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Lu Xiaowu, the domineering little tyrant flower, was actually scared to tears!
Lu Xiaogun looked at the little boy who was taller than him and looked like a real mother and son with Ye Qiao. He felt sour in his heart. How could smelly Ye Qiao have a son!
He was her only son!
"Mommy..." Mumu stepped forward and tried to hug Ye Qiao's big body. Lu Xiaowu stretched out a hand and kept swinging it in the air. "Don't touch my Mommy! She can only be the Mommy of me and Lu Xiaogun! Boohoo..."
Lu Xiaogun, who had always been cold and arrogant, also stepped forward and hugged Ye Qiao's big leg. She did not want Mumu to take her mother away!
Seeing her two babies hugging and occupying her like this, Ye Qiao was so touched that she almost burst out laughing!
She was both moved and amused.