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Chapter 831

Words:659Update:22/06/26 05:40:25

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"Throw it away!"

Cough.

The corners of Jiang Tingxu's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Throw it away?

It would be strange if I believed you!

"If you carry him away, he'll cry when he wakes up."

The man stopped typing on the keyboard:

"He's almost four years old. It's time for him to sleep alone."

He said it in a dignified and righteous manner, but in fact, he was scheming in his heart.

Jiang Tingxu did not deny the man's words:

"If he wakes up in the middle of the night and cries, you go and coax him."

"Okay!"

The man replied softly and straightforwardly.

Jiang Tingxu did not say anything else. She found her phone and lay on the bed to read the news.

Mo Boyuan had accumulated a lot of work in the past few days. He could not finish it in a short while.

Half an hour later, Jiang Tingxu was a little sleepy. He put his phone on the bedside table:

"I'm going to sleep."

"Okay, I'll be busy for a while."

Anyway, Jiang Tingxu did not know when the man finished his work and climbed into bed that night.

When he opened his eyes again, he was woken up by the sound of the little brat crying next door.

He kicked the man beside him:

"Mo Boyuan, our son is crying."

The man woke up slowly. In fact, he had not slept in bed for long, so he was a little angry when he woke up:

"Let him cry. He won't cry when he's tired from crying!"

After saying that, he continued to close his eyes.

Jiang Tingxu's eyes widened. Wait, didn't this person agree before he went to bed?

Did he go back on his word so quickly?

He glared fiercely and sat up to get out of bed.

The d * mn man did not feel sorry for his son, but he felt sorry for the little brat.

However, just as Jiang Tingxu sat up, the man also sat up. With a sullen expression, he pinched the space between his eyebrows:

"I'll go. You continue to sleep."

With that, he got out of bed.

When the man walked out of the room, Jiang Tingxu took his phone and looked at the time. It was almost five o 'clock.

Next door.

Mo Boyuan opened the door and saw a little person sitting on the bed, crying uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying?"

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