The ex-husband of an old man of the rich 2

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"blood shield up!" xu ziying shouted, his body tilted to the right, as if he could exert strength, and began to shout loudly: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

seeing that his sister's figure was about to hang, xu zisheng frowned, and as a taoist monk, he simply rushed to the front, replaced the position of the original warrior, and knocked down a piece of floating ghosts, and won the game.

xu ziying looked to the right happily: "brother, you treat a good daoist priest as a blood cow." wu yin, the real blood bull warrior: "..."his eyes were red, and he sipped his tender pink lips and pulled xu ziying's hem: "i'm sorry, am i too stupid?"

xu ziying turned to look at him, a little strangely: "you're okay, i was chased by a ghost when i first played."

"is it?"

"well," nodding vigorously, xu ziying put up her fingers and spoke to yin baobao very seriously: "i am scared, desperately trying to escape."

"really? what a horror! "but no, i'm glad i managed to do it."

xu zisheng, who was playing with him: "..."what kind of ghost is this?" do you change two normal lines? i'm nostalgic for math problems again.

when aunt sun knocked on the door, she brought three beautiful ice creams, freshly made, with fruit on them.

xu zisheng took the lead in thanking his aunt, the tastes of the little guys are different, when wu yin was very surprised when he got the strawberries, xu zisheng said lightly: "your little father and aunt sun work together." 

"no wonder, thank you brother."

"..." xu zisheng stared at the small face that was fluttering red, drew the corners of his mouth, and rubbed wu yin's little brain melon with his hands: "well, eat it quickly." 

"what about me?"

the younger sister was also obedient, and xu zisheng picked up his sister's hair again. the sun shines through the glass on the little guy's face, warm like a painting, but unfortunately, as soon as it gets dark, wu yin must follow yin ming home. if only uncle zheng kai's baby was three years old and could play together, xu ziying thought.

the four people gathered around the table to eat dinner, and xu ziying asked the doubts in his heart: "dad, why is wu yin called wu yin?" why do he have two dad's words in his name? wu yin's

name comes from the surnames of wu hua and yin ming, the crystallization of love. after xu hang explained, the little princess's question was more: "i also want such a name, and i also want to be a proof that the fathers love each other, brother, do you want to?" let's change the name, shall we?

xu zisheng shook his head: "sister, do you want to call xu qin?"

how to look at it is like the result of uncle wu hua's laziness, suddenly remembering wu yin's well-behaved and cute appearance, i don't know if other pregnant bodies are also like this. there was exactly one in the house, xu zisheng looked at the delicate appearance of the little father, thoughtful.

"what were you thinking?" the cold gaze slowly drooped, and xu hang held his cheek with one hand.

"dad, do we still have more members in our family?"

"when you grow up, you'll have it," xu hang meant very clearly.

however, xu ziying misunderstood, staring excitedly at the little father's belly, thinking that there would be three brothers or three sisters in about ten years. aat that time, she was already a big child, and she would take her younger siblings to play every day and not let her fathers work hard. after making up his mind, xu ziying, who was not eating properly, sat up straight, spoon after spoon, and worked extra hard as if he had a vendetta against rice.