Leng Haochen also failed to concentrate on making movements, and the warm fragrance of soft jade was in his arms, distracting him all the time.

The two people who haven't been able to communicate face-to-face for a long time feel each other's long-suppressed enthusiasm in the intimate embrace without saying a word, and the ice and snow slowly melt unconsciously.

The two didn't realize it, but the two hearts were already involuntarily attracted to each other.

"Your face is so red." Leng Haochen said suddenly.

Song Xingchen's hand loosened, and the whole person almost fell.

Fortunately, Leng Haochen hugged her waist in time and whispered, "An An is still counting, don't disrupt his rhythm." ”

Song Xingchen said angrily: "Then don't speak." ”

In response to her, Leng Haochen chuckled, tickling and tickling.

It wasn't until the end of the squat activity that Leng Haochen carefully put down Song Xingchen, and the gradually lively discussion beside him gradually started, but the two of them were not on the results announced by the host.

The moment the two looked at each other, Song Xingchen's heartbeat missed a beat, as if he was directly sucked into Leng Haochen's dark eyes like a bottomless abyss, and he couldn't resist immersing himself in it.

When Leng Yi'an ran over to take the hands of the two of them, Song Xingchen came back to his senses.

And Leng Haochen's gaze at her softened a little.

"Dad, you're too good, you're a full 25 points ahead of second place, it's a landslide victory." Leng Yi'an said happily that he deliberately pulled his father's favor value.

It's just that the little guy's bright smiling face made Song Xingchen feel a little more satisfied, and he didn't pay attention to the show-off in his tone for a while.

"It's your mother." Leng Haochen replied casually, and his breathing had eased up, but there were still a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Ahem, hard work." The crimson on Song Xingchen's face had not completely faded, and he subconsciously took out the tissue he carried with him and raised his hand to wipe his sweat, the action naturally made both of them stunned, so the blush on his face began to deepen again, and he lowered his head and pretended to be calm and stood aside.

Her appearance made Leng Haochen's mood even happier, and even her steps were much brisker: "Well, you cooperated very well." ”

Song Xingchen pursed his lower lip and didn't speak again.

Is it a good fit?

If they really had a tacit understanding and trust, they wouldn't have come to this point today!

Even though the atmosphere between the two has improved a lot, and there is still a natural interaction, after this sentence, the silence between the two is more serious than before.

Leng Yi'an realized that something was wrong and secretly gave his father a look.

Leng Haochen ignored his son's eyebrows without changing his face.

Since it was useless to give a look, I had to let the clever little guy break the silence: "Just now the people around me are praising you, I am now full of confidence in winning the championship, and the two people who will be waiting for the meeting will definitely not be able to stop Mom and Dad, let's go over quickly, I have begun to look forward to it!" ”

Leng Yi'an once again pulled Song Xingchen to the event location in the same way, sticking out his head and poking around, but unfortunately he was too small to see the game.

"It seems to have already begun, so we won't miss it directly, right?" Leng Yi'an was so squeezed that he couldn't see the activity scene, and his face was a little anxious: "Oh, I can't see it, it's squeezing me to death." ”

"It's started, but it's not our turn yet." Leng Haochen, who has always cherished words like gold, patiently explained this kind of entertainment activity to them: "At present, the No. 3 family is ahead. ”

Leng Yi'an gave up the idea of watching with a probe and began to try to jump, but no matter how much he jumped, how could a child of a few years be as tall as an adult.

After a few minutes of unremitting efforts, Leng Yi'an, who was sweating profusely, finally gave up the idea of watching the game in its entirety.

He glanced at Leng Haochen sadly, and was afraid that his desire would be too obvious and lose face, so he turned his head arrogantly and pretended not to care.

Song Xingchen couldn't help but laugh softly at his reluctant and self-complaining little expression.

It's just that there are several tall fathers in front of her, and she can't see An An when she picks it up, so she can't help but glance at Leng Haochen, but she can't ask him to help.

Leng Haochen glanced at the mother and son, bent down and hugged Leng Yi'an: "Can you see clearly?" ”

"Wow, that's so high." Leng Yi'an shouted, and when he saw many people turning around, he turned his face embarrassedly and buried himself in Leng Haochen's shoulder, and kicked his calf: "Dad, you let me down, it's time to go to the game." ”

Leng Haochen glanced at Song Xingchen and put the little guy down: "What you want, take the initiative yourself." ”

After a pause, his voice became even more muffled: "Dad may not understand your thoughts sometimes. ”

Leng Yi'an glanced at him awkwardly: "Got it." ”

He squeezed out of the crowd in reverse, exhaled when he found an open space, squatted on the side of the road and glanced in the direction of the podium from time to time, and then glanced at the two-person three-legged playing field a few times, and his restless little hands picked up the branches and poked them around, looking uncomfortable.

Could it be that he was so obvious just now? Is he too weak?

"Aren't you going to the game?" Leng Haochen walked to Leng Yi'an's side, and then calmly took Song Xingchen's hand and hugged his son with one hand: "Let's go." ”

He glanced left and right a few times, then began to make his way around the dense crowd, and it took a few minutes to easily occupy the front row.

Song Xingchen changed from the stunned feeling of being held at the beginning to the warmth of his palm.

Leng Haochen's deep and pleasant voice came from his ears: "During the game, you come to command, you shout start, and then shout the one-two-one password, An An and I follow your rhythm and run forward." ”

In just one sentence, everything is done, and the innate leadership ability is naturally highlighted.

Song Xingchen didn't have any opinions, and nodded obediently: "Okay." ”

Without too many words and explanations, before the game, the two tacitly put aside distractions, and it became the common goal of the two to get the prize that An An Xiang wanted first.

At the beginning of the game, Leng Haochen seemed to be afraid that Song Xingchen would be under too much pressure and cause wrestling.

He added: "Don't be afraid, run boldly, I will protect you." ”

The host was already calling their numbers, Leng Haochen led Song Xingchen on the stage, Leng Yi'an took the initiative to tie the ribbon, and then squatted down to help his parents tie the ribbon, which was very intimate.

The parents who watched it were even more envious.

This is someone else's child, so sensible!

Leng Haochen and Song Xingchen glanced at each other, and then invariably shifted their gazes to look ahead.

Then, the two of them put the little guy's arms around at the same time and waited for the host to announce the start.

Leng Haochen's sentence "I protect you" sounded repeatedly in Song Xingchen's heart.

As the whistle sounded, Leng Yi'an screamed: "You must win." ”

Song Xingchen smiled and said, "I must win." ”