Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

After dinner, Wen Wan put the cut mangoes on the table, picked up a piece and handed it to Shen Moling who was farthest away.

"Eat it, it's very fresh." She said with a smile.

"..." He was stunned, staring at the piece of mango as if staring at a horrible bug, moved his head back, and refused unnaturally, "I, I don't eat mangoes, thank you."

Looking at him gently and suspiciously, even if you don't like food, you don't have to look like you've seen a ghost, right?As if what she had handed him was poison.

Youyou glanced sideways, grinned, stood up and walked towards the kitchen, and brought out a glass of orange juice after tinkering for a long time.

"Uncle doesn't like mangoes, so just drink orange juice." He was friendly to Shen Moling for the first time.

Wen Wan was dumbfounded, and nodded in satisfaction, thinking that her son was very sensible and obedient.

Shen Moling glanced at him suspiciously, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you so kind?"

"What? Don't you dare to drink?" Youyou looked at him with contempt.

"Nothing to dare." Shen Moling smirked, it was impossible for him to admit defeat.

"Youyou is your father, you shouldn't call him uncle." Wen Wan didn't like the title uncle.

"I'm not familiar with him, so why call him Dad." Youyou disagreed.

"Then you have to call me Dad, don't tell me you don't listen to what Mommy said?" Wen Wan stared at him angrily.

Youyou looked embarrassed, and looked at Shen Moling with disgust: "Hey, what good does it do for me to call you Dad?"

Wen Wan is ashamed, this profiteer's character is really caused by heredity, he is as virtuous as his father, and it will not be early without profit.

"There are countless benefits." Shen Moling smiled.

"Tell me something representative." The child's chubby little face was full of seriousness.

"Protect you, if someone bullies you two in the future, I'll go up and kill him!" Shen Moling stroked his hair, and it felt velvet to the touch. It was true that he had inherited his mother's genes, and his hair was equally silky.

Youyou thought about it seriously, and then asked: "You want to rob Mommy from me?"

"It's not robbing, it's protecting her with you." He promised.

"After that, Mommy will sleep with me!" Youyou immediately went straight to the point.

"...No." Shen Moling shook his head, "She slept with you? Don't you want a younger brother or sister?"

"Mummy sleeps with you, can I have little brothers and little sisters?" Youyou opened his eyes wide and looked at him innocently.

"Yes!" Shen Moling nodded heavily.

"Why?" the child wondered.

"...You have so many questions, should you call me Dad?" Shen Moling changed the subject impatiently.

"But I still want to sleep with Mommy." Youyou mumbled and looked back at Wen Wan.

"Call Dad!" she ordered.

"Oh." Little Roubao turned around, looked at Shen Moling very reluctantly, and said with difficulty: "Papa!"

"..." It sounded strange, but it was a good start. Shen Moling happily agreed, "Hey! Good boy!"

"I called you dad, will you drink my juice?" Youyou pushed the cup.

Shen Moling was happy, so he didn't bother to think too much, picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth in one gulp. After he swallowed it, he realized that it wasn't orange juice.

"What kind of juice is this? It tastes good." He grabbed the glass and asked.

Youyou completely lost the innocence just now, with a face full of mischief, and said with a sneer: "Mango juice."