In the ears of the youngest son's magic sound, Ye Zao was weak: "Sure enough, this cat is different from a dog."

"Baby and baby are different."

At this time, I don’t care about the cat anymore.

Hurry up and coax your son, crying so hard that he is not good at his throat!

My mother can’t catch the peanuts anymore. Be good!

Finally, when the Ninth Prince stopped crying, she was already holding a cloth tiger and laughing with her mouth.

Peanuts had already drunk water and licked their hair in the corner.

Ye Zao looked at his heartless young son who seemed to have never cried before, and then looked at the cat licking his hair without any image with his hind legs.

He lay on the couch: "I will never give birth! I will never give birth no matter what I say!"

One is harder than the other! Just now, he threw Hongxin out of his hand and the eighth prince was still making trouble.

The Ninth Prince is dead now!

The most annoying thing is that I’m not good at raising a cat! I’ve lived this day!

In the evening, the Fourth Master said one thing, why don’t you send it away first. Then Ye Zao covered her chest and pretended to be sad: "You don’t want your daughter, either!"
Chapter completed!