Mr. Leng still retained a bit of "reservedness" and first looked at Wei Yan and Leng Yeting and greeted him: "I'm back."

Leng Yeting nodded: "Yes, I'm back."

Wei Yan also nodded and said hello: "Dr. Leng."

Mr. Leng looked at Leng Yeting, and then said, "Okay, let's call me grandpa like Yeting in the future."

While speaking, his eyes fell on Diandian inside the house.

Mr. Leng couldn't help but take two steps forward, and could no longer pretend to be calm, and said excitedly: "Is this my great-grandson? Is it called Diandian?"

Wei Yan nodded: "Daming Wei Xi, nickname Diandian."

Mr. Leng laughed and greeted Uncle Bing, "A Bing, come and see. Diandian looks exactly the same as Ye Ting when he was a child!"

Uncle Bing brought in a lot of things and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, the little young master is really carved out in the same mold as the little young master."

Wei Yan stepped forward and hugged Diandian in his arms, introducing the identities of the two to Diandian.

Diandian hugged Wei Yan's neck and didn't say anything for a moment.

Mr. Leng quickly brought a toy over, looked at Diandian happily and said, "Great Grandpa didn't come empty-handed. He brought a lot of toys. Look at these... Do you like it or not? It doesn't matter if you don't like it, you want it.

What, I'll buy it for you! Can you make friends with me?"

Wei Yan looked at the old man in surprise.

The coldest old man Leng was at that time, now he was as "humble" in front of Diandian.

Wei Yan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Leng Yeting, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Now no one understands it. He originally made an appointment to see Mr. Leng tomorrow. Mr. Leng couldn't sit still because of his great-grandson, so he ran to the door.

What surprised Wei Yan was that although Mr. Leng was usually very cold to young people, he quickly gained some trust.

Among the toys he brought, I really liked it a little.

One big and one small, they sat on the toy mat at home and started playing.

Until he saw that it was a little late, Diandian was yawning, and Wei Yan gave Leng Yeting a look.

Leng Yeting said: "Grandpa, it's so late, you should go back and rest. Diandian just returned to China and is still in the jet lag."

Then Old Master Leng stood up reluctantly and said to Diandian: "You will go back to the old house tomorrow and come to play with me. You must come."

Diandian stood next to Wei Yan, grabbing Wei Yan's corner of clothes without responding.

Mr. Leng looked at Wei Yan: "Is he agreeing or not?"

Wei Yan smiled: "I will take him with me."

Only then did Mr. Leng feel relieved and waved his hand with Diandian.

When Uncle He Bing walked to the door, he felt that the smile on his face was too exaggerated. He cleared his throat and then left with a serious look on his face.

After sending Mr. Leng into the car, Wei Yan looked back at Leng Yeting as if he was going upstairs with him, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's so late, you should go back, right?"

Leng Yeting walked home and said, "Go back? Where to go? Of course, my wife and children are wherever I am."

Wei Yan was immediately amused by him: "Leng Yeting, I can't tell, you are quite good at crawling along the pole."

Leng Yeting put his hand on her waist, pulled her closer to her arms, and walked home together: "Live together to cultivate the relationship between father and son. Secretary Wei should not stop me, right?"

Wei Yan: "..."

Wei Yan felt guilty and immediately didn't dare to say anything else.

Sleeping with Wei Yan at night.

Wei Yan took the four-piece set to prepare to pack up the second bedroom for Leng Yeting to stay.

He took the four-piece set and put it back into the wardrobe: "I see that the bed in the master bedroom is quite big, so we can sleep three of us."

Wei Yan raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Leng Yeting nodded without hesitation: "Of course."

Wei Yan looked at him with a smile, but said nothing.

Diandian slept very quickly. Wei Yan moved him to the middle of the bed, and she and Leng Yeting slept alone.

As I entered the night, in the dark room, there was nothing but the breathing of a few people.

Wei Yan turned around and looked at Leng Yeting, and found that he was also lying on his side looking at him.

Wei Yan whispered: "Isn't you used to sleeping?"

Leng Yeting's voice was a little hoarse: "Well. I have been thinking about this day for a long time."

Leng Yeting's voice was calm, but Wei Yan heard the turbulence under his seemingly calm waves.

Her nose was slightly sour and she said softly: "I feel...it seems like I'm dreaming."

She chuckled.

Leng Yeting raised his hand and stroked her face, supported himself and lowered his head to kiss her lips gently.

He just lay back and suddenly...
Chapter completed!