The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

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In the magnificent foam—

"Beichen Yuqing, you are an uncle here again!" Xiao Chuchu picked up a pillow and threw it on him.

Beichen Yuqing turned her body sideways, and avoided it miraculously.

Xiao Chuchu gave him a cold look, and picked up the crying baby beside him, "I agreed that I will be in charge of giving birth, and you will be in charge of taking care of it. Now I'm throwing my hands away and being an uncle. This is not your baby!"

Beichen Yuqing raised her eyes to look at her, her thin lips moved, "Didn't you hear a word, it's good for father to keep the child alive."

"..." To be able to say this, he must have surfed the Internet a lot.

When did this person learn to surf the Internet.

Xiao Chuchu glared at him again, picked up the milk bottle on the table and handed it to him, "Go, make milk, the temperature is moderate, not too hot, let alone cold water!"

"Don't be too hot, and don't wash it with cold water."

Two voices overlapped, one was from Xiao Chuchu, and the other was naturally from Beichen Yuqing.

When Xiao Chuchu heard him talking with her, she stared at him expressionlessly.

Beichen Yuqing raised her eyebrows, "You say it every day, so I naturally want to say it with you."

"I said it every day, but I didn't see you. Remember, you used cold water yesterday, but the day before yesterday was boiling hot water."

Beichen Yuqing touched her nose in embarrassment, picked up the bottle to make milk without saying a word, Xiao Chuchu followed behind him.

"Honestly, don't you like him?"

Beichen Yuqing was silent for two seconds, "I like my daughter."

"you!"

"This brat was born against me." Sticking to Xiao Chuchu every day, he blatantly robbed him of a woman, and he squinted at her with resentful eyes, "Give me another one, I want a daughter."

"No, I won't give birth to you. This is the fate of you who dislike your son."

"You have no right to refuse."

As soon as the words were finished, she was picked up by him and walked towards the bedroom. The child in his arms suddenly disappeared.

In the chaos, another child suddenly appeared in front of him, a girl in a princess dress who looked like a porcelain doll.

With brisk steps, she rushed towards Xiao Chuchu, wrapped her arms around her waist, and called out sweetly, "Mommy."

Xiao Chuchu held her mouth tenderly, and lowered her head to look at her daughter who was holding her.

However, when she saw the tear mole at the corner of her daughter's eye, she was shocked.

Followed by Beichen Yuqing's disgusted eyes.

And harsh words.

"Xiao Chuchu, do you think I must be you?"

"I never want to see a woman like you again!"

"I'm really blind to see you."

Xiao Chuchu burst into tears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Bubbles disappear one by one—

Xiao Chuchu opened her tear-soaked eyes, and the tears already contained in her eyes flowed out with the opened eyelids.

She was confused for two seconds before raising her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

Wiping tears every time she wakes up seems to be something she must do every day.

Including dreaming about him is also something that must be done every day.

It's just that every time I have a dream, I will instantly forget the content of the dream after waking up. I only remember that it was him in the dream, and then there is only sadness and heartache left.

Xiao Chuchu curled up, closed her eyes, and the dream just now seemed to come into her mind again.

She kept thinking greedily, thinking about his eyebrows, thin lips, and the outline of his face...

Suddenly, a hand across her waist across the quilt.

The next second, a broad chest.

sticking to her back...

It made her stiffen her spine.

Xiao Chuchu opened her eyes, and took away the hand on her waist.