Song Xingchen put away his self-blame, the most important thing at the moment is to quickly persuade the little guy to come out, otherwise wouldn't it be more pitiful for him to sulk alone?

There was still dead silence in the room, and this time there was not even a single movement.

Song Xingchen wondered if he had heard it wrong just now, there was no one in the room at all.

"An An ......" Song Xingchen thought about it, and began to lie at the door and pretend to be pitiful, and his acting skills were online in minutes, and the servants were stunned: "Mom really has to rush to work in the morning, for fear of disturbing your sleep, so she left without saying a word to you, are you angry with me?" Or do you dislike mom because of it? ”

Uncle Wang stayed by Song Xingchen's side, looking at her reddened eyes, and couldn't help but exclaim, Madame's emotions came up too quickly, right? If it weren't for her hunting move, which was ready to break down the door, he would have thought that she was really immersed in pity and self-reproach by now.

"If you really don't like Mom anymore, then I'd better leave." Song Xingchen still didn't see Leng Yi'an's reaction, so he simply made a ruthless move, deliberately took a few steps outside, stepped on his high heels, and raised his voice and said: "Anyway, I stayed for you, you don't want me anymore, why am I still staying here with a dead face?" ”

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, the door swiped open.

Leng Yi'an's eyes widened, and he rushed out anxiously: "Don't go." ”

As a result, when he looked up, he saw Song Xingchen looking at him with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "You are still here, where can my mother go?" ”

Leng Yi'an pursed her pink lips, her delicate eyebrows twisted into caterpillars, and she was angry in her heart, it turned out that her mother was just scaring him and deliberately deceiving him, and so many people were watching......

"You, you ......" The little guy's face turned red all of a sudden, then straightened his back, leaned against the door and ignored her outstretched hands, and said arrogantly: "Don't think too much, I'm not, I'm not afraid of being abandoned, I just want to breathe fresh air." ”

After speaking, he also took a few breaths of air hurriedly, his movements were exaggerated and cute, and he hurriedly hid the anxiety and worry in his eyes.

Tsundere and awkward, but it makes people feel even more distressed.

Song Xingchen couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, his son is so cute.

"An An is so cute and sensible, of course my mother can't bear you." Song Xingchen took the initiative to hug Leng Yi'an very cooperatively, and rubbed his red little face: "I like An An very much, I am reluctant to leave you, I want to go home and hug you every day after work......"

Leng Yi'an snorted coldly: "Do you treat me as a pet dog?" ”

Tsundere returned to tsundere, but Rou'er's soft little body squeezed into Song Xingchen's arms dependently, and said arrogantly: "I don't want you to coax, I'm not a three-year-old child." ”

Song Xingchen nodded: "How is this coaxing?" I'm confessing. ”

"Confession?" Leng Yi'an twisted his body and muttered in a low voice: "It's too unreserved, forget it, I know you like me so much, I reluctantly accept you." ”

Leng Yi'an lay on Song Xingchen's shoulder, and finally secretly showed a shy smile in a place that everyone couldn't see, and his little arm wrapped his arms around Song Xingchen's neck.

Rubbed it, like a little milk cat.

Well-behaved and obedient.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Wang couldn't help but lower his head, enduring the sourness in the corners of his eyes, he watched the little young master grow up, the little guy seemed to be domineering and arrogant, but in fact, he was extremely lacking in maternal love and security.

The little young master really likes his wife, which is why he relies on her so much.

Because of dependence, I care more.

After hugging for a while, Leng Yi'an became awkward again: "What are you all standing here for?" ”

Song Xingchen knew that the little guy was shy, so he hurriedly asked the maid to leave first, and then said to Uncle Wang: "Please send another hot meal, and I will eat with An An." ”

Uncle Wang said happily: "Okay, I'll go." ”

"I'm sorry." Song Xingchen pulled Leng Yi'an into the room, saw the quilt half-dragged on the ground, and very cleverly guessed the picture of the little guy jumping off the bed in a hurry just now, and his heart was soft and distressed.

Leng Yi'an hurriedly ran over to pick up the quilt and muttered, "I'm idle and have nothing to do to kick the quilt to play, don't think about it." ”

Song Xingchen couldn't help but smile: "Okay, I'll play with you after dinner, you can play anything." ”

Leng Yi'an still felt uncomfortable, twisted his head to look east and west, but he didn't take the initiative to look at her, and he didn't say anything about eating.

Uncle Wang quickly brought the food up: "Madam, these are all ingredients for nourishing the stomach and warming the stomach, let the little master drink some hot porridge to warm up the stomach first." ”

Song Xingchen picked up the porridge and coaxed An An to eat: "Mom feeds you?" ”

"I don't eat it." Leng Yi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers, but his tone was very firm: "I don't want to eat, Mom, you can eat." ”

Uncle Wang was anxious when he heard this: "Little master, if you don't eat, you will have problems with your body......"

Leng Yi'an had a straight face and said expressionlessly: "Forget about starvation, no one cares about my life or death anyway, I'm just a burden." ”

"This ......," Uncle Wang had to persuade again.

"Uncle Wang, let me come." Song Xingchen could see Leng Yi'an's rejection, and hurriedly asked Uncle Wang to leave first, and then closed the door, sure enough, when only the two of them got along, Leng Yi'an's demeanor relaxed a little.

He also quietly glanced at Song Xingchen, and when he saw that she was not angry, he quickly lowered his head: "Mom, you eat, I'm not hungry." ”

He still remembered what his mother had just said, and after a day of filming, he must have been hungry and tired.

Song Xingchen put down the bowl and gently rubbed Leng Yi'an's fluffy hair: "An An, can you tell your mother, why did you and your father quarrel?" ”

Leng Yi'an froze for a moment, turned his back and ignored her.

"If it's your father's fault, I'll definitely be on An An's side." Song Xingchen didn't mind his rejection, thinking of his 'burden', he felt very uncomfortable, and enlightened him more patiently: "An An, in my mother's heart, you are the most important, you are not anyone's burden, you are your mother's baby, understand?" ”

Leng Yi'an didn't have an expression in front of him, but his eyes turned red when he heard it, and he didn't want to be embarrassed by Song Xingchen, so he fell into the quilt and said in a vicious voice: "You are so numb." ”

"Love must be spoken, otherwise An An always misunderstands her mother, and I will be very sad." Song Xingchen patted the little guy on the back and said softly: "An An, is it okay to tell your mother if you are wronged?" I'll help you get justice. ”

Leng Yi'an buried it for a while before raising his head: "Aren't you afraid that your father will be angry?" When he's angry, he's going to curse, he's going to be fierce, he's scary. ”

Song Xingchen said in his heart, I had seen it last night, and they were still in a cold war.

"Don't be afraid, my mother will reason with him, and no one will be saddened and An An will be wronged." Song Xingchen thought that it was a big deal to get out when the time came, and he must untie the knot between the father and son, otherwise it would be An An who would be uncomfortable.

The little guy looked wronged at first glance and got into the horns.