Chapter 69 Children's Problems

It’s not that Xiao Yu doesn’t like to love his son, but people in the world who hate his own sons do not exist at all. But why does Xiao Yu don’t like to hold his son?

In his previous life, Xiao Yu had never been favored by his parents, so he knew very well how pitiful it was for a child without his parents to love. In this life, when dealing with his own children, he made a choice, and chose to love his daughter and deliberately ignore his son.

It’s not that Zhao Yu said that he was very hard-hearted, nor that he was prejudiced against his son. On the contrary, Xiao Yu loved his son much more than his daughter. It is precisely because of this that Xiao Yu did not want his son to grow up in a greenhouse. He needed to train his son’s mind and his temperament!

This is his eldest son and his legitimate son. Xiao Yu really hoped that he would take over his position in the future. But his position is not a child who grew up in a greenhouse and can sit firmly. Not to mention the distance. Xiao Yu knew very well what the two sons of Emperor Ling and Cao Pi's son would end up in the future.

So he chose to ignore and treat his son strictly. He wanted to train his son to be a qualified successor, who could be as bloodthirsty as a wolf on the outside and as benevolent as Confucius on the inside.

Looking down at his son who was excited in his arms, Xiao Yu said seriously: "Shuang'er, Dad is going out to fight. I don't know when he will come back. You must listen to your mother at home during this period. You must listen to the Master's teachings more. Do you understand? When Dad comes back, he will take the exam to teach you homework."

Xiao Shuang looked at his father's serious face and nodded in fear. He said, "Well! Father, I will listen to my mother's words and will work hard to read and follow the Master's teachings!"

"Well! This is Dad's good son. Come on, go play with your sister!"

The two children were pushed out of their father's arms reluctantly. Xiao Yu stepped forward a few steps to stop Zhao Yu's angry waist and smiled apologized: "Good Xiaoyu, Brother Yu is going out again. Don't worry, once the war is over, Brother Yu will come back immediately!"

Zhao Yu pouted his mouth and said sweetly: "Brother Yu, Xiaoyu is not angry that you want to go out. But why do you always treat Shuang'er so severely? He is still so young, you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's eyes were already rosy.

Seeing that Zhao Yushan was about to rain, Xiao Yu hurriedly hugged her tightly and explained softly: "Good Xiaoyu, you heard from Brother Yu that Shuang'er is Brother Yu's son. How could Brother Yu not love him? It is precisely because he is my son that I treat him like this and teach him. He must take over my position in the future. You said that if we always spoil him, we will not become a playboy in the future. How can we have a future?"

"This, Brother Yu, Xiaoyu also understands this truth, but Shuang'er is still young. Can't we discipline him well in the future?"

"Xiaoyu, this is not the case. A child's personality cultivation must be when he is young. Brother Yu must be more pampered than you when he should love him. Brother Yu will also be strict when he should discipline him. I am not at home during this period, so don't forget it!"

Seeing that Zhao Yu continued to say nothing, she actually understood Xiao Yu's painstaking efforts, so she stopped persuading her. She stretched out her pink arm and hooked Xiao Yu's neck again, leaned against Xiao Yu's neck, and exhaled like Lan: "Brother Yu, you must take good care of yourself when you go out this time. If you have no eyes on the battlefield, don't be hurt! Xiaoyu wants to see the intact brother Yu come back and hug Xiaoyu."

Xiao Yu hugged his wife in his arms and stroked his soft black hair. He said, "Okay, Brother Yu promised you that he will be very careful. Then come back intact and hold you. OK?"

"Yes!" After saying that, Zhao Yu pouted Fan Chun and sent it to Xiao Yu's mouth.

A stream of fragrant smell was swallowed, and Xiao Yu picked up his wife and moved it to the bed. Although it was morning, Xiao Yu didn't care about those things. He only knew that he should love his wife well at this time.

The lingering and excited moans made the two maids serving in the outer room blush and their heartbeat. Even if they covered their heads with their hands, the blood-burning panting moan could still penetrate their ears and penetrate into their minds, making it difficult for them to stand up and their bodies began to tremble.

The crisp chirping of the bird sounded again, which sounded very pleasant. Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and hugged the naked Zhao Yu in his arms. He felt the warm and soft jade, and his arms were filled with the scent of birds and flowers. He closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the rare and warm time of leisure and warmth.

Zhao Yu was still sleeping, leaning his head against his strong right shoulder, his face against his chest, and his scattered black hair made him feel itchy.

Xiao Yu's hand reached her back, gently embraced her, and stroked her smooth back.

Zhao Yu seemed to feel something in his dream, turned over lazily, hugged Xiao Yu tightly, turned his snow-white and smooth thighs over, and put them on Xiao Yu's body. The warm and soft skin rubbed against Xiao Yu's lower body, making him unable to help but become excited again.

Zhao Yu, who woke up, felt his change and reached out to touch him gently. Her cheeks couldn't help but flushed. She mischievously put her little mouth to Fengsha's ear and gently blew into it.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, don't do it anymore. It's already afternoon. Get up quickly, otherwise others will laugh at you again!" Xiao Yu couldn't help but tease him when he saw Zhao Yu wake up and start teasing him.

"Ah—! Brother Yu, it's already afternoon now? It's over, it's over. Now I'm going to be laughed to death by A Xiu and the others, it's all your fault~!" After saying that, Zhao Yu rubbed Xiao Yu's chest with dissatisfaction for a moment.

Xiao Yu smiled and stroked his chest that was itchy by Zhao Yu's hair. He stretched out his hands and grabbed Zhao Yu's soft and firm pair of white rabbits. He teased: "Xiaoyu, if you do this, Brother Yu will not let you get out of bed today..."

"Ah-Brother Yu, Xiaoyu doesn't dare to do it anymore. You can let me go. Otherwise, Axiu and the others will definitely laugh to death."

Seeing that his wife gave in, Xiao Yu let go of the softness that made him last forever, got up and picked up the clothes and slowly put them on. He picked up Zhao Yu's clothes from the hanger. "Dingling--" Just as he was about to give Zhao Yu's clothes to her, something fell from Zhao Yu's clothes to the ground. When Xiao Yu picked it up, his eyes suddenly became moist. After tidying up his emotions, Xiao Yu slowly put the thing in Zhao Yu's clothes, walked to the bed and sat down, and pulled up to look at Xiao Yu's charmingly.

"Brother Yu, why don't you speak?" Zhao Yu asked in confusion after Xiao Yu put on Zhao Yu's chest.

Looking at Zhao Yu's pair of lively and flashing eyes, Xiao Yu wiped the corners of his wet eyes and said, "Xiaoyu, I love you!"

"Well? Xiaoyu knows that Xiaoyu loves Brother Yu too!"

"Isn't that good? Is love indifferent? Come on, Brother Yu continues to put on underwear for my dear wife!" After Xiao Yu said that, he picked up the pink underwear on the bed and teased Zhao Yu.

"Mohhhhhh!" With a sound, Zhao Yu crawled in Xiao Yu's arms shyly. When Xiao Yu might as well twist it hard, he shouted: "Hmph! Do you dare to laugh at Xiao Yu?"

Xiao Yu covered the pain in his waist and coaxed: "It's Brother Yu's fault, I will never laugh at Xiaoyu again."

"Hmph!" Zhao Yu snorted with satisfaction and let go of Xiao Yu's waist between his fingers.

After a long period of hard work, the two of them put on their clothes and left the room.

In the garden, Axiu Xiao Liuli each held Xiao Yu's children and chatted about the world. Seeing Xiao Yu and Zhao Yu coming, Xiao Liuli hugged Xiao Changle in her arms and ran to Xiao Yu, saying, "Brother Yu, Xiao Changle is so cute. Look, she always smiles at me."

Xiao Yu's daughter kissed her hard on her pouting little mouth and said, "Xiao Changle, do you like Aunt Liuli?"

"Well! Daddy, I like Aunt Liuli very much."

"Just like it. In the future, if your father is not at home, will you, Aunt Liuli, play with you?"

"good!"

Xiao Yu smiled and patted his daughter's cute little head. He came to A Xiu, looked at his son who was enjoying in A Xiu's arms, and said dissatisfiedly: "A Xiu, put Shuang'er down. The little boy cannot stay in a woman's arms, let him stand by himself!"

"This..." A Xiu looked at Zhao Yu in embarrassment. Seeing Zhao Yu smile helplessly, he had to put Xiao Shuang, who was unwilling to do so on the ground.

Xiao Yu also put down Xiao Changle, reached out to his neck to take off the small purple bell that had been carrying around his neck, and brought it with him for his son who was still angry there.

Xiao Changle next to him is now unwilling. The one his father has always loved the most is himself, why don’t he give it to me? The more he thinks about it, the more angry he becomes. He stepped forward and grabbed the bell on his brother’s neck and looked at Xiao Yu pitifully, without saying a word.

Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Yu with a smile and looked at Zhao Yu who was standing on the side. Zhao Yu had no choice but to reach out to his arms and take out another purple bell, walk to Xiao Changle and put it on for her.

"Brother Yu, why did you give them this bell? This is what the master gave to us!" Although Zhao Yu loved his son and daughter very much, when she saw her husband give the bell given to her master to her children, she couldn't help asking with a hint of resentment.

Xiao Yu hugged his beloved wife's slender waist, tender and tender, "Xiaoyu, no, Brother Yu gave them the bell to prove to you that there is still my concern here, Brother Yu will definitely return safely. When I come back, wouldn't it be better to come back with them?"

"Okay! But Brother Yu, you must come back safely."

"Um!"
Chapter completed!