"Mom, I don't want others to scold me for being a wild seed without my parents in the future, and I can't even come up with a strong evidence." Leng Yi'an glanced at Leng Haochen in frustration and leaned on the table: "I really like this gift, and I want to work hard with my parents to win prizes, just like other children." ”

The last sentence touched Song Xingchen.

"Cold ...... Leng Haochen. Song Xingchen grabbed Leng Yi'an's little hand and held it tightly, and glanced at Leng Haochen with a straight face nervously: "An An is the biggest today, let's play with him once." ”

Looking at Song Xingchen's tentative, cautious, and hopeful eyes, Leng Haochen was a little in a trance.

For a moment, he thought that he had returned to the past, Nuan Nuan always looked at him with big crystal eyes, and he was sure that he would be soft-hearted, and every time no matter what she asked, he would be defeated under such a look, breaking his principles again and again.

"Daddy?" Leng Yi'an looked at him nervously: "Let's play together, you are so good, we will definitely win." ”

Song Xingchen looked at him with wide eyes and said silently, go, go.

Leng Haochen couldn't refuse at all: "Okay." ”

Leng Yi'an jumped up happily, took Song Xingchen's hand and ran forward: "We, we also have to sign up." ”

When the young host saw this family of three, his eyes lit up: "Wow, a super good-looking family of three, this child looks like he has the chance to win, and he is very confident." ”

Many people around looked at it, and the amazing inhalation sound came one after another, and the children also looked at Leng Yi'an with envy, envying him for having such a good-looking father and mother.

Of course, there are also those who come to declare war unconvinced.

Leng Yi'an took it all, held one in one hand, and said proudly: "My parents are amazing, they will win anything." ”

Tsundere's little appearance is really cute, and the waitresses in the restaurant are holding their hearts and making suffocating sounds: "It's so cute, I want to steal it home......"

"The appearance of this family is too high, it's like a star family."

"Forget it, where do celebrities have such an aristocratic temperament? The child's father's appearance has been covered by aura, and he looks like an aristocratic model that came out of an oil painting. ”

There are those who praise, and naturally there are those who are not convinced.

The child's father is a tall man with a strong body, his muscles invisibly exuding seductive hormones, holding a dark-skinned little boy in his arms, and his eyes are flashing with competitive desire.

"My dad is a shooting instructor, super good, you can't beat me." The little boy put his arms around his father's neck and looked at Leng Yi'an with disdain: "The men in your family are too white, and they don't have any masculinity at all." ”

The shooting coach deliberately showed off his muscles, and successfully attracted a lot of attention Leng Haochen's attention, and snorted proudly, which made the child's mother very embarrassed and pinched him hard, and the father and son stopped a little.

The corners of Song Xingchen's mouth twitched, and he slandered in his heart, why did someone always imply that Leng Haochen was a little white face today? This time it's still a childlike little black baby, even if he gets angry, he can't do anything.

She quietly raised her eyes, wanting to see Leng Haochen's reaction, just opposite his eyes, the man's gaze was like a deep whirlpool, silently sucking her in, making people unconsciously sink and fall deeply.

Song Xingchen didn't know which tendon was wrong, and suddenly said, "You look the best like this." ”

Leng Haochen's impatience and coldness on his eyebrows dissipated slightly, he raised his hand to put his arm around her shoulder, and nodded very calmly: "You still have vision." ”

Song Xingchen's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, in public, what nonsense did she just say?

There was a lot of laughter around, some whistling, and some screaming that they had been fed a mouthful of dog food, so much so that Song Xingchen almost didn't want to sign up.

Leng Yi'an still cared about his father being disliked, and looked at the little boy unconvinced: "You are so dark, you are not worthy of Pig Man at all." ”

"You ......" the little boy was about to retort, but was stopped by his gentle and temperamental mother: "Doudou, you can't be rude to your younger brother." ”

Leng Yi'an was not convinced that someone was sarcastic about his father, and immediately answered when he heard the words: "Black Bean, do you understand respecting the old and loving the young?" ”

Song Xingchen hurriedly covered Leng Yi'an's mouth: "An An, you can't be rude." ”

"Oh......" Leng Yi'an reluctantly pulled down Song Xingchen's hand and stuck out his tongue at Doudou: "Brother Black Bean, I'm sorry, but I won't let you during the game." ”

Before the game started, the two children had already pinched up silently, which amused the melon-eating crowd and heated up the atmosphere of the game.

The two hostesses looked at each other and smiled, quite helpless.

The theme of the competition is fun shooting, mainly to test the tacit understanding between family members, the male owner wears an eye patch and holds a paint gun, and the hostess stands in a designated position in the field, wearing a special pig mask, and the nostrils are specially made into a pattern of shooting targets, and finally the children are responsible for directing the direction, and the family with the best results wins the first to shoot at the target.

The paint gun will not hurt people, but if it is crooked, the image of the hostess can be said to be very tragic, if the child is not properly commanded, shoot from a long distance, and it will hurt a little if the shot is crooked.

Many mothers complained that their husbands and sons could not cooperate, and complained that the game was set up unfairly, only Song Xingchen and Doudou's mother stood next to each other, smiling and looking at their husbands.

Doudou's father flexed his muscles: "Wife, I won't let you get a little paint on you, son, right?" ”

Doudou glared at An An and deliberately said loudly: "Of course, Dad is a shooting instructor, and we will definitely win." ”

The people who eat melons also looked at this family and made a cheering sound, after all, this father looks very professional.

And Leng Haochen stood coldly from beginning to end, without raising the paint gun, it seemed that he had given up the struggle, and just stood and played casually.

Leng Yi'an snorted, pretended to hold Leng Haochen's palm calmly, raised it and waved at Song Xingchen: "Mom, we will win in the end." ”

"You and dad come on." Song Xingchen closed his eyes and made a shooting motion: "Hit the bull's eye." ”

In fact, I am still a little worried that I will not be able to keep this dress today.

She hadn't heard that Leng Haochen could shoot.

The opponent is a professional again, and it seems natural to lose, but she is a little miserable.

Song Xingchen cried in his heart, smiling on his face, not wanting to sweep away An An's happiness.

Leng Haochen, who was on the other side, looked at Song Xingchen deeply and smiled indifferently, as if he trusted him wholeheartedly, and he was even more in a trance for a while.

It seems that his warmth has returned, and they are no longer so strangers to each other.

The host shouted, "Now the game begins." ”