As Bo Lao said, a quiet mind does not lose sugar.

I heard that he has an excellent memory, and if he has seen and heard something, he can basically remember it.

It's just that......

"Dad...... Daddy......"

Xiao quietly murmured, and the milky voice still had no emotion.

But when it fell into Lu Yan's ears, the only voice, the long tail note, was like two soft ribbons, gently, softly, wrapped around the tip of Lu Yan's heart, slowly tightened.

A hot discussion boiled and rolled in his chest.

The eyes that have always been cold and deep are dyed with a thick soft light with the call of the child.

"Quietly, will Dad come and see you at night? On weekends...... Dad will take you to the amusement park, okay? ”

The mellow voice, intoxicated with the joy of being a first-time father, slightly hoarse, but gentle enough.

"Play...... Father...... Play...... Mommy ......"

A touch of comfort crossed his eyes.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a quiet appearance appeared in his mind.

"Yes, Dad and Mommy, can you go out with your brother? Go for a bumper car, merry-go-round, Ferris wheel, ......"

On the other end, quietly biting her pink lip flap, she listened quietly.

The expression on his face was as indifferent as ever.

But the hands holding the phone, which was obviously a little big for him, trembled slightly.

"Okay."

The father and son communicated for a long time.

Although most of the time, Lu Yan, who cherishes words like gold on weekdays, is talking and listening quietly, but this does not affect the conversation between the father and son.

At the very least, you can talk more quietly.

"Quietly, don't you have any adults around you? What about Mommy? ”

For a long time, Lu Yan, who hadn't heard any movement, suddenly asked.

At the same time, I switched ears to listen to the phone.

But over there, there was no movement.

Silence fell silent.

He turned his head slowly, glancing around.

The little brow was furrowed tightly, and the center of the brow was almost about to wring out a pimple.

But those little hands, still holding the mobile phone, slowly opened their mouths, and muttered for a long time before they replied sneeringly: "Zeng ...... Grandfather...... Look for...... Look for...... Mommy ......"

"Grandpa Zeng, quietly, is he talking to Mommy?"

“…… Well. ”

Quietly nodded, his furrowed brows loosened slightly.

It seemed that Lu Yan understood what he meant, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Jing Jing quietly called Dad?"

Hearing this, Meng Bao hesitated and nodded heavily.

Then there was another "um".

But this time, before Lu Yan could speak, Jing Jing suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It was also accompanied by Bo Jinghan's voice.

"Quietly? Quietly, are you in there! ”

The door opened.

Meng Bao quietly held the mobile phone, looked at Bo Jinghan standing at the door, and opened her mouth slightly, as if she was a little surprised.

But soon it slowly stirred up again, and he was talking about the phone.

"Daddy, Mommy...... Come on......"

Looking at his son, Bo Jinghan's pitch-black pupils were slightly retracted.

She walked in quickly, crouched down directly to keep her son at eye level.

"Jingjing, who are you talking to?"

Asking in a low voice, Bo Jinghan reached out and touched the child's black hair, staring at the little guy's extremely beautiful, but loveless eyes.

A touch of sourness welled up in my heart.

She sniffed unconsciously, but her eyes and eyebrows were full of maternal tenderness.

At this time, he quietly handed the mobile phone he was holding in his hand to her.

"Yes...... Dad ...... "a little surprised.

But soon it slowly stirred up again, and he was talking about the phone.

"Daddy, Mommy...... Come on......"

Looking at his son, Bo Jinghan's pitch-black pupils were slightly retracted.

She walked in quickly, crouched down directly to keep her son at eye level.

"Jingjing, who are you talking to?"

Asking in a low voice, Bo Jinghan reached out and touched the child's black hair, staring at the little guy's extremely beautiful, but loveless eyes.

A touch of sourness welled up in my heart.

She sniffed unconsciously, but her eyes and eyebrows were full of maternal tenderness.

At this time, he quietly handed the mobile phone he was holding in his hand to her.

"Yes...... Daddy......"