Seeing her swear so much, Leng Yi'an's eyes lit up, and he immediately threw himself into Song Xingchen's arms, and said happily: "Great." Mom, I finally know how good it feels to have a mom now. You will sleep with me, tell me stories, when someone bullies me, you will help me bully back, and you will help me talk in front of my father, I like my mother so much. ”

"An An ......" Song Xingchen was moved in his heart, thinking that Leng Yi'an had no mother since he was a child, and he had been ridiculed by his classmates, but he never let Leng Haochen know what happened to him in school.

"Mom likes you too." Song Xingchen lowered his head and kissed Leng Yi'an's forehead, feeling very sorry for the little guy in his heart, and at the same time swearing in his heart that as long as An An regarded her as a mother, she would treat him better with her heart and love An An as her own child.

Anyway, she has no relatives in this world.

……

Day 2......

Although Leng Haochen didn't have a good time last night, his biological clock was still very punctual, but when he came downstairs, he didn't see Song Xingchen and Leng Yi'an coming down to eat, and his face suddenly sank: "Uncle Wang, go and ask the lady and the little master to come down for dinner." ”

He felt as if he was isolated by his wife and son.

"I'll take a look......" Uncle Wang saw that his face was not good, so he didn't dare to say anything, and hurriedly went upstairs to call someone.

Not long after, Uncle Wang went downstairs first.

Hearing the footsteps, Leng Haochen looked up, only to see Song Xingchen walking in front, holding Leng Yi'an in his hands, although the two of them tried desperately to make themselves look very natural, but the clasped hands and not very harmonious pace still revealed the tension in their hearts.

"Good morning, Dad." Leng Yi'an showed a white, pink and tender little face from Song Xingchen's side, tried to restrain her nervousness, obediently said hello, and sat down next to Song Xingchen.

Leng Haochen's eyes were stunned, and he was stunned on Leng Yi'an's face, and his complexion sank for a minute.

"Early." Song Xingchen saw that his eyes were not good, so he hurriedly blocked An An's face with a weak heart, took a glass of milk and handed it to him: "An An, drink some milk." ”

Leng Yi'an didn't dare to look directly at Leng Haochen's gaze, and hurriedly picked up the milk, wanting to cover up the little half of his face, and drank slowly.

Seeing Leng Yi'an's appearance, Leng Haochen slowly frowned, and suddenly put down his chopsticks and asked, "Song Xingchen, what's going on with An An's face?" ”

Song Xingchen and Leng Yi'an were both startled, the little guy subconsciously touched his face, but Song Xingchen held down his little hand and whispered, "Don't wipe it off." ”

She took a closer look and didn't notice anything wrong with Leng Yi'an's makeup, and the scars were well covered.

"What's wrong with An An's face?" Song Xingchen asked rhetorically.

Leng Haochen's tone was displeased: "You put makeup on him?" ”

"Huh?" Song Xingchen and An An didn't expect that Leng Haochen's eyes were so good, and they could see that something was wrong at a glance, and they immediately panicked.

Leng Yi'an was young, and he couldn't withstand Leng Haochen's powerful aura, so he hurriedly lowered his head and hid in Song Xingchen's arms, looking like he was shy.

"That, that's ......" Song Xingchen was in a hurry, hurriedly hugged An An's little head, and said seriously: "When I went to pick up An An at school yesterday, the teacher said that there was a stage performance in the class today that needed makeup, and I was afraid that the teacher at the school would not be good, so I did it myself." ”

She pulled Leng Yi'an out of her arms, pinched his little face, and deliberately asked, "It's okay to look at, right?" An An's foundation is good, I only put on a little foundation and blush......"

"Performance?" Leng Haochen looked at his son.

Leng Yi'an nodded without thinking about it, and said weakly: "The classmates are all going to perform on stage, everyone is wearing makeup, Dad, is my face ugly?" ”

Leng Haochen stared at him, frowned again, but didn't ask anything more: "Eat." ”

"Huh......" Song Xingchen and An An glanced at each other, and they both quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Yi'an picked up the milk that he usually didn't like to drink, swallowed it in small sips, and subconsciously didn't want his face to be exposed in Leng Haochen's sight.

Song Xingchen also intentionally or unintentionally helped him block, and even took the initiative to talk to Leng Haochen without anything to talk to, trying to divert his attention.

As everyone knows, Leng Haochen was silent on the surface, but in fact, he had already seen the small movements between the two people, but seeing that the two of them were more nervous than the other, he still didn't say anything.

After eating, Leng Yi'an took the initiative to hold his schoolbag and followed the driver to school, waving Leng Haochen through the half-closed window and outside the car: "Dad, goodbye." ”

Then, he pouted at Song Xingchen again: "Mom, I'm going to school." ”

Song Xingchen raised his hand: "Come on for the performance." Call your mom if you have a situation. ”

The two exchanged a tacit look, smiled coldly and humbly, and hurriedly let the driver drive away.

When the rear of the car disappeared from sight, Song Xingchen finally relaxed, and was still a little uncomfortable facing Leng Haochen, but he was not so nervous: "Leng Shao, aren't you going to work yet?" ”

"Get in the car." Leng Haochen opened the car door and said without refusal: "I will send you to the crew by the way." ”

Looking at his deep gaze, Song Xingchen always felt that he was in a thief's car, and then he felt that he was thinking too much, and she and Leng Yi'an didn't show any horses.

Thinking like this, she suddenly had some confidence, and hurriedly said, "Then thank you." ”

Anyway, it's not good to take a taxi here, and there is a car that doesn't rub in vain.

But not long after getting in the car, Song Xingchen regretted it a little, the car was too quiet, and Leng Haochen today was too serious, sitting in a precarious position, as if he was negotiating with someone in the mall, very serious.

Song Xingchen shrank into the corner, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

finally arrived at the crew, Song Xingchen breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to the driver: "Stop here for trouble, I'll just walk over." ”

She had just pulled the doorknob when someone held her shoulder.

"Song Xingchen." Leng Haochen leaned over from behind her, and his low-heat breath sprayed in her ears: "Are you hiding something from me?" ”

"Nope." Song Xingchen didn't know if Leng Haochen had discovered something, because of his weak heart, he immediately wanted to seal it and deny it.

"I'm here, Leng Shao, thank you for sending me over."

After speaking, Song Xingchen was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Leng Haochen: "Wait a minute." ”

Leng Haochen looked at Song Xingchen's eyes, propped himself on the window with one hand, and shrouded the person between himself and the seat of the car, and the powerful aura forced Song Xingchen to tilt his head back, and his upper body was about to lie down on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Song Xingchen's eyes dodged.

"Song Xingchen, I hate it when others lie." Leng Haochen raised his hand to caress her cheek, felt her slightly cold skin, and added, "Especially you." ”