บท 817: Why Are You Pulling My Hair

When she heard him tell the time, Jiang Tingxu felt her scalp go numb:

"Wait."

"I don't want to wait anymore."

His hand had already started to touch everywhere.

Jiang Tingxu tried to stop him:

"Don't do anything rash. Our son is still here."

Indeed, the little boy was staring at the two of them with his big eyes. He was very curious. Were Dad and mom playing some kind of fun game?

Mo Boyuan, who was almost on fire, finally regained some of his rationality. His hand also stopped moving. He was so annoyed that he swore:

"F*ck!"

He finally let go of her waist.

Jiang Tingxu was also feeling quite guilty. She smiled foolishly at his son:

"Baby, Mom will be done soon."

The little boy waved his hand:

"Mom, don't worry. Just take it slow." He was very gentlemanly.

Mo Boyuan felt that he could really start thinking about sending the brat out of the country.

It was too annoying with him here!