Leng Yi'an has been sneaking around in a distant place, observing his mother's state today, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when his mother successfully entered the room for the third time and fell asleep quietly.

The little guy is smart, guess a little, and then look at the master bedroom with the door closed, and you will know that it must be Dad who made a mistake.

"Bad dad also asked me to create opportunities for him, and now I have a chance, but I don't cherish it at all." Leng Yi'an muttered quietly.

At this time, Leng Haochen returned home with a cold breath, his bottomless eyes were gloomy, and he took a big sip of tea from the cup on the table.

Leng Yi'an began to sue when he saw him: "Dad, Mom is in a very bad mood, are you making Mom unhappy again?" Didn't you say that it was good to seize the opportunity? Why is it getting worse and worse now? ”

However, Leng Yi'an's immature voice had no influence on Leng Haochen at all, his own father walked in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes didn't look at him, and went straight upstairs.

Leng Yi'an was ignored again, even if he waved his little fist at his father's back to protest, it didn't have any effect.

He couldn't remember the first time he had been ignored, but every time before, it hadn't hurt his mind so much.

Mom and Dad began to sleep in separate rooms.

It's over, they must have quarreled.

Leng Yi'an can be sure now.

Does this mean that most of the plans he has helped before have cracks, and the relationship between his parents has encountered a crisis, which is a double failure and blow for him.

Seeing Leng Haochen decisively enter the master bedroom without looking back, Leng Yi'an jumped off the sofa at home, and his little short legs quickly ran over and pulled Uncle Wang's hand.

"Grandpa housekeeper, Mom and Dad seem to be arguing, what should I do? I think we should find a way to remedy it. Leng Yi'an frowned his little eyebrows, and his little face was twisted into a white and fat little bun.

Uncle Wang was busy in the kitchen just now, but the night was quiet, and he also had a full view of what had happened before, and of course he understood what the little master wanted to do.

"Little master, what do you want to do?" Uncle Wang was worried, worried about some irreconcilable contradiction between Leng Haochen and Song Xingchen.

It's just that now, one doesn't speak, the other doesn't want to speak, and Leng Yi'an and Uncle Wang don't know what happened between the two.

Leng Yi'an drooped his little head and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

Uncle Wang bent down slightly and stood on the side of the little cute baby.

"If only we knew why they were arguing." Leng Yi'an had a headache, obviously his parents looked sweet last night.

Obviously, even he, a little friend, knows that if there is a contradiction, it must be communicated clearly, otherwise it will explode as it accumulates.

"Now I don't know the situation, just look for an opportunity to investigate, the young master and the lady ignore each other, we can break them one by one." Seeing the little young master's pouting and distressed appearance, Uncle Wang began to make suggestions.

When Leng Yi'an heard it, he felt that what he said was reasonable, and he immediately came to his senses.

"Yes, it's total, I'm in front of my father, tell me more about my mother, my father is so boring, waiting for him to open his mind, I really don't know, when do I have to wait?"

Dad has always been a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person, and his face is stinky to death.

I looked back and thought about the benefits of the other party, and slowly softened my heart.

Uncle Wang answered: "Madame is understanding, if she knows that the young master is also thinking about her, she must be ruthless and continue to snub the young master." ”

The two of them had already discussed the strategy as soon as they said a word, and Leng Yi'an had never racked his brains like this when he usually wrote homework and solved problems.

As he spoke, the door suddenly opened the door again.

Leng Yi'an poked out his little head to look, his black eyes widened, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement.

I saw Leng Haochen as if he had just taken a shower, his black hair was slightly wet, and his loose and simple pajamas couldn't hide his cold and noble temperament, but at this moment his gloomy face, thin lips pursed into a line, and the whole person was as cold as a cold.

He slowly went downstairs and poured a glass of water, and when he drank it, he caught a glimpse of the rose that Song Xingchen casually placed in the vase on the living room table, and his face darkened again.

Under the silent gaze of Leng Yi'an and Wang Bo, Leng Haochen walked towards the flower without squinting.

He walked to the trash can with the cup he had just drunk in one hand and the innocent flower in the other, and threw it away mercilessly.

Uncle Wang thought in his heart that it was a pity, why did he throw away such beautiful flowers?

Leng Haochen then put the water cup back in place, as if nothing had happened, and went upstairs on his own.

The whole process went naturally and with irrefutable domineering, and the victim, Red Rose, could only lie alone in the trash can and be discarded.

Uncle Wang and Leng Yi'an glanced at each other, and they both saw the meaning of wonder in each other's eyes, but they couldn't figure it out for a long time.

"Are you just losing the flowers?" Leng Yi'an scratched the roots of his ears, still considering the feasibility of sneaking the flowers back.

Uncle Wang also thought of a point with Leng Yi'an, but when the young master passed by them just now, the cold air pressure on his body was enough to show the young master's depressed mood, if they were found to be carrying him behind his back to pick up the flowers, how would the consequences be borne.

"Little master, the young master may have his own reasons for throwing away the flowers, right? We don't know the situation and take matters into our own hands, what if things get worse? ”

Under Uncle Wang's reminder, Leng Yi'an also resolutely gave up his plan just now.

After all, he was so frightened by his father's face that he shivered when the housekeeper grandfather didn't pay attention.

Leng Haochen returned to the master bedroom, and after drying his hair in distraught, he turned off the light and lay down directly on the bed.

In the dark, he was still thinking about the flower he had just lost, if Song Xingchen found out tomorrow, it would be 100% going to be angry, but even if he knew that she would be annoyed, he still lost it.

Because, he didn't want to keep the flowers that other men gave her.

Leng Haochen looked at the ceiling faintly, thinking in his mind, did his ignorance in the company today make her sad?

Wouldn't it be too much to go straight to the hospital without looking back, holding someone she didn't like?

He closed his eyes, and his mind was full of all kinds of Song Xingchen's appearances.

Leng Haochen opened his eyes suddenly, and everything dissipated into a cloud of smoke again, his tossing mood and his body tossing and turning on the bed reminded him that he needed Song Xingchen.

But the scenes of the crew, in the photo, she received flowers from Han Yuxuan, and her happy appearance also lingered in Leng Haochen's mind, and when he wanted to calm down and talk to her when he went home, the bedroom was empty as if no one had come.

Song Xingchen was not in the room, and went to the guest room alone, did he want to be separated from him?