Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 92

Although Zhao Nanyu's father didn't like his son very much, he was surprisingly good to his two children.

Er Bao was cute. He was the favorite of the elders. He had a round, fleshy face that could pinch water. When people saw it, they couldn't help but pinch it.

After a few years, no one knew when Zhao Sanye figured things out and accepted his fate. He didn't dislike Zhao Nanyu as much as before. However, it's hard to say how much he liked his son.

Occasionally, Er Bao would be brought back to Zhao's house by Zhao Sanye to meet his elders and recognize his relatives, so that the child would recognize his grandmothers and grandfathers in the future.

Naturally, Song Luan was reluctant for them to take her child back, but she couldn't open her mouth. After all, it was not too much.

Er Bao stayed there for one night.

Zhao Nanyu was eager for his father to take Er Bao away. The child only knew how to eat and sleep. As a one-year-old, he was ignorant and had learned to play tricks. He would stick to his mother away all the time.

At night, he would make a lot of noise so he could sleep with his mother.

Little Zhao didn't see his brother when he came home from school. He asked, feeling it was a bit strange, "Mother, where's brother?"

Song Luan was still tossing the bonsai on the windowsill. She saw little Zhao and narrowed her eyes, "Your brother was held by your grandfather to play."

Song Luan added, "If you were at home, grandfather would take you together with Er Bao."

He sat on the chair silently. After a while, he said in a very low voice, "I don't want to go back. "

Song Luan asked, "Don't you like grandfather?"

He shook his head and replied, "No."

He just didn't like the younger brother and sister of the second aunt's family. It's too noisy. They were not as cute as Er Bao.

Song Luan touched his face. "If you don't want to go back, no one will force you. It's okay."

After little Zhao finished his homework, he was still absent-minded and couldn't help asking, "Mother, when will brother come back?"

"He'll be back tomorrow."

"Oh." The expression on his face seemed to be disappointed.

To make him happy, Song Luan hugged him and placed him on her lap. She kissed him on his face again and again. You only have your brother in your heart and not your mother?"

The child had not been held by her for a long time. His ears were pink and his face was a little hot, "No. I like both of you."

Song Luan liked to tease his serious son who had a red face. She said, "I thought that you didn't like mother anymore."

Little Zhao said he couldn't and simply pursed his tight mouth. His small head gently laid on her shoulder.

***

Without Er Bao, the night wouldn't be so lively.

Song Luan's hair was half dry. She sat on the bedside, lazily looking at the paintings in her hand to pass time.

After taking a bath, Zhao Nanyu came out from the inside. His skin was very white, his dark hair fell lazily on his back, his eyes were slightly lifted, and his cool noble spirit showed a trace of magnificence.

Song Luan retracted her eyes and continued to look at the paintings in her hand.

The man went to her side, lifted his hand, and took away the painting. He chuckled, "Er Bao is not here. The room is much quieter. "