Vicious Male Raising Cubs Online

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Tan Jiji was picked up by He Mingyu from Liao Xian last night. He didn't have time to give his grandparents a new gift to his little dad, but the eldest dad fell asleep early.

So the little fat cub, who went to bed and got up early, got up very early today, put the little duck into his pocket, and rode out from the bedroom to look for his little dad.

As a result, Baba was not found, and a rake was found.

Also found a bunch of weird people.

The little **** was a little disappointed. He put his head on He Mingyu's shoulder sullenly, and his gaze happened to meet the director who was standing on the other side of the living room.

At the same time, other people in the program group also looked at the chief director with a fierce look.

They can't just wait downstairs until nine o'clock to talk about getting up, right?

However, seeing He Dong's intention, he did not intend to go upstairs to call Tanqing to get up at all, let alone the possibility of allowing them to go upstairs and go in the bedroom to dig Tanqing out of the bed.

So far.

The only hope is the kid in front of me.

According to what Mr. He just said... This kid should be the son of him and Tan Qing?

I don't know if it is a surrogate/pregnancy or adoption.

Everyone in the program group did not dare to speak, nor did they dare to ask.

Can only crazily suggest that the director-general and the children should contact the children about their feelings.

Director: "..."

The chief director is a 35-year-old man. There is a child who was just born in the family. He could only bite the bullet and walked forward two steps, friendly chatting and showing a smile trying to establish friendship: "You Okay, kid, what's your name?"

However, the soft and silly chatter at home on weekdays is particularly noble and cold when facing strangers.

Especially when I didn't see the little dad one night, and the big dad was sitting in town.

Tan Jiji took a very official look at the chief director. After thinking for a few seconds, he politely and reluctantly rewarded him: "Morning."

Director: "..."

The chief director glanced at He Mingyu in a desolate heart, and then at the handsome milk doll lying on He Mingyu's shoulder.

No need for identification.

At first glance, it is his own.

At first glance, it comes with a lot of money and can't afford to cue the kind of breath away.

He Mingyu handed the small baby bottle that had been cooled to the right temperature on the small coffee table beside him, and said coldly: "A man who is much older than you is called an uncle. Don't just say one word."

The tender white and tender glutinous rice dumplings carefully touched a handful of small yellow ducks in their pockets, and then stretched out their chubby hands and hugged the small baby bottle containing fresh goat's milk.

I was about to lower my head and hold the baby bottle to drink, and I remembered what my eldest dad had said.

then.

The little **** raised his head and glanced at the chief director opposite, thought about the pronunciation for a few seconds in distress, and reluctantly said: "Cup, early!"