Leng Yi'an exhaled through his nostrils and said in a tiger voice: "I want to watch TV, don't make noise." ”

Song Xingchen: "......"

It seems that the temperament is not small.

Although Leng Yi'an has a bad temper, she has always been well-behaved and sensible in front of her, and she is really a little overwhelmed when she suddenly loses her temper and fights coldly.

She looked around blankly and found that no one could help her, talking to Leng Yi'an, the little guy deliberately ignored it, and disliked her for arguing.

Song Xingchen could only touch into the kitchen, and just saw Uncle Wang busy, so he hurriedly walked over to help: "Uncle Wang, has something happened to An An at school these days?" Why are you so upset? ”

Uncle Wang hurriedly asked her to put down the work in her hand, and said with a smile: "The little young master has this temper, exactly the same as the young master, just coax you." ”

Song Xingchen suddenly had an even more headache, it was because the father and son were exactly the same angry, so it was difficult to coax.

What's more, she has no idea why the little baby is angry?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the TV in the living room disappear again, and the footsteps of the little one sounded heavily on the stairs.

Song Xingchen hurriedly ran out: "An An, don't you see it?" ”

Leng Yi'an saw her come out, and became even more angry: "What's there to see?" ”

After running a few more steps, he stopped and said fiercely, "I'm going to catch a train." ”

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and saw his little figure disappear at the staircase, so he reacted and hurriedly chased after him: "I'll help you......"

Is this father and son so awkward when they get angry?

Song Xingchen was amused, knocked on the door and saw that he really didn't lock the door, took the initiative to walk in, and saw An An sitting in the middle of a pile of toys and working hard.

He is very fast, his brain is smart, and it didn't take long for a pile of scattered building blocks to be built more than halfway, seeing Song Xingchen standing there without moving, his little face collapsed: "If you don't want to come, don't come, you can go busily, anyway, I'm not an important person, and I won't be able to do anything alone, I'm used to it anyway." ”

This angry accusation, coupled with the little guy's fierce face, made Song Xingchen feel distressed, and hurriedly walked over, held his little hand, and heard the sound of gasping.

"What's wrong?" Song Xingchen hurriedly spread out his little hand, only to find that he had held the building block in the palm of his hand, and there were blood marks.

"Why so hard? Mom smeared some medicine on you, and it didn't hurt anymore soon. Song Xingchen hurriedly picked up Leng Yi'an, regardless of his awkward struggle, forcibly entered the room, put the person on the bed, and blew while applying medicine, and soon Leng Yi'an was quiet.

Song Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and saw Leng Yi'an's eyes red, and panicked again: "What's the matter, An An?" Baby, mom promises to accompany you more in the future, and never ignore you like this again, how can you be alone? Dad and I will be with you. ”

Leng Yi'an awkwardly let her hold her hand: "Really? ”

Song Xingchen saw that he was willing to communicate well, and hurriedly kissed the corner of his eye: "Of course it's true, don't cry, otherwise my mother will be distressed." ”

Leng Yi'an pursed his lips, raised his head and asked, "But Dad said that only when you get married, can you be my mother forever." ”

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment: "Get married?" ”

"Don't you want to marry your father?" Leng Yi'an saw her like this, and immediately became unhappy: "I know, you don't take me to heart at all, Dad has been chasing you for so long, and you still quarrel often, how can you get married?" Dad was lying to me. ”

The little guy jumped out of bed and was about to run, and the little mouth muttered and choked: "When I am a year older, I still have no mother's child." ”

Before he could open the door, Song Xingchen chased after him, and finally understood: "An An, you are about to celebrate your birthday?" You ......"

She finally understood why the little guy suddenly made an awkward fuss, she had been obsessed with work recently, and she hadn't played with An An for a long time.

Leng Hao Xuanchen was also busy dealing with the Zhao family and the Su family, and did not pick him up and drop him off at school.

Seeing that the little one's birthday is approaching, but his parents are indifferent, no wonder he feels uncomfortable.

"It's just my birthday, and my wish won't come true anyway." Leng Yi'an said angrily: "It's good if I don't have my parents, what's the big deal?" ”

Seeing that he was so awkward and didn't forget to arm himself, Song Xingchen couldn't cry or laugh, and hugged the little guy distressedly: "You don't want a mother anymore?" Then I'm so sad. ”

"Obviously, you don't want me first." Leng Yi'an snorted coldly: "Don't force yourself. ”

"You're your mother's son, so cute and smart, why wouldn't I want you?" Song Xingchen promised: "An An will definitely have an unforgettable birthday this year." ”

Leng Yi'an rolled his eyes: "Then can I ask for a birthday present?" ”

Seeing that he had passed the rain so quickly, Song Xingchen also breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course you can, as long as your mother has it, she will definitely satisfy you." ”

"Can you marry Daddy?" Leng Yi'an pulled Song Xingchen and ran back to the room, and pulled out a stack of red envelopes in the cabinet, which were neatly covered with soft sister coins: "This is my New Year's money, it's very much, you can change it for a ......"

He thought hard for a while before he remembered how to describe it: "The red book of marriage." ”

Song Xingchen thundered in his head, although he had just realized his extraordinary feelings for Leng Haochen, but now he was talking about marriage, was he too anxious?

And Leng Haochen didn't say anything, she was in a hurry to unilaterally promise An An, wouldn't it be more embarrassing if she couldn't fulfill it when the time came?

"An An, getting married is not so simple." Song Xingchen was still thinking about how to explain.

Leng Yi'an lowered his face: "You're perfunctory to me again, you adults are all liars." If I didn't have a red book, I wouldn't be a birthday. ”

Seeing that the little guy's eyes were red again, Song Xingchen's heart twitched, he almost didn't think about anything, and immediately said, "I promise you, don't cry." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

Leng Haochen had just finished taking a shower, wearing gray pajamas, with long legs and long hands, leaning against the door, and asked lightly: "What did you promise?" ”

Song Xingchen's face turned red: "It's nothing." ”

Leng Yi'an jumped up and proudly took the red envelope to show off to Leng Haochen: "Dad, you are too stupid, you haven't married your mother back after working hard for so long, I will do it at once." ”

"An An, don't say it." Song Xingchen couldn't wait to dig a crack in the ground and bury himself in it, saying such shameless words and letting the parties hear it, would Leng Haochen think that she was pretending to be actually quite hated to marry?

Oh my God, why did she just talk so fast?

"Oh?" Leng Haochen showed a smile in his eyes, raised his feet and walked towards Song Xingchen, and whispered, "I didn't expect Mrs. Leng to be so eager to propose to me?" ”

"I'm not, I didn't ......" Song Xingchen denied Sanlian: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm coaxing An An." ”