Did Li Beiting have the third petrification?

What did Father just say?

The young master's mother is the princess?

Is it the father who is crazy and talking nonsense? Or did he have a problem with his ears and misheard?

Moreover, the young master actually admitted it.

Oh, my God!

Let's get a thunderbolt and slash him! Let's see if he has a delusional disorder?

"I warn you, don't say a word to my father, just promise to deliver this letter. When he comes to Suzhou, you have to pretend that you don't know, just push it on me if there is something, and I will take it. Meng Chenyi instructed.

"Yes, Xia Guan understands." Governor Li said.

"Hmm." Meng Yachen got up and left a sentence before leaving: "If there is something, let Li Beiting come to me." ”

"Xiaguan sends off the little boy." Governor Li bent over and clenched his fists.

It wasn't until only Governor Li's father and son were left in the house that Governor Li regained his elegant temperament, he looked at his stunned son on the side, and said with some displeasure: "Why don't you tell Sù the identity of the husband and the little son?" ”

After being reprimanded by his father, Li Beiting came back to his senses, and he looked bitter, "Father, my son has just learned the identity of the young master." ”

"Young master?" Governor Li was puzzled.

Li Beiting explained: "For more than half a year, my son made a bet with the young master, lost his bet, and was afraid that his father would punish him, so he didn't dare to tell his father and ask his father for forgiveness. ”

I thought that my father would reprimand him angrily, but I didn't expect my father to pat his little body, with a smile on his face, full of appreciation: "This bet is a good loss!" For the Father, this is the right thing you have done in your life. ”

"Huh?" The plot didn't follow the routine in his mind, and Li Beiting didn't react for a while.

"Let's go home!" Governor Li said in a good mood.

"Yes, my son is leaving." Li Beiting left after making a gesture.

On the way home, Li Beiting was still thinking, his father said that the most correct thing he had done in his life was to recognize the young master as the master?

Belch?

That's right?

After figuring it out, Li Beiting was very happy, since his father supported him, then he would try his best to be the young master's follower!

……

Meng Yachen had just returned home. was dragged aside by Mu Tingya to measure his length.

Meng Yachen looked at his hands up and down his body, and was speechless for a while, "Mother, son's clothes." Let the embroidery workshop do a good job and send it, why let your mother do it yourself. ”

"I love making clothes for you! Seeing you dangling in front of my eyes in the clothes I made made made of me, I felt a pang of satisfaction in my heart. Mu Tingya said.

"My son doesn't want his mother to work so you." Meng Yachen said.

"Good son, it's enough to have your words." Mu Tingya was pleased.

Meng Yachen saw that the persuasion was ineffective, so he talked about other topics. "Mother, where will you take your son on a trip this year?"

"Where do you want to go?" Mu Tingya didn't stop her hand and asked rhetorically.

Meng Yachen pondered: "I have been to the desert, the highest peak of Shenghong, the grassland, and the Northeast Snow Mountain......"

After talking about it, Meng Yachen said again: "Mother, I've been to so many places, why don't we go to the capital at the foot of the Son of Heaven for a visit?" My son heard that the capital is the most prosperous city in Shenghong Country, is it true? ”

said. Meng Yachen's eyes were overflowing with a touch of yearning.

Hearing what her son said, Mu Tingya found that in the past few years, she has taken her son to the north and south of the river and seen the customs of many places, but she has never been to the capital.

Mu Tingya felt a pain in her heart.

She subconsciously rejected that place in the capital.

Jingjing, just when she heard these two words, she resisted from the bottom of her heart. Not to mention going.

"Do you want to go to the capital?" Mu Tingya took back the measuring tape, stood up straight, and looked at her son with her eyes.

"Yes." Meng Yachen nodded without thinking.

"Okay, wait for your Uncle Yifeng to come back from collecting medicine. Let him take you. Mu Tingya said with a smile.

"Why don't you take me there? I want my mother to accompany me! Meng Yachen tilted his head and asked, looking like a simple child.

Mu Tingya directly gave him a burst, "Don't pretend to be an old lady, don't think that I don't know how precocious you are, I don't know about the old lady, every time you show such a simple appearance, it means that nothing good happens." ”

Meng Yachen smiled: "It's still my mother who understands my son." ”

Mu Tingya rolled her eyes. She said: "You were born to me, I don't know you, who understands you?" ”

She explained with a far-fetched reason: "Baby, my mother grew up in the capital when she was young, and she can't be familiar with the capital anymore, there are more people, more buildings, more officials, and no different from other places." ”

Meng Yachen's eyes flashed with a touch of injury, and he asked carefully: "Mother, you don't go to the capital, is it because of your father?" ”

Mu Tingya smiled bitterly: "Me and him, after all, are two parallel lines, and the day when they never intersect." ”

She taught her son mathematical knowledge such as parallel lines, so his son understands.

"Mother, you don't have a straight line with your father, so where did I come from?" Meng Yachen tilted his head and thought very seriously.

"Stinky boy, have you learned to draw inferences? My mother still has to make clothes for you, and I don't have time to discuss academic theories with you. Mu Tingya made it clear that she didn't want to say more, and after she put away the tailor-made tools, she prepared to leave her son's room.

Who knew that Meng Yachen stopped her and asked, "Mother, are you going to get married?" ”

"I'll talk about it later, but don't think about it now." Mu Tingya replied.

Meng Yachen stared blankly at his mother's back, worried in his heart.

Daddy, you need to hurry up! Uncle Yifeng is very eyeing his mother, and he is surprisingly good to me, if it weren't for his son being towards his father, I'm afraid that my son would have recognized Uncle Yifeng as his adoptive father!

……

For a few days, Meng Yachen always asked Mu Tingya intentionally or unintentionally if she had any plans to get married, after all, although her mother had given birth to a child, she was excellent, there was no shortage of men who liked her, and she was so young, it was a good time.

Mu Tingya is also thinking about this issue these days.

If she remarries, will she be able to completely break off her relationship with Meng Chenyi?

She seemed a little reluctant.

But emotional things, why be reluctant?

After thinking about it for a few days, Mu Tingya replied to her son seriously: "Baby, my mother is married, do you agree?" ”

"It depends on who you marry." Meng Yachen is serious.

The only thing he identifies with is his own father, and no one else is qualified to be his stepfather.

Mu Tingya thought about it for a moment and said, "What about your Uncle Yifeng?" ”

After knowing Yifeng for five years, he chased himself for five years, and he didn't care at all that he had a child out of wedlock, and he treated his son as his own.

What's more, Yifeng is dignified, handsome and free-handed, and has excellent medical skills, and is a well-known Yifeng miracle doctor on the rivers and lakes.

Such a man is indeed a man worthy of being entrusted for life.

(To be continued.) )