Song Qin quickly went to hold Ning Baobei and tried to persuade him: "My dear, if your mother can marry into a rich family, then you will be a young master of a rich family. You can not only live in a big house, but also have a lot of toys..."
"I'm not three years old. I don't need a big house or toys." Ning Baobei, like a loach, slipped out of Song Qin's arms.
He grabbed the seat in front of Ning Xi and pulled back. His face was soft and flattering. He spread his hands to her
"Xixi, sit here, the baby need a warm hug."
"Well, you are an indifferent boy. Don't forget that a few days ago when your mother was on a business trip, I accompanied you when it thundered! " Song Qin pretended to be angry.
Ning Xi bent down to hold the baby in her arms and rubbed the little guy's face.
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