Chapter 224: The son's elbow turned outward

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"I didn't think much of it. He was clearly trying to limit my range of activities. Speaking of this, he was still a little indignant, and his fists were already clenched, "I said why he has been taking you out these days, it turned out that he sent someone to follow me." โ€

Holding his hands indignantly, Ling Han was a little annoyed.

However, she didn't agree with what she said, "Mother, maybe there is another reason why Daddy sent someone to follow you, in addition to worrying about you, maybe he cares about you?" โ€

This made Ling Han feel a little strange, and he turned his head slightly, "How do you know?" โ€

Care about? Ling Han really hadn't thought of this reason, but she also felt that it was not very likely.

In order to make sure that there was no gap between Ling Han and Feng Qianmo, Xiao Meng Qiqi could be regarded as open-minded, and nodded his head very seriously, "Mother, don't you look at who gave birth to me, it's just a genius child, what I don't know?" โ€

Seeing that Xiao Meng Qiqi didn't give an accurate word, Ling Han didn't say anything more, just skimmed over the topic, and said with a sneer, "It's really narcissistic." โ€

Ling Han, who had a straight face, finally raised a smile, which made little Meng Qiqi ease his mind. It seems that I successfully helped my father again.

When will my father and mother be able to really love each other?

When night fell, during dinner, Xiao Meng Qiqi always felt that something was wrong, originally he thought that Ling Han didn't mind what Feng Qianmo had done, or that he had forgiven Feng Qianmo.

But in fact, during the dinner, Ling Han didn't even look at Feng Qianmo, and even when Feng Qianmo gave her the vegetables, Ling Han had already sandwiched them into Xiao Meng Qiqi's bowl before they reached the bowl.

Looking at Ling Han in front of him with some grievances, the dishes were once again sandwiched into his bowl, Xiao Meng Qiqi couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up from his position with a "pout", "Mother, I don't want to eat so many dishes." โ€

With a roar that was close to rage, Feng Qianmo and Ling Han both set their eyes on Xiao Meng Qiqi's body and put it in his bowl.

At this time, his bowl was already piled up like a small mountain, which made Ling Han smile a little, "It's okay, eat more and grow up faster." โ€

However, little Monchiqi didn't appreciate it, "I don't want to eat so much, don't become a little chubby paper." โ€

At this time, Ling Han didn't say anything, just lowered her head, anyway, she just didn't want to talk to Feng Qianmo, she didn't want to contact Feng Qianmo.

She didn't like the one who was stuffed into her hands by Feng Qianmo!

Seeing that the scene was about to freeze, Xiao Mengqiqi had no choice but to sit back in his position again, and then cast a resentful glance at Feng Qianmo, as if to say: It's all your fault, it's all your fault.

The methods had also been exhausted, and Xiao Meng Qiqi originally thought that he would be able to make Ling Han and Feng Qianmo argue when he was angry, but he didn't even make a sound.

This couldn't help but make little Monchich a little frustrated.

After dinner, Ling Han, who had already returned to the room, had been staying in Xiao Mengqiqi's room and had no intention of leaving.

Seeing that the moon was already hanging high, little Mengqiqi couldn't help but yawn, "Mother, don't you go back to sleep?" โ€

He knew what was going on, but he deliberately pretended not to know.

Ling Han, who was asked, was a little embarrassed, but he quickly spoke, "Mother, wait for you to sleep." โ€

Stretched out his hand and stroked little Mengqiqi lying on the bed, "Okay, it's okay." When you go to sleep, your mother will naturally go to sleep. โ€

The mood was still a little unstable, and Ling Han didn't intend to compromise like this, she didn't even know why she wanted to be angry with Feng Qianmo, but her heart was really heavy, and she didn't want things to pass like this.

It's in one place again. Little Meng Qiqi raised his head and swept Ling Han's eyes before he spoke, "Mother, since you are not happy, why don't you ask your father for clarification." โ€

It's obviously something that can be solved by two people together, but it's entangled here, and it's really speechless.

Ling Han also knew very well what Xiao Meng Qiqi was talking about, but he didn't expect his emotions to leak out so obviously? Even little Monchich can see it?

was about to bury his emotions deeply, but Xiao Meng Qiqi said clearly, "Mother, you are also the one who gave birth to me and raised me, since I was born, you have been by my side, your emotions have changed, I understand that it is a normal thing." โ€

As if like a little adult, little Monchiqi said very seriously, "I don't know what happened to you and your father, but didn't you say it before?" If there is something between people who trust each other, they must say it as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a misunderstanding. โ€

Seeing that Xiao Meng Qiqi was quite serious and focused on his body, Ling Han also knew that he couldn't hide his emotions, so he reached out again and stroked Xiao Meng Qiqi's head, "You don't care about these things, my mother can solve it herself." โ€

He glanced at Ling Han in front of him with disdain, and then Xiao Meng Qiqi ignored what Ling Han said, and said in disbelief, "Mother, don't fool me." โ€

"It's not like I don't know your temper." Little Monchich muttered, "Like a cow, he loves to drill the horns of a cow." โ€

When the words fell, Xiao Meng Qiqi received Ling Han's deep hygienic eyes very smoothly, "Do you know that you are slandering your mother and me when you say this." โ€

Ling Han was not allowed to move the topic to another at all, and Xiao Meng Qiqi continued to speak, "Mother, I think Daddy must care about you before he sends someone to spy on you." โ€

Although he had already said such things during the day, Xiao Meng Qiqi still said again, but this time, Ling Han was not silent.

"To imprison one's freedom in the name of love is narrow."

Even if little Meng Qiqi couldn't understand it, Ling Han still said it. She really doesn't like such selfish love.

If Feng Qianmo really cared about her, she shouldn't have spied on her and let her do what she had to do; If she sent someone to monitor because she cared, she would rather not have this perverted way of possession.

However, little Meng Qiqi did not give up, and continued to speak, "Mother, have you ever thought of another possibility? โ€

He didn't speak, but Ling Han kept his eyes on Xiao Mengqiqi's body, and at the same time motioned for Xiao Mengqiqi to continue.

In fact, she already had doubts in her heart, but she buried her doubts deep in her heart.

Seeing that Ling Han did not resist, Xiao Meng Qiqi continued to speak, "Mother, you can think about it, from the beginning when you married your father, it was because you were afraid that I would be hurt. โ€

The analysis was methodical, and Ling Han also listened to it word by word.

"You went out alone for the rest of the day, and no one knew what you were doing; Maybe Daddy was afraid that you would leave alone, so he sent someone to follow you and keep an eye on your whereabouts. โ€

This was originally very reasonable, but it was a little abnormal when it came out of Mengqiqi's mouth from a young age.

Some curiously looked at little Monchiqi on the bed, and looked at him thoughtfully.

Little Meng Qiqi on the bed didn't even know what was going on, when he saw Ling Han's gaze, he was a little worried, and he actually seemed a little weak in his heart, "Mother, what are you looking at me like this?" โ€

"It's scary in the middle of the night."

Although he tried his best to hide his emotions, Ling Han saw it clearly, and the doubts in his heart became even bigger, "How do you know that Feng Qianmo has such a mind?" โ€

Such a sentence is not like a child can say, but it is normal to put it on your own children. However, how could little Meng Qiqi know what was going on in Feng Qianmo's mind?

He also told her that Feng Qianmo might be afraid that she would leave alone before sending someone to monitor her.

Although Ling Han had never thought about it in this regard, it didn't mean that Ling Han didn't believe what Xiao Meng Qiqi said.

Whether this is true or not, the main thing is why little Monchich knew.

The corners of her mouth pulled up slightly, and her appearance of smiling or not smiling made Xiao Mengqiqi on the other side feel a little chill in his heart, and he seemed to be a little weak.

"Mother, I, I, why can't I know." After a while, he seemed to have found his own tone, but the words he said were so reluctant.

Ling Han, who was already skeptical, heard his far-fetched answer, and his suspicion became even greater, and he looked at the little Meng Qiqi in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Really?" โ€

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Little Monchiqi opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and then he tried hard to spit out a few words, pretending to be righteous, and puffed up his chest, "When, of course! โ€

Seeing that Xiao Meng Qiqi was still planning to hide himself, the corners of Ling Han's mouth curled up slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger, "Then you tell me why you can know." โ€

This is obviously Feng Qianmo's idea, but when it comes to him, it is completely said; Whether it's or not, there's definitely something wrong with that.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck, and when he faced Ling Han's blazing, sword-like gaze, Xiao Meng Qiqi stretched out his hand and blocked in front of him.

"I, can't I guess?"

As if such an excuse was enough, little Monchiqi spoke again, "I'm such a smart child, why can't I guess what my father thinks." โ€

"Besides, my father and I have a father-son sensibility."

He said it as a matter of course, although it was not as far-fetched as just now, it still failed to dispel Ling Han's doubts.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the little Meng Qiqi in front of her, and saw that he was still forced to calm down, and she wanted to laugh in her heart, but she wanted to know her answer more than she could, and make sure what she thought in her heart.

"I'm not sure if there is a father-son induction, but you and your father have been separated for so many years, and now it is only a short time in King Jing's mansion to say father-son induction, then you should tell your mother, is there a so-called mother-son induction with your mother."

This sentence was a little stumped for little Monchiqi, and he closed his eyes, thinking about how he should answer.

But Ling Han didn't give him a chance, but said directly, "Mother doesn't embarrass you, look at you like this, you don't have a mother-son connection with your mother." โ€

looked at the little Meng Qiqi in front of him with some grievances, and then Ling Han turned his head to the side as he pretended to be heartbroken, expressing his disappointment, and sighed: "Hey, others say that this daughter is turning her arm outward, but now I fully feel that my son is also turning his elbow out." โ€

She looked as if she had really been hurt by little Meng Qiqi, and Ling Han also covered her heart in great pain, saying that she was particularly heartbroken.