Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss 16

As soon as TAE spoke, the only two man in the ward, one small and the other big, looked at his face at the same time.

Kim Taehyung

*He immediately squeezed a sentence out* Well, I... I'm happy right now. I don't want to be set free.

Not only did Jeon Jungkook, who was squatting on the ground speaking gently to his son, looked back at him coldly, but even the heartbroken little bun sitting on the cot, who had been sobbing in low voice, looked at him with some sock.

The men in the family looked at him as if he said something out of this world.

Kim Taehyung

(Good this is a good start for him.)

Kim Taehyung

Well, I mean... *TAE ransacked his brain for sentence he had read from the novel. * I don't want a divorce.

Jeon jungkook

*Jeon Jungkook stood up, frowned, and waved him off dismissively. * I can give you your living expenses all at once.

Jeon jungkook

*He continued. * You said 5 million in this text message... I can give it you this minute.

Kim Taehyung

*Kim Taehyung's mouth gaped open. * (Am I following the plot of the book?)

In the original plot, he had swallowed sleeping pills, swindled 5 million from the male lead, and was finally kicked out of the family.

Kim Taehyung

(Currently, he had avoided taking sleeping pills, but still can't avoid the ugly plot development)

Kim Taehyung

(No, he won't accept)

Kim Taehyung

(He cannot follow the original owner's past, miserable road, he still has a lot of dreams from back when he was a snake to fulfill moreover, he has a lovely child now.)

Kim Taehyung

(Regardless of everything, he wants this cub.)

Kim Taehyung

I don't want the money. * TAE shook his head quickly. *

Jeon jungkook

*Jeon Jungkook immediately glared at him* How much do you want? * He directly thought that he was unsatisfied with current amount of money. *

TAE looked at the little bun on the cot who had apparently grown nervous by the time. He clung to the small tablet within his hand in a vice grip.

His round, watery eyes seemed to looked at the ground, but from time to time he secretly glanced at him while he was not looking at him. Afterward, he pretended to watch his Dad, taking his little eyes off him.

From the moment he had spoke, the little bun had peeked at him at least a dozen times.

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