Inside the bedroom:
Gu Cheng felt aggrieved.
Truly aggrieved...
His wife had actually taken care of that stinky little boy first, completely ignoring his own presence.
Even though... things had reached a point where they had to happen.
But seeing his wife's attitude, Gu Cheng knew she didn't plan to bother with him anymore.
Gu Cheng kissed Sang Yu's red lips fondly, his voice husky and irresistibly charming.
"Little Yuyu... don't go to him, he just had his milk."
And his little mouth was smacking, he ate quite a bit.
Hearing Gu Cheng say this, Sang Yu immediately spoke up, "But he has just eaten a little bit, and then you took him away, didn't you hear what the nanny said? He's smacking his lips, he must be hungry."
Gu Cheng: "..."
How could that be possible.
That stinky little boy's moans and groans are all pretense.
Hearing Sang Yu's words, Gu Cheng tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Little Yuyu... this isn't the first or second time, it's a routine!"
