Chapter 220 Do You Want Me to Give You a Grandson First?

"Puff..." Yan Qingsi couldn't help laughing, she quickly put down the spoon, fearing that she would choke.

Yue Tingfeng raised his chin provocatively towards Yan Qingsi, with a proud and arrogant face, as if to say: What do you think, I am so domineering, I always keep my word.

Madam Yue was stunned: "What did you say? Your brain is not broken, is it?"

Yue Tingfeng's face was dark: "Broken, how can it not be broken, it was burned." The fire of lust attacked his head.

Yan Qingsi said to Madam Yue: "Aunt, your son's brain is fine, it's his kidneys that are the problem. You can buy him some aphrodisiacs later."

Yue Tingfeng's face suddenly became so gloomy that water could drip out: "Yan Qingsi, you should know that I will remember what you said today."

Yan Qingsi took a sip of porridge: "Tsk, you can't stop me from telling the truth. I came to this conclusion based on your performance and facts."

Madam Yue shouted angrily: "You are talking nonsense, my son is fine."

After that, she quickly asked Yue Tingfeng: "Right, son."

It was obvious that she was unsure and was already beating fast. Her eyes were full of anxiety, and her tone showed her weakness in her heart.

Yue Tingfeng felt that he was going to be driven crazy by these two women. He just wanted to say: Mom, can you stop talking? I don't ask for your help, don't hold your son back from running towards his great goal?

Yue Tingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Of course not. Can you believe her lies?"

Yan Qingsi held up her chin: "How can this be a lie? Was my last miscarriage fake? Young man, don't be afraid to see a doctor. If you don't see a doctor now, it will be more difficult in the future. After all, you don't have a successor now."

Mrs. Yue was anxious. That's right, there is no child yet.

She looked worried and embarrassed: "Son, do you want to... go to..." (hospital)

Yue Tingfeng interrupted Mrs. Yue: "Mom, I beg you, just go shopping, do beauty treatments, play cards with friends, and have afternoon tea every day. Don't worry about other things. If your IQ can't keep up, don't worry about it."

Yue Tingfeng really feels so tired now, so tired.

His mother, his own mother, was so easily fooled by Yan Qingsi again and again.

She believed that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage, and that he was a quick shooter, and she actually believed it. How many times has she been deceived by others?

Madam Yue snorted and said, "Whose IQ can't keep up? I can't keep up with you. Where did you get such a good brain? I'm your mother. I care about you."

Yue Tingfeng sighed, feeling tired. He said, "Mom, if there is really a problem, how can she get pregnant?"

Yan Qingsi raised her hand: "That's because I'm in good health and easy to conceive."

She turned her head and wanted to tease Madam Yue and said, "Aunt, do you want me to give birth to a little grandson for your family first, so that your son will not really... you know."

Madam Yue gritted her teeth and moved her mouth a few times, as if she was thinking about what to say.

Yue Tingfeng held his forehead. Oh my god, he actually considered it.

This unreliable words are obviously lies, his mother... his mother...

Yue Tingfeng slapped the table, scaring Yan Qingsi and Madam Yue.

He said, "Stop it, if anyone dares to mention this again, don't blame me for getting angry with you."

"Mom, it's 12 o'clock in the morning. If you don't go to sleep, do you want to have a face tomorrow?"

Mrs. Yue quickly touched her face, "Yes..." But she also wants a grandson.

Yue Tingfeng pointed upstairs: "Go back to sleep, go back immediately."