Nangong Ming was a little crazy. He could not have expected Fanfan's injury. He was not feeling sorry for him, but he rushed back as soon as possible. But not only did the Phantom Monster, but Nangong Motian also didn't give him a good face.

They didn't say anything in front of Fanfan, but they often joined forces to ignore him.

The phantom was even more serious. She never confronted him in front of Fanfan, but when she was not in the room or when Fanfan was asleep, she turned cold and didn't even want to look at him. Nangong Motian didn't even want to say a word to him.

Nangong Ming’s low curse, he has never been disliked like this before when he grows up so old!

I am disliked wherever I go.

But there are people who are completely opposite to his treatment.

At this time, the man was sitting next to the room and having fun with his son. Nangong Ming never knew that a person with a personality like Qinglong was so good at telling jokes. Not only did he make his son stunned, but even the woman smiled.

She sat on the chair next to her, washed the fruit, and sat on the side of her. There was a sail between them, but he sat on the sofa far away, and Nangong Motian who was unwilling to pay attention to him.

Looking from a distance, the three of them looked so dazzling, talking and laughing together.

Give him an illusion that three people are a family.

Nangong Ming stood up and walked over, but there was no place for him to sit. He stood behind the Phantom, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Qinglong with a smile, "I never knew you were so good at telling jokes. Let me say another one, and I would also make me smile."

As soon as his voice sounded, the smile on Phantom's face faded a lot. He lowered his head and inserted an apple into it to feed Fanfan, and then he heard Qinglong say, "It's gone."

Nangong Ming stood awkwardly, only Fanfan smiled at him. Qinglong took the latest game console and put a lot of games in it. On weekdays, few people would play with him like this. In the past, Yiyi was with him, but Yiyi's level was too bad. Now that he saw the master, he focused more on the game console and did not pay much attention to Nangong Ming.

Now even his son began to ignore himself. To be honest, Nangong Ming had never felt so uncomfortable.

"Why did I never know that you, the project manager, are you so leisurely? Is there something wrong with Nangong Group?" Nangong Ming took the president's attitude sarcastically.

Qinglong said indifferently, "With you, the boss who is busy with a lot of things, how could something go wrong with Nangong Group? I just met a customer and happened to pass by to see Fanfan and bring the game console to him."

Nangong Motian's eyes fell from the newspaper in his hand to his son who was disgusting at the side of the *, and said disdainfully, "This is such a powerful way to show off the president's prestige in front of his family."

Nangong Ming looked unkind and looked at his father who was pulling him back with dissatisfaction. He heard the cold and warm voice of the Phantom on the other end, "If you are busy, go back to the company first, there are not so many people here."

"My son is here, why should I leave!" The implication is that whoever is outsider will leave.

Maybe it was hurt by the head and became less intelligent, or the attention was attracted by the game console. Fanfan said without raising his head, "Dad, go and do it, I'm fine."

Nangong Ming felt a mouthful of blood breaking through his throat and rushing up, and he swallowed it.

After finally waiting for noon, Nangong Ming stood up again as he watched the three people who were talking and laughing together, and took up the posture of a strict father, "Put down the game console. I have been playing for a long time, which is not good for my eyes."

"Are you hungry?"

Fanfan obediently put down the game console and rubbed his eyes. His head didn't hurt very much today. He hadn't had a good meal for several days, but he felt a little hungry today.

"Yeah! I'm a little hungry."

There was a knock on the door outside. It was the lunch that Nangong Ming called and ordered someone to send him. Seeing the visitor, Nangong Ming rarely smiled. He had never been kind to Fanfan before. "It's just right, let's have a meal."

As he said that, Nangong Ming walked to the side, pushed Qinglong behind him intentionally or unintentionally, pushed the table to Fanfan, and packed all the food for him by himself.

There were still some in my hands on the table in front of the sofa, for Nangong Motian and the Phantom.

He turned his head to look at Qinglong and said falsely, "I ordered someone to send it before, and I didn't know you would come, so I didn't prepare your portion."

There is another subtext, it’s already noon, and our family is going to have a meal. If you don’t have your share, you can get out quickly.

Qinglong's mouth raised a slightly curve, not caring at all.

However, while eating, Nangong Motian said to the Phantom, "There are not many foods delivered. Xiaoying, go out with Qinglong to eat, eat some good food. You have lost weight these two days, and Qinglong, please invite someone to have some good food. Thanks to Qinglong these days."

The Phantom did not refuse, nodded, took the bag and walked out.

Qinglong smiled at the corner of his mouth and said goodbye to Fanfan. Fanfan was still not sure about the hidden sword lights and swords between the adults, and he also held up his little hand to see Qinglong Phantom.

Nangong Ming's face was gloomy and powerful, and his sharp eyes fell on Nangong Motian. He did it on purpose!

Nangong Motian looked at his sinister gaze and snorted coldly. Others were afraid of him, but was he, a father, still afraid of him?

He glared at him unwelcome. When Nangong Motian turned to look at Fanfan, he already had a loving smile on his face, "Do Fanfan like Uncle Qinglong? He loves you very much?"

Fanfan didn't doubt that he was there. He looked at the game console on the side and nodded, "I like it."

Hearing this, Nangong Motian withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and saw Nangong Ming's completely dark face in his eyes.

After lunch, Nangong Motian was exhausted, and Tiannan picked him back to the villa.

Only the ward was left with yawning Fanfan and the dark-faced Nangong Ming.

Fanfan can't lie down now, but he can't lie down, but he feels uncomfortable lying down. He yawned and sat on the * and was so sleepy that he was shaking. His little eyes were dazed at the unmoved lunch on the table, "Dad, aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

Nangong Ming seemed to have not heard his voice, and there was no reaction at all. Fanfan frowned and screamed again. Then Nangong Ming looked up at him, "Are you full?"

Fanfan rolled his eyes directly, "I'm full, what's wrong with you, Dad?"

Nangong Ming did not answer his question, and said, "I'm sleepy? Let's sleep for a while."

Fanfan couldn't hold on anymore and nodded in a daze. Nangong Ming walked over and pressed his forehead with the back of his hand. He felt it was not high, so he helped him to lie down and "Go to sleep."

Nangong Ming has a big hand, but he doesn't have much flesh, so his finger bones will give people a sense of security.

When Fanfan and Yiyi were young, they were basically taken care of by Nangong Ming himself. Although Ye Anning was able to get up later, they all followed Ye Anning, but they subconsciously seemed to remember the feeling of being taken care of by Nangong Ming, and the two little guys could not change their dependence on Nangong Ming.

Especially Fanfan, the image of a father in his heart is very important and also plays a very important role in his growth. In his heart, Nangong Ming has a high status.

Fanfan lay on the top, and took Nangong Ming's big hand with courage and kept his hand away. He stuffed his little fist into his big hand. It had been a long time since he got so close to Nangong Ming. Because he was injured this time, he found that Nangong Ming was very indulging in him and his courage became fatter.

Nangong Ming did not say anything about him. He held his son's little hand with faint black eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just looked up from time to time to look at the watch on his hand.

Listening to Fanfan's steady breathing, the little guy soon opened his mouth and snored.

Seeing the saliva flowing out along the corner of the little guy's mouth quickly wet a large pillowcase, Nangong Ming frowned slightly, took the tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, then raised his hand and closed his chin.

I looked at the time, did I spend a long time eating?

He pushed Fanfan's hand into the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt. Nangong Ming walked to the window and saw two people standing downstairs reluctantly from a distance.

The two of them didn't know what they were saying, and Nangong Ming couldn't see their expressions clearly, but clearly saw Qinglong raising his hand and gently helping her tie her hair that was chaotic by the wind behind her ears.

**

As soon as the Phantom pushed the door, he saw the little guy who was already asleep on the top of the house. He subconsciously relaxed his movements. The room was very quiet. Nangong Motian was not there, but he saw Nangong Ming sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face. The lunch in front of him seemed to have not moved much.

The Phantom withdrew his gaze and walked directly to the chair next to him and sat down. Looking at the wetness of Fanfan's mouth, a gentle smile appeared in his eyebrows and eyes. He took a tissue and put it on the corner of his mouth.

The woman in front of her was like he was not there. She thought of the neglect all morning, the intimacy between her and Qinglong, and the exclusion of them together, Nangong Mingxin couldn't suppress her anger.

"I had a great time eating."
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