And in his arms, he was holding a very identical little boy. [Baidu + Google search www
Such a cold father and son, the moment they saw Feng Linxue, they were stretched out as if the ice and snow melted.
"Xue'er!"
"Mom!"
The two of them shouted almost at the same time. Then, the little boy in the man's arms turned around in discomfort and glared at his father with his glass bead-like pupils: "Mum is mine!"[
"Go on the side!" The man didn't even look at it, and threw the little boy on the soft big sofa next to him!
Such a violent scene surprised Qiu Yixian. Feng Linxue was also startled and immediately ran forward and looked at her son on the sofa: "Tingting, does it hurt if it falls?"
He turned around and stared at Leng Haotian: "Haotian, how did you become a father! How could you do this? Tingting is still a child!"
Then, he quickly took off his pants and saw if his little butt was fine.
The little boy on the sofa just curled his lips, his eyes that were as faint as glass beads, glaring at his father with resentment, then spread his arms and threw himself into his mother's arms. It seemed as if he was intentional, his furry little head
, arched on my mother's chest, and said in a slight voice to "accused" her father of his atrocities.
"Mu, it hurts~~"
Then, he turned around and glared at his dad: "Haotian, bad!"
When I said "Mom", I was speechless. The words "Haotian, Bad" were just a straight and polite. For a moment, Feng Linxue, who was holding him, didn't know what to do.
Persuaded.
Leng Haotian was even more unhappy when he saw his son eating his wife's tofu openly. He frowned and said, "What's wrong with this bastard boy? When I was a child, I didn't know how my grandfather trained me.
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"He is still a child, so young!" Feng Linxue hugged her son with heartache, checked it, and found that there was no problem at all. Obviously, Leng Haotian just now seemed to have thrown his son on the sofa and used a lot of money.
Strength. In fact, he still held back.
Who knew that the man who had a serious face just now looked at his wife scolding him, and his handsome face immediately collapsed. He pulled the corner of his wife's clothes with infinite grievance, and said in a tone that was both spoiled and pitiful: "Snow."
Son, you won’t love me if you have this little brat! If I had known this, I wouldn’t have this bastard! I’m so annoying!"
"Hmph!" He was not angry, but his baby son snorted coldly. The slightly raised little face was exactly the same as his father.
"I wasn't born to you, I'm from Momasheng! I always like to say good things to myself. Dad is the stupidest!"
"Boy, are you asking for a beating?" Leng Hao was so angry that he wanted to grab this bastard out of Feng Linxue's arms, but he would hide. He turned his head and buried his little head in Mama's chest.
"Mom, dad hit me!"
"Haotian!" Feng Linxue scolded him and comforted his son: "Be good to Ting Ting, don't pay attention to this guy!"
"Xue'er! Don't believe this brat, he's so smart!" Leng Haotian's pitiful handsome man. Feng Linxue ignored him again and hugged his baby son and sat aside.