Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 431 Two Sons, Playing Basketball

At this moment, Ning Yao was wearing a snow-white women's sportswear outfit, which made her skin appear even whiter and more translucent, like a piece of beautiful jade.

She possesses excellent figure, looks, and temperament; her face is pure and clean, her breasts are large, her waist is slender, and her legs are thin and straight, making her exquisitely beautiful.

Ning Yao's appearance instantly overshadowed the women around her, especially since she was accompanied by the popular actress Ning Duoduo. The two complemented each other perfectly, with neither stealing the spotlight from the other.

The woman turned her head and spoke to Ning Duoduo, both of them with faint smiles on their faces.

To outsiders, Ning Yao and Ning Duoduo walking arm in arm appeared to be a harmonious picture of beautiful sisters.

Ning Yao had just stepped out of the locker room when Guan Ying grabbed her arm and dragged her to the shooting area.

Wen Tingye followed behind, his cold, hawk-like eyes sweeping over the young boys who were practically glued to his wife.

Wen Tingye is tall and imposing. He has been decisive and efficient in the business world over the years and has also served on the battlefield. He exudes a natural authority that makes people feel very pressured.

The boys were instantly terrified by Wen Tingye's gaze, swallowed hard, turned their heads away, and dared not look at Ning Yao again.

He Yu bought a new whistle from the trampoline park staff and found a good vantage point where he could see the two young masters.

"Each player has five spare balls. The match lasts three minutes. The player with the most goals wins."

"Are you ready?" He Yu said loudly, raising one of his arms at the same time.

Ning Yao was led by Guan Ying to the shooting area. There were too many people watching on the court, so she couldn't see what was happening inside. She frowned slightly and asked Guan Ying in a low voice.

"Why did you bring me here? There are so many people."

As Ning Yao spoke, she looked up at the crowd around her. She didn't know when such a large group of people had gathered here, all craning their necks and staring at the center.

"Young Master Ai Xiu and Young Master Ning Chen are playing basketball. I wanted to watch, but you went to the locker room..."

"I don't know if I missed it or not."

As Guan Ying spoke, she quickened her pace, and her last sentence carried a hint of resentment towards Ning Yao.

Ning Yao naturally understood Guan Ying's tone and couldn't help but chuckle.

Ai Xiu and A Chen playing basketball? Are they even comparable? They're thirteen years apart in age alone.

Thinking about the generational relationship between her two sons, Ning Yao suddenly realized she didn't know who was the one bullying the younger one.

There were too many onlookers in front, and they were all standing on soft cushions, making them a bit taller.

Even though Ning Yao wasn't short compared to most people, she still couldn't see the competition scene clearly and could only get a rough idea of ​​what was happening.

Just as Ning Yao was tiptoeing closer, her body suddenly felt light, which startled her so much that she let out a soft cry and quickly covered her mouth.

A pair of warm, large hands were now placed on either side of her slender waist, and with a little effort, they lifted her up.

Wen Tingye didn't mind lifting Ning Yao up and placing her on his shoulders, supporting her thighs with both hands to prevent her from losing her balance and falling.

Ning Yao's vision suddenly became clear, and she could see her two sons on the field clearly.

However, at her age, being lifted up and sat on someone's shoulders made her feel a little embarrassed.

Ning Yao's ears turned a bright red. Her fair skin was hard to hide when she was shy, and it was obvious to everyone.

People noticed the scene, especially the onlookers on the other side.

They saw a woman suddenly leap into the air from the crowd opposite them, clearly lifted up by her boyfriend and placed on his shoulders.

The girls all cast envious glances, then looked at their boyfriends beside them and angrily slapped one of them.

Men don't understand what they did wrong. They only realize what it is when they follow their girlfriends' gaze.

But they didn't want to do something so pretentious.

After all, his girlfriend is a grown woman, yet she sits casually on his shoulders, making him an easy target for ridicule.

If word gets out that their girlfriends are riding on their heads, their friends will laugh at them for three to five months.

So most men pretend not to know what their girlfriends are thinking and continue looking straight ahead.

Some even dragged their girlfriends away to other amusement park areas to avoid their girlfriends making a fuss and insisting on sitting on their shoulders.

Wen Baoying looked up at her parents, and even though her father was holding her mother, she wasn't unhappy at all. Instead, she pouted and smiled with childlike innocence and contentment.

With such a loving relationship between Daddy and Mommy, their family is finally complete!

Seeing Wen Baoying standing pitifully on tiptoe to the side, Ning Moran stepped forward, chuckled, bent down, and picked Wen Baoying up in one go.

"Thank you, brother." Wen Baoying's vision had also improved considerably, and she could now see her brother and Ning Chen on the field.

When Wen Baoying called Ning Moran "brother," he shyly uttered two words: "You're welcome."

Time passed second by second, and beads of sweat appeared on Wen Aixiu's forehead, crystal clear, some of which trickled down his chin.

Ning Chen did the same; he deliberately slowed down his shooting motion to avoid surpassing Wen Aixiu by too much and making him lose face.

Ning Yao sat atop Wen Tingye's shoulders, standing out from the crowd, her mind no longer on the competition field.

Noticing that many people were staring at her, some with smiles and others with disdain, Ning Yao's cheeks grew hotter and hotter as their gazes swept over her.

Slowly lowering her body, Ning Yao leaned close to Wen Tingye's ear, her voice trembling slightly, extremely embarrassed.

"Put me down! Lots of people are staring at us... How can someone so big sit on someone's shoulders? It's so embarrassing!"

Ning Yao felt her heart pounding so hard that it made her feel hot all over.

A wicked smile played on Wen Tingye's lips. Upon hearing this, he not only didn't let Ning Yao go, but his burning hot hand gripped her even tighter.

Realizing that Wen Tingye was doing it on purpose, Ning Yao was furious but helpless.

In the end, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit on Wen Tingye's shoulder, her slender white fingers silently tugging at Wen Tingye's short black hair to vent her frustration.

After a while, a clear whistle rang out, and He Yu raised his hand and shouted, "Time's up, the match is over!"

Wen Aixiu and Ning Chen stopped fighting almost simultaneously and glanced at each other.

There was an electronic screen above the basket, and both players' counters showed 185, resulting in a tie.

Wen Aixiu walked off the field, somewhat annoyed and unhappy.

He wanted to beat Ning Chen, but he didn't expect that the two would only end in a draw. For Wen Aixiu, a draw was no different from losing.

Ning Yao jumped off Wen Tingye's shoulder, took a few steps forward, grabbed her son's hand, brought him to her side, took out a tissue, bent down and gently wiped the sweat from Wen Aixiu's face, while also offering words of encouragement.

"Although you didn't win, it was a draw, which is already quite remarkable."

After wiping Wen Aixiu's sweat, Ning Yao went to Ning Chen's side and wiped his sweat as well.

Compared to Wen Aixiu's short stature, Ning Chen was much taller. Ning Yao had to stand on tiptoe to reach him to wipe his sweat.

Seeing this, Ning Chen considerately bent down slightly and squatted down, trying to lower his body as much as possible.