules of the Beitang family. During lunch, everyone just had a quiet meal, but Beitang Yaori couldn't help but glanced at the slightly bloated figure under his father's generous clothes several times.

Yan Feili was embarrassed by his looks, and finally couldn't help but straighten up and shouted in a low voice, "Eat."

Beitang Yaori chuckled and hurriedly lowered his head to concentrate on the meal.

After finally finishing the meal, Beitang Yaori followed Yan Feili to the back room, and said with a smile: "No wonder I feel that Dad has gained a lot of weight this time. It turns out that he wants to add younger brothers and sisters to us."

"Li'er." Yan Feili reluctantly sat on the side of the bed and said, "Daddy is so old, do you still want to laugh at Daddy?"

"When did I make a joke about you?" Beitang Yaori sat down beside him and said with a smile: "I'm just a little surprised. Daddy is still young, and you can still handle and fight fifty people in the capital. This is nothing."

Yan Feili did not speak.

Beitang Yaori said: "Daddy, don't think about it so much. I don't think there is anything wrong or embarrassing about it, as long as Daddy and Father are happy." Although he was a little surprised when he knew it at first, he quickly accepted it. Although his childhood memories are far away, he remembered very clearly.

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