"The cup." Leng Haochen was concise and to the point.

The cup? Her?

Leng Haochen's face was expressionless, but she felt that his eyes were straight and seemed to be irrefutable......

He wants to drink her half glass of milk?

"You ......" Song Xingchen entered a state of not knowing where to put his hand again.

Drink milk and drink milk, why do you have to drink her, this is also ......

She inexplicably glanced at the maid who was mopping the floor nearby, and then at Leng Yi'an, who was munching on bread with his head down.

It's good that no one noticed the situation on their side.

Although she was still a little reluctant, her reluctance was ruthlessly dispersed under Leng Haochen's stunned gaze, exposing the shame in her heart without reservation.

"Huh?" Leng Haochen deliberately showed his 'injured' hand and snorted: "Hurry up." ”

"It's really a lot of problems......" Song Xingchen muttered quietly.

Even if she deliberately pretended to be reluctant, the flush behind her ears still spread infinitely, and she finally took the glass of milk, her movements were still delicate and gentle, and there was no accident when she fed it to Leng Haochen.

"It shouldn't be hot, right?" Song Xingchen didn't dare to stare at Leng Haochen, his eyes were a little wandering.

Leng Haochen took a sip of milk, and some milk remained in his mouth.

Song Xingchen subconsciously helped him wipe it clean, and then immediately looked away, for fear that she would be tempted by him again, and she might not be able to hold it.

"Are you full?" Song Xingchen looked away, not daring to look at his lips.

Her lips seemed to have the touch of kissing him last night, and even though he had kissed him many times, she still felt wonderful the first time she willingly took the initiative.

Leng Haochen stared at her crimson cheeks, his heart was full of agitation, and it took a long time before he nodded his noble head: "Hmm." ”

If she continues to tease, I'm afraid she'll have to avoid him.

"Great." Song Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finished a long-term battle, returned triumphantly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really numb." ”

Leng Haochen saw all her small emotions in his eyes, and there was a hint of relaxation and pleasure between his deep eyebrows.

Everything seems to be so harmonious, only Leng Yi'an, who has been silently eating bread on the side, bears the sadness that should not be there at this age alone.

Mom fed the bread 9 times, and Dad peeked at Mom 22 times.

The milk was drunk in 3 sips and the whole process lasted 14 minutes......

Damn, obviously he has never been fed by his mother like this.

Under Leng Yi'an's bowed head, there was a small round face that couldn't help but be angry and angry.

It's all for long-term happiness, he endures!

Song Xingchen got up and went to the bathroom, but the two fathers and sons at the dining table were no longer quiet.

"Dad, your excuse is really hypocritical, and my mother believes it." Leng Yi'an looked at his arm, which had returned to normal skin color, with a look of disgust.

Leng Haochen raised his eyebrows lightly, he was not annoyed at all, he was half leaning back in the chair, looking lazy.

Dad's disapproving attitude made the little cute baby who had been jealous all morning pouted angrily: "After the plan is successful, I will never give my mother to you again." ”

"Because of this morning's performance, you can have an extra set of Lego." Leng Haochen is familiar with the method of helping his son smooth his hair, and has a clear attitude of rewards and punishments.

Leng Yi'an, who was holding back his words, was speechless by his father before he could speak, muffled, and turned his face: "Hmph." ”

How can this kind of small favor be compared with my mother?

Leng Haochen said in a deep voice, strategizing like signing a contract: "She doesn't have a job today, I'll use your witty little head to let my mother stay......"

Leng Yi'an's eyes lit up, and he only heard Leng Haochen continue: "Stay with me for a while." ”

Leng Yi'an: "......"

Dad is too cunning.

"I also want my mother to accompany me."

Leng Haochen was noncommittal: "Add another set of Lego, and a game console." ”

Leng Yi'an was reluctant, thinking of Lego, thinking of cooperation, and thinking about it, and finally agreed.

Before nodding, I didn't forget to glance in the direction of the bathroom a few times, and my panicked little eyes had an inexplicable cuteness.

When Song Xingchen came out of the bathroom, he saw a father and son sitting motionless at the dining table.

"Why are you still in the restaurant?" Song Xingchen asked, "Haven't you eaten enough?" ”

"No, I'm thinking about going back to my room to do my homework." Leng Yi'an jumped out of the chair and raised a bright smile at her.

"Doing homework? Do you want me to accompany you? Song Xingchen asked softly.

"No, I can do it myself, and there is still some homework that needs to be completed with other children's video cooperation, which is inconvenient for my mother." Leng Yi'an decisively refused, he didn't forget what he had just told his father.

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment, An An rarely refused her company, not to mention that she took the initiative to propose it.

Leng Yi'an seems to be a little different today, and the atmosphere at the table is also a little strange, and there is always an indescribable feeling......

Song Xingchen, who was slightly surprised, quickly adjusted his thoughts, gently pinched his white and tender face, and said dotingly: "That's okay, it's just so good that my mother can study the script by herself, come on An'an, come on mom too." ”

"Well, then An An will go back to the room first." Leng Yi'an beckoned his little hand and turned around to take a step.

Before his small body went upstairs, he turned around, sneakily glanced at his father, who had been silent, and cheered him on in his heart.

Dad, you must work hard, you are the hope of the whole family.

At this time, Leng Haochen of course did not receive his son's cheer, but took the opportunity to stop Song Xingchen, who also wanted to go back to the room to read the script by himself: "I have something to discuss with you." ”

"What's the matter? Is there a situation on the Su family's side? Song Xingchen believed it defenselessly.

Leng Haochen didn't answer this question, but said, "You come to the room with me to talk." ”

Song Xingchen didn't think much about it, she followed Leng Haochen upstairs with a normal heart, but as soon as she entered the door, before she could react, she was surrounded by a surging masculine atmosphere.

Leng Haochen pressed her against the wall and surrounded her with an overwhelming momentum.

"You ......" Song Xingchen suddenly realized that she might have been tricked: "You lied to me!" ”

"Hmm." Leng Haochen slammed her against the wall with one hand, and secretly locked the door with the other hand to avoid outsiders disturbing them.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why did you go to bed after flirting last night?" ”

Song Xingchen was still thinking about what Leng Haochen suddenly went crazy, so Leng Haochen opened his mouth in a deep voice: "I'm so easy to pass? ”

The curtains of the room were only opened by a slit, and in this dimly lit environment, Leng Haochen's eyes looked at her like a bottomless abyss, which was very invasive.

The arm propped up on the door by her ear didn't touch her, and she felt very powerful.

Because of this, Song Xingchen knew that he couldn't run away, and the success rate of struggling was extremely low.