Leng Yi'an had a small face, as if he hadn't seen Song Xingchen, and continued to tear the book.

"What's the use of asking for so many fairy tale books, no one tells me anyway." An An sobbed aggrievedly: "Don't watch it, I don't want to watch it!" ”

This sentence directly poked Song Xingchen's heart, and she felt even more sorry for An An.

"Baby An'an, it's not like Mom won't come back to tell you a story, I'm having something to do abroad with my father, and I really can't come back, didn't I explain it to you on the phone?" Song Xingchen patiently enlightened Xiao An'an: "And I remember the day I went abroad, you also promised me to be obedient at home." ”

"But now......" Song Xingchen looked around: "It seems that An An is not so well-behaved." ”

Leng Yi'an also listened to Song Xingchen's words, and felt that he had promised his mother that he had indeed not done it, but he was still angry.

"But, but if you and your father are playing abroad, and you don't take me with you, I'm just angry! Ignore you anymore! Leng Yi'an was so angry that he stammered when he spoke, and then pushed her away and ran downstairs, leaving Song Xingchen behind.

Song Xingchen held her forehead, feeling helpless, she didn't go to the mountains and rivers with Leng Haochen to enjoy the mountains and rivers and live happily, but to escape death and live the rest of her life!

But these can't be explained to the little guy, so he can only break his teeth and swallow the grievances in his stomach.

Song Xingchen chased An An downstairs and found that Leng Haochen was also undergoing the same treatment, An An chose to ignore Leng Haochen.

"Leng Yi'an, I'll give you one last chance, are you still messing around?" Leng Haochen's patience is really not as good as Song Xingchen's, and he is about to go crazy after only a few rounds.

I saw Leng Yi'an's little face bulging with anger, his eyes were red, and he was holding back tears in his eyes, which made people feel distressed when they saw it.

Leng Yi'an stood in front of Leng Haochen and stubbornly did not speak.

"Don't speak?" Leng Haochen asked in a cold voice.

Leng Yi'an was still silent, standing there motionless, with his neck held up and his little head held high.

Seeing that Leng Haochen was about to get angry, Song Xingchen hurriedly ran over.

"An An, why don't you tell your mother, how can you get angry?" Song Xingchen gave Leng Haochen a color, squatted down and asked Leng Yi'an softly.

However, Leng Yi'an didn't speak, turned on the TV by himself, and swaggered on the sofa to watch.

With his mother escorting, Leng Yi'an is not afraid of anything, and he is also holding his head high in front of Leng Haochen, and he is not afraid.

Seeing that the painstaking enlightenment did not work, Song Xingchen decided to adopt a feeding strategy...... Cook your own meal.

"An An, it's almost noon, is your little belly hungry? Otherwise, will Mom go and cook you a delicious meal? What do you want to eat? Song Xingchen came to the little guy's side: "groveling" asked, losing his smile......

However, in exchange for Leng Yi'an's cold eyes.

Leng Haochen was about to lose his look, the stinky boy actually bullied his woman.

Song Xingchen took Leng Haochen's hand and made a silent gesture: "Shh...... We still choose the policy of gentleness, guard against arrogance and rashness......"

Leng Haochen was amused by Song Xingchen, watching his wife and son fight, it seemed to be an interesting thing.

"Then, I'll make a few of your favorite dishes, okay?" coaxed Leng Haochen, and Song Xingchen went to coax Leng Yi'an again.

But it is clear that this time the son is more difficult to coax than the man......

Seeing that Leng Yi'an still had a cold face, Song Xingchen had no choice but to walk to the kitchen in a gloomy manner.

Leng Yi'an's gaze kept following Song Xingchen's back, but when she turned around, she immediately withdrew her gaze, as if she was hiding from her mother.

Leng Haochen caught his son's expression and reminded him: "Leng Yi'an, you are a man, you must learn to be considerate of girls, what kind of temper do you have!" It's not a three-year-old. ”

Leng Yi'an listened to Leng Haochen's words, and his little head was tilted, as if he was thinking about something.

Song Xingchen, who was hiding in the kitchen and eavesdropping, couldn't imagine that Leng Haochen could say such a thing, and his heart warmed.

This time, he seemed to be a lot more patient.

Soon, the meal was put on the table, and Song Xingchen hurriedly invited the little guy to come over and taste it.

Leng Yi'an walked to the table and kept swallowing his saliva, after all, he hadn't eaten his mother's cooking for many days.

"An An, try it, it's all an exclusive menu that I personally customized for you." Song Xingchen coaxed, for fear that he would be angry and not eat.

Fortunately, Leng Haochen glared at his son: "If you don't want to eat, I'll take your mother out to eat." ”

"Who doesn't eat it! This is my house, I can eat if I want. Leng Yi'an still pretended to be cold, sat on the seat and only took two bites of food, and went straight back to his room with a plate of shrimp dumplings.

Behind him was Song Xingchen's more embarrassing question: "An An, don't you want to eat any more?" ”

"Don't you like sweet and sour chops either? Drink a bowl of corn sweet soup? ”

"An An...... You take care of me. ”

However, Leng Yi'an didn't even look back and ran upstairs.

Before closing the door, Leng Yi'an deliberately stretched his neck and poked his head out to observe the expressions of the two adults outside, and saw that their faces were full of stunned and helplessness, so he closed the door with satisfaction.

"You haven't been with me for a few days, and I'm ignoring you, hum!" Leng Yi'an climbed onto the bed and muttered and complained in his small mouth.

But I didn't delay eating, and I stuffed shrimp dumplings into my mouth one after another, thinking that I wouldn't eat at all.

"It's all because my mother made it so fragrant!"

I don't know how many delicious things they ate together abroad! In the past, he was alone abroad, surrounded by a bunch of doctors and nurses, and his father rarely accompanied him.

Now that he has his parents, they left him and ran out to live happily.

An An was not happy.

Song Xingchen quietly pushed open a little crack in the door, and almost laughed out loud when he saw that the little guy was stuffing his mouth bulging, like a little bun.

But when will this little guy forgive himself?

Returning to the bedroom dejectedly, Song Xingchen sat on the edge of the bed, a little depressed, thinking about the little guy's Min'er feeling helpless in the past few days, and feeling distressed again.

"I should have come back sooner."

"How?" Leng Haochen came out of the shower and found that Song Xingchen had returned.

"I ate something, but I just ignored me." Song Xingchen lay on the bed and covered his head with a pillow.

Leng Haochen leaned over to the little woman and comforted softly: "It will be fine in a few days, your position in his heart is very important." ”

"However, An An has been so sad, and I'm also very worried." Song Xingchen slapped the bed hard: "No, compared to An An, what is face!" I'll pester him to tell him stories now, and I'll sleep with him at night. ”