Feeling the affection coming from the man behind her and feeling the big hands rubbing her back, her heart collapsed in an instant. She bit her lip hard and murmured in a mosquito-like mouth. : "Go to sleep, Leng Linghan."
She doesn't want to continue to be entangled. She is really a useless woman. Can't she stand being teased like this? Just a few words and she wants to forgive her?
The thin lips curled up, and the dark eyes radiated an indescribable tenderness. The seemingly calm pupils were full of waves, and the hand holding Su Yan from behind was slightly firm, and the sexy and cold chest was It was pressed against Su Yan's boneless back, slowly scrubbing it, causing waves of numbness and unbearable itching.
Her body stiffened slightly. She wanted to escape from the man's embrace but was tightly restrained. Her clenched fists finally relaxed after repeated struggles, and she squinted her eyes and waited for Duke Zhou.
With a faint smile, Uncle Leng's eyes were filled with tenderness and doting that he had never seen before, and his big hands moved irregularly on the smooth back little by little.
Divorce! Dreaming!
To be honest, Su Yan didn't have to get a divorce. Who wouldn't be a little jealous of this woman? Besides, Aisha? Kou Na is so outstanding and feminine. Even if she is now disabled and has no ability, in Su Yan's eyes, she is still Absolute beauty, just like a girl walking out of a painting, deserves to enjoy the favor and praise of thousands of people.
Therefore, when she knew that Aisha Kou Na knew that Leng Linghan sent the email, her heart felt like being scratched by a kitten. Later, when she learned the content of the email, she realized that she was completely making trouble.
Fortunately, Uncle Leng pampered him as if he were his own destiny and didn't take it seriously at all.
That's fine, the little woman should be tolerant, otherwise she wouldn't know what a fuss is going on at home!
When I woke up in the morning, the head of the bed was already empty. Although my heart twitched slightly, I still got up from the bed out of habit. My eyes accidentally fell on the small note left on the bedside, and I smiled with my thin lips. .
Can't you send text messages on your mobile phone? What's wrong with Leng Linghan? She has to write these and other notes. It's very pretentious.
He elegantly took the note and opened it, and the corner of her mouth inadvertently raised a slight ripple. He said on the note that tomorrow was his father's birthday and went to have dinner, and there were also the words of those two little things. Practice hard and think of earthworms crawling, which is really the custom of Shan Leng family.
After putting the note away, just as he was getting ready to go out, he saw Lele standing at the door with a notebook and a sad face. At first glance, this little thing looked like a resentful woman, gnashing her teeth and staring at herself, tugging at the homework in her hand. Ben was also completely ruined.
What happened to this little guy so early in the morning?
After a brief inquiry, she found out that Uncle Leng had woken them up before dawn, saying that they would get up early in the morning and write calligraphy for an hour.
Damn, are you having convulsions?
Seeing the little figure standing at the door crying, her heart was filled with knots of pain. Without saying a word, she quickly walked over and held Lele in her arms. Before she could comfort her, her mother burst into tears, " Mom, I don’t want my last name to be Leng. Dad said my handwriting is not good-looking and it really reflects the Leng family tradition.”
I patted my son's back gently with my hand. It was funny and annoying, but I have to say that Leng Linghan was right. In today's society, how can it be written like chicken feet? Practicing calligraphy is very useful. It was necessary, but when I thought about the torment of my son getting up early and being tortured, I felt like Leng Linghan's whole family greeted him.
Is this what you care about your son?
"My dear, do you want to tell mom that you would like to practice calligraphy?" Su Yan's purple-blue eyes stared at the little thing's tears, and she wiped the tears carefully with her hands, her eyes filled with distress.
She sniffed, nodded and sobbed: "Mom, I know my handwriting is very bad, but I can't get up this morning. Dad also said that if I can't get up, I have to get up half a hour earlier every morning. Hour."
Getting up at six o'clock now would kill this little thing, let alone getting up half an hour earlier, which would kill her from exhaustion.
Hearing Lele's words, she wished she could strangle the man to death. What on earth was she trying to do? This was her biological son.
"Son, it's okay. I told your father tonight to practice writing if you have time, and just come back to check in the evening."
Hearing this, Lele nodded desperately and placed a big kiss on Su Yan's cheek, "Thank you, mom."
Pfft! This little guy is so cute.
Not to mention that the handling of this matter was really simple. Leng Linghan agreed immediately. However, when he first checked the little thing's homework, he was confused and did not react for a long time.
You brat, I drew something on my homework paper as I was writing. I don’t know if it’s a turtle or a tortoise.
He frowned, and his dark eyes radiated a cold current. He stared at the little thing who was still addicted to the TV and shouted in a muffled voice: "Leng Lele, get here!"
This was the first time he named his son by his full name.
Hearing this voice, Lele's heart trembled slightly and she quickly jumped off the sofa and ran to Leng Linghan's side. But why is this little guy Mao still so stubborn after making a mistake?
Still laughing! Laughing at your sister!
Trying to keep his expression as serious as possible, he placed the homework paper heavily on the table. There was nothing but anger in his violent eyes, and his eyes were meticulous and vicious.
"Leng Lele, I asked you to write something and what did you draw for me?"
"Turtle." He answered fluently, and even his little eyes were slightly closed, which was so cute.
His brows were still furrowed tightly. If he hadn't felt sorry for this kid, he would have slapped him down. Strongly suppressing the urge to hit him, Uncle Leng asked in a serious manner: "I asked you to write and draw a turtle for me." , what exactly do you want to do!"
I had long known that my father would ask this question. Fortunately, this turtle was seen by her mother in the afternoon and she had no choice but to tell her a good solution. Then she stood in front of her father without any pressure or fear and laughed unscrupulously.
His expression was solemn, and he seemed to be speaking seriously.
"Tomorrow is grandpa's birthday. When I was young, I didn't have a job and no money to give him gifts, so I had to draw a turtle to wish grandpa a long life."
Knock, these words are clear and precise, but what kind of person Leng Linghan is, how can he not know who said these words? Even if he doesn’t know the big character Lele, a few little people will understand that the turtle means longevity, which is nonsense!
His cold gaze suddenly fell on the busy figure in the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted sternly, "That woman in the kitchen, please come out."
Damn it, I'm so angry that I can't even bear to say my name. Who told me not to be a mother? What are you doing?
I washed my hands before coming out, and now I saw his man's two or three buttons unbuttoned to reveal his sexy and strong curves, as well as his bronzed skin, which was absolutely tempting. What's more, his Adam's apple twisted unconsciously. Move, even though it was just a momentary movement, Leng Linghan still caught it.
This woman's integrity is shattered to pieces.
Feeling the strange look she was giving her, Leng Linghan coughed lightly, fastened the two buttons as if nothing had happened, and then raised her eyes, her dark eyes full of questions.
"How do you explain this turtle? It has a long life?"
His tone was too serious, but luckily he had thought of a foolproof plan before that, so he kept laughing and said, "Leng Linghan, this Lele is also a filial child. Isn't it my father's birthday tomorrow?" When the child was practicing, he was thinking about giving a gift to his grandfather, but he accidentally drew a turtle and wished him a long life."
Damn it!
This is just nonsense, isn’t it?
Uncle Leng's face suddenly turned dark, with gorgeous black lines.
Then it turned green, then it turned green.
Finally, he stood up with a bang and pointed at the homework book, "You like drawing, don't you? Draw a hundred turtles for me tonight and show it to your grandpa tomorrow."
After saying that, he left decisively, leaving the mother and son in a mess in the living room.
It is said that this Lele is very miserable, but why is there no movement at all?
To be honest, Ranran's handwriting is worse than Lele's, but he has the courage to correct it. This is what happened that night after Leng Linghan said it, and the boy practiced it for two hours, and then showed it to Leng Linghan. Naturally, there is no such thing as getting up in the morning to practice. The boy is still sleeping in the shape of a human figure on the bed.
The bed is very good for one person, and there is no pressure at all when moving left and right!
To describe it in one word, it’s great!
Two words: So cool.
Three words: It's so cool.
One sentence that can be summed up from the above is: It’s so damn exciting.
Is this little thing very upset?
Of course, when he finally drew a hundred turtles, it was almost dinner time. His brows were furrowed tightly as he looked at the charming turtles, the corners of his mouth curled up for the first time, and he paused with a sharp gaze. It falls on the silly Lele.
"Son, you don't want to come out?"
Even though Leng Ling looks serious now, and she feels as happy as if she has discovered a new world, this kid's painting is really good, absolutely amazing.
Maybe you can also train your children from here.
He raised his head nervously just in time to see his father's unflinching eyes. He pulled into his little fist and nodded vigorously to admit it. Of course, he did not forget to apologize, "Dad, I'm not good at painting. Don't hit me. I will do well in the future." Is it okay to write?"
I am not afraid of anything in my life, but I am afraid of my father's cannibalistic eyes. Staring straight at me feels very irritating. I should stop being a man now as I keep saying.
And at this moment, there was a sweet and soft voice from behind. Looking back, it turned out to be Su Baobao, whom I hadn't seen for a long time. This little girl was becoming more and more dewy and beautiful.
After giving Lele a hard look, Leng Linghan calmly stood up and walked over to greet the guests.
Damn it, how could I forget that this damn Su Baobao is a weirdo? Just when I walked over, I heard a burst of joking, with a cheerful smile.
"Uncle, why is your face still green and black? Although you have a wife, it is necessary to pay attention to your own image, do you understand?"
Gorgeous black lines fell on Uncle Leng's forehead. When he saw this serious-looking Su Baobao, he really wanted to strangle him to death. Is this child a little precocious? How many men will he be harmed when he grows up?
Shangguan Yuyan's expression was also very unnatural. She touched her nose awkwardly and apologized to Leng Linghan before scolding Su Baobao in a low voice. Her expression was very serious.
"Why did you promise your mother when you first came here that you should not talk nonsense? Why didn't you listen?"
These days, Su Lun and his wife simply don't dare to take their daughter out. If they go out, they will accidentally offend others. Su Baobao never speaks through his brain, and he speaks loudly. Just this morning At that time, the child finally couldn't help but insist on coming to see Lele, and he only let him come after repeated urging.
But before his fucking ass even sat on the bench, the mouth started again!
Embarrassing! Embarrassing! So hot!
Who would have thought that this baby Su would raise his head shamelessly and stare at his mother with watery eyes, like a little adult.