The Young Master's Bride

The father and son sat side by side, and Li beixiao held Tang Tang in his arms. It was a very heartwarming scene.

“Your Godfather is also coming?”

Li beixiao frowned. He really didn’t want to see his big brother now.

“They’ll probably be here soon!”

Li Mumu sympathized with her father very much, and it was not that she did not do her best to help her father.

He really didn’t want to be his Godfather’s enemy. The consequences would be unimaginable.

Li beixiao’s face darkened even more. He was depressed.

“Dad, if my brother Feng has already reconciled with you, why haven’t you reconciled with my second brother Feng?”

Li Mumu peeled open an orange and tasted it. It was too sour, so she threw it directly into the trash can.

His sister wouldn’t eat anything too sour. He had to be strict with the quality.

“What do you want to say?”

Li beixiao looked at his son.

I just think that my brother Feng has been living a very happy life recently. If they can make up as brothers, it’ll be perfect!

Mumu and Feng Yan’s relationship was also very deep. After all, Feng Yan had taken care of her since she was young.

“This matter needs time. No one can help!”

In that fire, both their mothers had died, and their fathers had also passed away. It was no longer important who was right or wrong.

So many years had passed, and what should have been forgotten had been forgotten, while what should have been clear was still fresh in their minds. In the end, it all depended on one’s thoughts.

don’t say that no one can help. I just feel that my mother was born to be a cohemist. There’s no one she can’t get together with!

It was fine if his son did not say it. Once he did, li beixiao was depressed again.

Ever since this woman came back, she had been carrying her daughter, spending some time with candy, then spending time with her son, and then telling flame and the little-muzzled baby about her acting with Feng Yan, completely forgetting that she had a man ...

“You play with your sister, I’m not feeling well!”

Li beixiao kissed Tang Tang’s forehead, got up, and went upstairs.

Li Mumu looked at her own father’s back and smiled slyly.

“Our dad is being pretentious again. Do you think we should tell our mom that he’s not feeling well?”

Li Mumu asked Tang Tang in a low voice.

Tang Tang’s big black eyes flickered as she thought about it seriously.

She knew that her father was pretending to be unwell and had even deliberately told them that he was unwell. Did this mean that they should tell their mother?

Tang Tang nodded, meaning that she should tell him!

After all, he was her biological father. If she really made him uncomfortable, she would be in trouble.

Ye qingge walked over when she saw Mumu and Tang Tang watching cartoons.

“Where’s your father?” Li beixiao had been looking after the child, but he was gone.

“My dad is not feeling well. He should be sleeping now!”

Li Mumu said without raising her head.

Tang Tang’s big eyes suddenly flashed and she pointed in the direction of the stairs, indicating for ye qingge to take a look.

Ye qingge frowned. She was fine just now.

Mumu, you and your sister have fun. I’ll go and see your father!

The two children nodded in unison. Their movements were neat and standard, and they looked adorable.

Ye qingge returned to her room and found that the curtains were drawn and the bedroom was dark.

Ye qingge didn’t dare to turn on the light. She walked to the bed with the light coming in through the curtains.

She saw li beixiao sleeping on his side.

Her small, fair hand touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, and he didn’t have a fever. So where did he feel uncomfortable?

Ye qingge turned on the bedside lamp and looked at li beixiao’s slightly frowning eyebrows.

Ye qingge gently rubbed li beixiao’s eyebrows with her fingers.

“Bei Zhi, do you have a headache?”

Ye qingge called him in a low voice, not knowing where he was feeling uncomfortable.