Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss

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After a long time, he happily rolled onto the carpet and pulled out the tablet computer on the small coffee table.

He opened the search bar with a small face expectantly, clicked a few times with his little finger, and adjusted to voice input.

"Yu Yaoyao."

He couldn't write, and he didn't learn all the pinyin, but fortunately he knew how to pronounce his mother's name.

Although Yu Yaoyao has eighteen lines, she still has a phrase in the Pinyin input method.

Little Bun effortlessly found the latest online news about his mother.

He held the tablet, rested his little head on the big limp snake, and dragged the web page with his little finger.

There are many words that he does not recognize.

But some common words he knew.

For example, the live broadcast that has been popular for a while, for example, the voting for Mummy's competition now...

When Xiao Baozi saw the first message, he found the network link of Yu Yaoyao's live broadcast platform and clicked in smartly.

But after a while, he watched the video, and his happy face turned from sunny to cloudy, and from light rain to heavy rain.

Mother Xu was still preparing dinner when she heard a burst of crying from a child in the living room and a panicked comfort from the nanny.

"Little master, my wife is working and I'm not hungry. Be good, let's watch cartoons and wait for my wife to come back."

Mother Xu quickly wiped her hands, and as soon as she walked out, she saw a little bun with tears all over her face, holding a doll, stepping on the ground with bare feet, and anxiously turning around.

"Mommy... woo... Mom..."

The little guy usually talks a lot, but when he burst into tears, his vocabulary plummeted.

He couldn't express what he was crying, just sobbing and calling for his mother.

The nanny's face turned pale, "Sister Xu, I went out and sorted out the toys. When he turned around, he started crying like this. Everything was fine."

After a while, the little bun, who was crying so much that he was about to twitch, startled the housekeeper.

Shen Yichong, who had a meeting in the company, quickly received a call.

"Cry to the mother in the video?"

He frowned.

"I will be right back."

Shen Yichong rushed home and saw the low-lying little bun holding the tablet and the doll, and a little man huddled helplessly on the sofa in the living room.

The nanny and Xu's mother are trying to coax him.

The coffee table in front of him and the sofa next to him were also full of airplanes and car toys, but the little guy didn't even look at it.

"What's the matter, Shen Rui? Missing mom again?"

Shen Yichong took off his suit, untied his tie, and walked towards his son.

However, the little bun, who had stopped crying, but his black eyes were red, did not see his father's joy at all on his little face.

Like a wounded little beast, he glanced at Shen Yichong vigilantly and angrily.

He pursed his lips, not even calling his father.

Shen Yichong frowned, "Didn't your mother just tell you this morning that she has to get off work at five o'clock and be home at about seven o'clock."

He also knew very well about his wife's itinerary.

Baozi lowered his head, but remained silent.

Shen Yichong glanced at his watch, "It's four o'clock now, and there are still three hours. You can watch two episodes of cartoons or an online class, and she'll be back after eating and taking a shower."

The corner of Baozi's mouth moved, and he raised his head, but the unhappiness and petty anger in his eyes became heavier.

"Don't be angry." Shen Yichong frowned, "You are five years old, and your mother can't be at home with you all the time. You won't be able to go home at three o'clock when you go to elementary school in the future. You have to learn to adapt."

When Baozi heard this, he snorted softly from his nose.

"Shen Rui," Shen Yichong's face sank, "Is this your attitude towards your father?"

The little bun's hand tightly grasped the big white in his arms, pouting the corner of his mouth, and the whole bun's face bulged.

He angrily shoved the tablet in his hand in front of his father!

Shen Yichong glanced down and saw several Weibo video titles opened by his son.

#Yu Yaoyao's life after marriage is tragic#

#You can't imagine the poor rich lady#

One point in, it's the divine edit that has been made by people in her live broadcast today.

Yu Yaoyao's helpless and desperate voice soon came out.

"I can only eat one fresh piece of meat every week, ... I'm so hungry at night that I can't sleep ..."

"Well, I will always remember the day I ate three flavors of potato chips today, the happiest day in so many years..."

"Big brother, thank you, thank you for the egg drop soup... If it is convenient for you, I will shoot tomorrow. Do you want the soup at noon? Can you, can you also give it to me..."

Throughout the video, her glamorous face is full of pitiful longing, and she can't see the slightest bit of pretentiousness. It looks like she has been abused for many years.

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