The days of Kuai Chuan's counterattack with a male god

Chapter 475 President Daddy (43)

During the meal, the little guy sat next to Wushuang, and it was like this almost throughout the whole process——

"Mommy, my baby is here to feed you." The little guy took a shrimp, opened the shell, and fed Wushuang himself.

Just as Qin Shen wanted to say something warm and romantic, he stood up and forked a piece of beef to Wushuang's mouth: "Mommy, the beef is delicious too."

Qin Shen: ...

Why is there a kind of son who is a stumbling block to my love?

I really want to knead it into a ball and throw it out.

Seeing Qin Shen's appearance, Wushuang couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Don't go back tonight, go take wedding photos tomorrow morning." Qin Shen resisted the urge to throw the little guy out and said.

Wushuang nodded: "Okay, I will sleep with my son."

Qin Shen: ...Why do you want to sleep with your son?

"I want to sleep with Mommy too, only the two of us." The little guy said sweetly.

A mouthful of old blood choked Qin Shen's throat.

So the next day, Qin Shen sat on the sofa waiting for the mother and son with a gloomy face. Seeing them coming down from the second floor, he picked up the car keys and said, "Let's send our son to Yan's house first."

As soon as he heard that he was going to Yan's house, the little guy immediately became unhappy: "I don't want to go to Yan's house."

Wushuang also didn't understand: "Why send him to Yan's house?" The whole family didn't want to see them.

Qin Shen: "Taking wedding photos, I don't have time to take care of him."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me. I also want to take wedding photos." The little guy vowed.

Qin Shen's face became more and more gloomy: "Who are you shooting with?"

"I want to take a picture with Mommy."

Qin Shen: ...

Peerless: ...

"Do you know what it means to take wedding photos?" Qin Shen felt that it was necessary for him to popularize the meaning of wedding photos with his son.

"I know, it's just to take a photo with my favorite person as a souvenir. Anyway, I want to take a photo with Mommy. Mommy is my favorite person."

Seeing Wushuangxiang now, they really rarely see each other alone, and now they even have to be a light bulb for wedding photos.

Seeing that Qin Shen's expression was very bad, Wushuang tugged at him and said, "Oh, let's just be together. Then spare me to take a picture with my son. I really want to take a picture with him."

Such a cute child, I don't want to miss a minute.

The son is wearing a white suit and looks good. He doesn't take pictures. I'm so sorry for his appearance.

therefore--

After the whole process is taken, almost every photo has... Yan... Qin...

Just a decent light bulb.

Even if Yan Qin was included in the wedding photos, in short, he and Wushuang not only had to take pictures alone, but also the three of them together.

Qin Shen was simply hopeless.

This love story is so sad.

How could he be so careless at the beginning and leave a seed behind.

And Wushuang, on the other hand, still likes to take pictures with this little guy, it's like brown sugar, and he can't drive him away.

After taking pictures one day, Wushuang and the little guy were overjoyed, but Qin Shen looked gloomy.

In the future, when I hang wedding photos at home, there will still be a light bulb inside. I feel annoyed when I think about it, no, I have to find a professional artist to cut it out.

As soon as he said he would do it, Qin Shen immediately found someone to do it.

And the little guy who didn't know that he was going to be picked off was still happily pestering Wushuang about which photo to put when discussing marriage.

Qin Shen didn't speak, nor did he participate.

Just let this little guy be happy for a few days.

Anyway, after getting married, Wushuang could sleep with him every day, and throw the brat into the children's room that had been prepared for him.

Thinking of this, Qin Shen's mood improved.

But he didn't know that in the days to come, there would be a big bed with his son in the middle occupying most of the space.

(End of this chapter)