Chapter 1711

Baiwu Manor House, City of Wei.

In the bathroom, Mrs. Cen was scraping her beard.

Tan Jingbo rushed in in a daze. "Dad..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Little Nannan was always in a dilemma. How could he forget that his parents had been in love for decades, and they were no worse than young people?

"Oh, oh..." Ying Jingbo was filled with envy and jealousy.

Qin Mo gives his son a stare.

"Humph, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Jingbo looked at Mrs. Cen and said, "Mom."

"Jing Bao, be good." Mrs. Cen held back her laughter and glared at her husband. "Don't scare the child."

Jue Mo rolled his eyes. "Are you scaring him? Is he still six years old? Qing Huan, you can't spoil him too much."

"Just spoil me. It's none of your business."

Mrs. Cen stuffed the knife into her husband's hand and washed it.

"Jing Bao, what's the matter?"

"It's my mother who dotes on me the most." Ying Jingbo hugged Mrs. Cen with great