Monica White washed the little guy's clothes. Just as she was about to get it on the balcony, she almost bumped into Stinson Wayne at the door.
Monica White responded in a timely manner, took a step back, and brushed past him. She smelled the faint smell of cigarettes and frowned.
"What are you going to do?" Seeing that she had a pot in her hand, he asked.
"air son's clothes!"
Stinson Wayne immediately said quietly, "Don't do it yourself in the future. Leave it to the maid to clean it."
"I'm used to it!" Monica White was too lazy to bother him and went straight to air the clothes.
Stinson Wayne realized that this woman was not easy to discipline.
"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?" The little guy rolled over on the bed, his childish voice asking.
When he heard that, he smiled deeply in his deep eyes. When he thought about that woman crying for another man, he felt extremely unhappy. So, he squatted down and said to his son: Daddy and Mummy slept together. Do you want to try it? "
"Really? Don't other people's father and Mummy sleep separately?" The little guy blinked his eyes. He had slept with Mummy because he hadn't had a father before.
"Of course, the child sleeps in the middle, while Daddy and Mummy sleep on both sides. Such a child is the happiest child!" Stinson Wayne was like a bad guy cheating on a naive child.
"Then I'm going to sleep like this too!"
"When your Mummy comes in, you can tell her." When he said this, Stinson saw the figure outside the door and immediately stopped talking. He stood up and blinked at her son.
The little guy immediately understood and gave him an ok sign.
The first sentence she said when Monica White came in was: "If you smoke in the future, don't talk so close to the son."
Stinson Wayne's handsome face stiffened. This woman actually knew that he was smoking.
"I don't usually smoke much!" Stinson Wayne explained.
Monica White said, "I'm just reminding you that second—hand smoke is bad for child!"
"You don't need remind me, I know!" Of course, it was impossible for Stinson Wayne to smoke in front of his son.
"Daddy, hurry up and take a shower. You'll need to sleep with us later," the little guy urged.
Monica White walked towards the bathroom and looked at her son, "Why did you sleep with us?"
The little guy immediately played his impromptu performance, and said with a small eyebrow, "Children on TV sleep with Daddy and Mummy?"
Monica White replied coldly, "We won't sleep together!"
"Why not? I want it, Mummy, what you promised me before, if we find Daddy, we'll sleep together." The little guy instantly rolled down his poor tears.
Stinson Wayne's expression flashed in shock. This woman really promised her son?
Monica White was also stunned for a moment. Her son's memory was really good. It was a year ago that she was a little helpless by her son, but now he turned it out and asked her to buy it.
"Mummy, are you lying to me? I'm so young. Isn't it easy to lie?" The little guy sobbed and looked like he was crying.
Stinson Wayne instantly had a very embarrassed expression. "How can you lie to a child? If you can't do it, don't promise him!"
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