77: Chapter 77: Mama, does Uncle Lin like you?
77 -77: Mama, does Uncle Lin like you?
After a while, she finally lowered her head and said, “Lin Brother, I really appreciate you.
These past years, if it hadn’t been for you, I don’t even know if I would’ve been alive in this world.”
Lin Yebai smiled, his eyes dark like ink jade behind the thin glasses, seemed like a gentle breeze over a river in March.
Just one glance warmed up everything around…
“What nonsense are you talking about?
You helped me before too.
Isn’t it only right that I help you now?”
Ye Ning looked downward…
She had indeed helped him before, yet, the help he was providing her now was surely many times greater than what she had offered him in the past, wasn’t it?
After Lin Yebai had left, Ye Ning also tidied up the house and took Ye Xiaobao, who had played in her room until he was disheveled with sleepiness, to wash up.
“Mommy, does Uncle Lin like you?” While washing the little guy’s hair, he suddenly asked such a question.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ning’s face turned red instantly: “What nonsense are you talking?
How could Uncle Lin like Mommy?”
Ye Xiaobao opened his innocent big eyes wide: “But I saw Uncle Lin always likes to stare at Mommy.
Look, just now at dinner, he was staring at your lips.
If he didn’t like Mommy, why would he stare at a woman’s lips?”
This was indeed a very embarrassing and heart-pounding question.
If a man didn’t care very much for a woman, how could he notice such details?
Ye Ning started to feel overwhelmed by her son’s shrewdness.
So, she crouched down there, thought for a moment, then carefully asked with a blushing face, “Does Xiaobao like Uncle Lin?”
Ye Xiaobao, with his head full of white bubbles, turned back to look at his mother: “Does Mommy like him?”
Ye Ning was choked up again!
Why did he always counter-ask whenever she posed a question?
Who was the mother here, and who was the son?
“If Mommy likes him, then Xiaobao likes him too.
But, I think Mommy probably doesn’t like Uncle Lin.”
“Because Mommy doesn’t blush.
When a woman likes a man, she blushes.
Look, that day, when you saw Uncle Bingkuai, how badly you blushed!”
What on earth was this little rascal learning all this messy stuff from?
And, who was Uncle Bingkuai?
Ye Ning’s brain got stuck for a moment, and it wasn’t until she had taken care of him and lifted his fragrant self out of the bathroom and tossed him onto the bed that she suddenly realized who he was talking about!!
This mischievous kid, had he gone crazy?
To think he actually believed she and that man…
Ye Ning couldn’t suppress her irritation any longer: “Ye Xiaobao, let me tell you, that was not blushing!!
That was from being angry!!”
Ye Xiaobao, finally feeling comfortable after his bath, had closed his eyelids with a flutter, and in his drowsy state, he heard his mother’s shrill voice.
His tender and cute little mouth smacked together: “Mommy, good night…”
What sort of son was she raising?
Ou Mucen was woken up very early the next day by a phone call from his mother Bai Tingfang…
“Baozi, did you secure the supply channels of their second house yet?”
As soon as the call connected, this address unexpectedly came through, causing the man who had just awakened from sleep to suddenly recall another little one with tiny arms and legs, and immediately he felt goosebumps all over.
“Mom, can you stop calling me that?
Bai Tingfang laughed from the other end, “Why?
You’re too old to be my son now?
Baozi sounds so nice; that’s the name I gave you when you were little.”