Chapter 783 What if My Son Is a Showman?

His little princess just disappeared?

Does it matter if it's gone?

Is the son still a playwright?

Mu Beiting sat on the side of the big bed with a gloomy expression, took out his mobile phone and logged into the post bar and asked: What if my son is a comedian?

Not long after, there was a reply below.

[If you have a son, if you have a son, then you have a son! ! ! Smile. 】

[Cold salad, after all, the son belongs to you, of course, if it belongs to the old Wang next door, I didn't say anything. 】

[Probably due to genetic factors, accept your fate and spread your hands. 】

[Just be better at acting than him. If you hone your acting skills, you will be the next actor. 】

[Pretend to be sick, I will try everything to pretend to be sick. 】

[Take the opportunity to beat him up and let him know that this woman is yours. 】

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Seeing these incoherent replies, Mu Beiting threw away his phone angrily.

That night, the bedside lamp in the bedroom was on.

Su Xiangwan held a talking storybook in his hand, and told him stories in a gentle voice.

The little guy was exceptionally well-behaved, motionless, his dark eyes were like grapes, black and bright, every time Su Xiangwan looked at him, he would purse his mouth and bend his eyes.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but kissed his little cheek.

This was what Mu Beiting saw when he opened the door and came in.

Su Xiangwan glanced at him and ignored him.

After a while, Mu Beiting climbed onto the bed, next to Su Xiangwan.

His big hands landed on her slender waist, and he kept rubbing his head against her body, and said in a muffled voice, "Wanwan..."

Su Xiangwan rubbed his head and hissed lightly: "I'm telling him a story."

Not long after, the little guy fell asleep.

Su Xiangwan gently closed the fairy tale book and put it aside, then his eyes fell on Mu Beiting's face.

Mu Beiting hesitated for a moment, stared at her solemnly and said, "I seem to have a cold."

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, then reached out to touch his forehead: "It doesn't seem to be hot, it shouldn't have a fever, what's wrong with you?"

Su Xiangwan spoke eagerly.

Seeing the anxiety in her eyes, Mu Beiting's mood improved a little.

After a few seconds of silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sore throat, headache."

Su Xiangwan frowned and tried to push him away: "Get out quickly."

Mu Beiting was stunned for a moment, but didn't react for a long time.

But as he said that, Su Xiangwan had already got up from the bed, stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, and dragged him off the bed.

Mu Beiting frowned and pursed his lips tightly.

Immediately afterwards, she heard her say: "Niannian is still young and has weak resistance. You must not infect him. Stay away from me and him until you recover."

The corners of Mu Beiting's eyes twitched, and his heart, which was still a little bit happy, sank a little bit.

He sat by the bed, looking at her with gloomy eyes, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

Su Xiangwan was not afraid of him at all: "Hurry up, you are carrying germs on your body now."

Mu Beiting was so angry that smoke rose from his seven orifices, and he raised his hand to pull her onto his lap.

Su Xiangwan accidentally fell on the seat, only to feel that his legs were strong and strong.

Facing his deep black eyes, I can only feel that there is a hint of anger in his eyes, and there is also a little grievance hidden.

She froze for a moment, then said in a gentle voice, "What... what's wrong?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said in a deep voice, "Wanwan..."

"Huh?" Su Xiangwan stroked his soft hair lightly, and rubbed it into a mess mischievously.

"Is it important for me or every year?" Mu Beiting said in a muffled voice.

Su Xiangwan thought about it seriously: "Every year...every year is important."

Mu Beiting's whole body froze, and the big hand that was confining her became more and more forceful, confining her waist like an iron bucket: "Say it again."

There was a hint of dark red in the color of his eyes, and there was a threat in the flickering eyes.