Chapter 153

It has been several days. He secretly observed Su Qianmian, cooking, babysitting, cleaning up the housework, teasing the dog, washing out all her clothes, and then put them in the yard to dry.

Yangyang stood next to him with broken arms and legs, handed clothes to his mother, and diligently picked up skirts, short sleeves, breasts/masks...

His mother pretended to be calm: "Oh, Yangyang is great. He can help his mother work."

Yangyang was encouraged to work harder. His mother took another one before she finished it, leggings/pants, jeans, underwear...

His mother panicked; "Yangyang can't do this. My mother blushed. Go and play with Dad."

Dad, Xun Mochen, who peeped, was shocked and hurriedly turned around to read the newspaper.

It's just that Yangyang hasn't come over for a long time and is still handing clothes to his mother. Xun Mochen was very disappointed.

Su Qianmian, with a two-year-old son, suddenly appeared in his life, as if he had been in his life, and then continued.

It's okay for Yangyang to follow his mother, and he gradually became familiar with him. However, he is just familiar. Compared with his mother, he is still nothing.

Only when Su Qianmian was away, Yangyang retreated and asked for Xun Mochen to hug him. When Su Qianmian was there, Xun Mochen didn't want to touch him.

At this moment, Xun Mochen sat in the living room with Yangyang in his arms. Yangyang was eating his cookies - that was specially bought by his mother for him to supplement calcium!

Xun Mochen fed Yangyang a bite and took a bite by himself, waiting for Su Qianmian's meal.

Su Qianmian's table tennis table tennis was ready to be served. Yang Yang broke away from Xun Mochen's arms and hugged Su Qianmian's thigh.

Su Qianmian complained and said to Xun Mochen, "My son is too clingy. In the future, my father's education work should be in place."

Xun Mochen nodded.

A family of three began to eat.

Someone knocked on the door, Su Qianmian opened the door, and Yang Yang followed.

When he opened the door, it turned out to be Xun Mohua.

Xun Mohua knew from Cheng Yi'an that Su Qianmian was back with a two-year-old handsome young man, but when he really saw Su Qianmian, he was still shocked.

She still flashed a pair of bright big eyes, but it was different from the girl who played the violin at the school celebration. It seems to be the same. Is it the same?

"Su, Su Qianmian?" Xun Mohua stabbed a little.

Then he saw Su Qianmian's small hairy head behind his thighs, wearing a sweater, and his whole body was like a wool ball, and his big watery, dark and bright eyes were simply cute.

Xun Mohua suddenly fell in love with this little guy.

Su Qianmian touched her son's head: "Call me uncle."

The wool ball twisted and refused.

"Then you can sleep by yourself tonight."

The little wool ball pulled the fucking corner of his clothes and shouted at Xun Mohua, "Dudu."

The little guy couldn't pronounce it accurately, and he pouted and said a beep.

Xun Mohua's heart! It's all melted!

Tut, this clever and cleverness is the same as when he was a child! Xun Mohua thought.

This meal was simply very happy. Xun Mohua changed his style and shook the little wool ball. Later, he also teased Bian Mu Xiaohei. The wool ball laughed. Later, he didn't know what was wrong and was teased by Xun Mohua to cry.

Xun Mochen grabbed the magazine at hand and smashed Xun Mohua's head: "Bully my son, you have grown up!"

Xun Mohua was stunned, and then he was moved! His brother is back again! Does that mean that his liberation from the president's office is just around the corner?

The wool ball went to bed early. Su Qianmian arranged for him to sleep, gently closed the door, and prepared to wash and go to bed.

"Shallow." Xun Mochen suddenly appeared behind her like a ghost, and a strong breath wrapped her in an instant.

Su Qianmian stammered: "Oh? Uh-huh."

"When are you leaving?"

Su Qianmian suddenly looked up at him with a puzzled face.

Xun Mochen looked at her seriously and repeated, "When are you leaving?"

Su Qianmian bit her lip and asked, "We?"

Yes. When will you leave?

Su Qianmian was a little angry: "Do you hate me so much?"

The impulse to hold her in his arms was like a handful of needles. With the blood tingling all over his body, Xun Mochen felt the fingertips of ten fingers and bursts of pain.

Xun Mochen leaned against the wall, and a handsome but thinner face was hidden behind the dim yellow light of the wall lamp, and did not answer Su Qianmian's question.

Su Qianmian wants to get angry and escape, but she can't.

So...

Su Qianmian was angry with a small face and said to Xun Mochen, "Did you get angry when Xun Lang said that he misses his father in the afternoon?"

Xun Mochen was stunned: "Xun Lang?" Then he understood, with a look in his eyes, and said with a poisonous tongue, "It turns out that it's called Xun Lang... Xun Lang, it's not bad. I thought you would take the sun for him with your IQ.

Su Qianmian said seriously, "His nickname is Yangyang, which means Chaoyang."

This is the hope and strength he once gave her.

Xun Mochen glanced at Su Qianmian. Su Qianmian suddenly felt that his heartbeat accelerated a few times, and his little face turned red.

Damn it! In the past two days, it has been like an armored tank. The defense line is strong, as if the two have been going smoothly until now. In three years, there has been no hatred, no thought, no pain.

But when he was looked at by Xun Mochen, Su Qianmian felt a little sign of collapse.

Xun Mochen raised his eyebrows slightly: "When he squatted and didn't say anything, or when he taught him not to speak well, I was thinking, how could he be my son? When I saw you later, I finally understood.

Su Qianmian didn't care about the burying in his tone, and quickly explained the ownership of his son: "My mother was what I taught him to say, and my father was self-taught, and then shouted at Shen Cheng. Do you understand what this means? I just had a little self-awareness. He has realized that he is different from others. He doesn't have a father! Are you still going to drive me away now?

Xun Mochen clenched his fist and then let go.

"Hmm."

Su Qianmian felt a pain in his heart.

Then he covered his face with his hands: "Do you hate Xun Lang? Isn't it? But what did he do? He just scraped the glass table with a stainless steel spoon, but he tore your book and broke your keyboard, but he ran all over the house with a shrill voice during your video conference, but he peed all over - but it's not because he didn't know you well! What else does he do? You can't find the seal by moving everything in the house? Pulled out your orchid? Have you ever been covered with rice dregs? But it's your fault. Why did he tease him when he was eating? Poorly, he kindly took out the cucumber in his mouth and gave it to you to eat..."

Xun Mochen covered his face feebly: "Stop..."

Su Qianmian didn't care and continued to complain: "You can only tease him and then coax him with a broken tank and aircraft robot, and then cry and coax him... How can you have such a perverted hobby?"

Xun Mochen touched his nose and was forced to go back to his room to sleep.

You have to take your time. He can't let Su Qianmian stay by his side.