Chapter 26

Zhan Hanjue and Luo Shihan looked at the "Zhan Shu" in shock at the same time.

The words of "Zhan Shu" sounded the alarm in the hearts of Zhan Hanjue and Luo Shihan at the same time.

Luo Shihan looked at Zhan Hanjue nervously, for fear that Zhan Hanjue would suspect something.

But Zhan Hanjue stared at the weak-hearted Luo Shihan suspiciously, and his thin and charming lips hooked a sneer: "Luo Shihan, should Zhan Shu guess correctly?" ”

Luo Shihan saw the flames rising from the eyes of the War Chill Jue, and his heart suddenly became uneasy.

Instead of letting him investigate all the truth, it is better for her to "confess honestly": "I also have a daughter, who is one year younger than Zhan Shu...... She had a cold and fever for the past two days, and I was late to take care of her. ”

Lord Zhan Han interrupted her rudely: "I don't want to know about your family's affairs. Since you can't take care of Zhan Shu wholeheartedly, you shouldn't have taken this job so easily in the first place. Now you pack your stuff and fuck me off right now! ”

Luo Shihan was there, looking at the "battle dream" reluctantly.

The Battle Chill Lord frowned.

This woman actually found another man to have a child immediately after leaving him, which is disgusting to think about.

Mommy is the best mommy in the world, Mommy works so hard every day, wakes up early and returns late, all for them. But Daddy doesn't know anything, only complains about Mommy, what can I do?

Han Bao had an idea, and suddenly he jumped on Luo Shihan's body, and his legs tightly wrapped around Luo Shihan's legs, hugging Mommy tightly like an octopus.

Tears rolled down his eyes.

Han Bao saw Mommy crying, and he felt very sorry for Mommy.

Was he hallucinating?

The little bun in his family who is so cold and a little unkind is that he is cute for Luo Shihan? And said so many things in one breath?

"I won't let Luo Shihan go." Daddy, I beg you. Although Luo Shihan was late, she was very good to me, and she knew a lot of things, she taught me to sing, taught me to play the piano, taught me to read poetry, and taught me to draw......

Zhan Han Jue looked at this scene, only to feel his temples jump suddenly.

"No, I don't come down. Unless you promise me first. Han Bao blinked at Zhan Han Jue with a pair of innocent eyes, bargaining with him.

Zhan Hanjue was amused by his cute appearance, and hooked his lips slightly: "I want her to stay." Yes, but you'll have to ask Daddy to test your learning over the past two days. ”

This surprise surprised the Lord of War.

"Zhan Shu, you come down." The Lord of War Chill beckoned to Han Bao.

Luo Shihan's gaze suddenly glanced upstairs......

She always felt that this "talkative" soft and cute bun was her family's Han Baocai.

Hanbao is a genius baby with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor. He is not afraid of his father's acceptance of his learning results.

He jumped off Mommy, not noticing the suspicious look in Luo Shihan's eyes.

"Recite poetry!" War Chill Lord.

I wonder if today's son with a sudden change in painting style will dislike literature and poetry as much as usual?

Han Bao stood in front of Zhan Han Jue, and the little adult seemed to raise his head to look at his father, and said proudly: "What do you want to test me?" ”

Zhan Hanjue remembered that the day before yesterday, his son praised Luo Shihan's reading of the poems for being beautiful, but when he asked him to read them to him, Zhan Shu was reluctant to recite them for a long time.

......

Zhan Hanjue frowned, and his dissatisfied eyes turned to Luo Shihan. She abandoned her children for five years, and now she wants to sing praises for herself when she comes back?

Who knows, Han Bao opened his mouth and recited a poem "Mo Xuan Tu" in praise of maternal love:

Brilliant daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng.

"Change the song." Zhan Han Jue said with a cold face.

Han Bao blurted out a poem "The Wanderer's Yin" without thinking:

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

......

It's still a poem that celebrates mother's love.