Chapter 284

I only heard the little guy giggle, looking at the woman who fell into Nangong's arms, and said in a voice: "elder sister, uncle Nangong lied to you, but Yi'er is not his son. Yi'er is the child of Huo Yanchen, king of Jingnan. "

When the little guy mentions Huo Yanchen, he has a little adoration on his face.

Lingshi language more confused, King Jingnan? When did he have such a big child? In the past three years, they have come here almost every once in a while. They haven't heard that the cold man you have children.

But the thought that the beautiful little boy was not his child brought tears to his eyes.

"I didn't expect that boss Ling would cry, too?" He chuckled.

She was a little embarrassed. "... the kitchen has something to explain. I'll go first." She ran away with tears.

It's so embarrassing that I would cry because of this sadness.

"Does that sister like you?" The little guy saw through the beautiful sister and liked uncle Nangong.

That's why I'm acting with him.

"Why do you call her sister? Call me uncle? " He asked, grimacing.

It seems to taste delicious.

"Because my sister is about the same age as her mother, and she looks very beautiful." The little guy said what he thought.

"You mean I'm not pretty?"

"It's not better than father anyway." In the little guy's eyes, all people are not as good as their father and mother. Maybe it's the reason for the short guard.

As soon as he said this, Nangong almost choked to death, and the tea sprayed on his face.

Even if it is a woman, besides his mother, few dare to compare with Huo Yanchen.

But when he saw that the little guy's face was full of his own "masterpiece", he apologized in a hurry, for fear that he would go back and talk to his iceberg father.

"Uncle, do you like that sister, too?"

Nangong heard that she suddenly said, and helped him wipe his face. This little guy is very small.

Sure enough, after he has a child, he can't be allowed to read so fast. Otherwise, a little man like him would like to ask about some messy things.

"Why do you talk so much? Eat your buns. "

He stuffed him with a bun. But it didn't stop him.

"I'll marry her as my uncle if I like it." He took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun and then began to speak again.

"I used to like your mother? Are you going to marry her, too? If I married her, it would not be your turn to say these words to me. Sitting here may be the real father and son. "

I don't know who this little guy looks like? So talkative. It's cooked from scratch again.

If it's not for Huo Yanchen, who looks like him, I doubt it's not Huo Yanchen's own son.

"Mother doesn't love you. She only loves her father. And you can't beat your father. " He said with a smile.

Nangong was taken to the heart by this little guy.

"Your father thinks your mother loves him. If they hadn't known each other earlier than me, it would not have been your father's turn. " He spoke confidently, and he didn't know why he was so serious with a child.

"Big talk." He looked down at the man in the middle of the stage and didn't want to listen to this uncle's big talk.

When Nangong wanted to say something, he couldn't say it any more. After all, these things have happened.

Even if I meet Xi Yueer first, I can't guarantee that the beautiful woman will fall in love with me.

What's more, Yanchen and Yueer are more like predestined ones.

Nangong looked at the little guy with a smile, and saw that he was looking at the light yellow figure in the middle of the dance floor.

"Does it sound good?" Asked Nangong.

"It's OK, but it's not as good as my mother."

"Can your mother play the piano?" Can a general's daughter do the same?

"Yes, it sounds good. It's just that I haven't heard of it since I came here. "

The little guy said seriously to his eyes.

"Do you want to hear it?" Nangong is just a few minutes away.

"Will you?"

"No!"

"Why don't you ask Yi'er if you don't want to hear it?" The little guy is a little lost.

"But your father will!" Nangong sighed.

Huo Yanchen knows everything, not everything, but everything.

Nangong Xiao grits his teeth.

When I heard that it was my father's meeting, the little stars in my little eyes were more and more bright and moving.

Sure enough, my father is omnipotent.

Looking at the small worship on his face, Nangong Xiao is more jealous of Huo Yanchen.

"What do you know?"

"I'll stab you with a needle!"

"Oh" a very unsophisticated milk sound.

"Aren't you afraid?" When Nangong approached, he took out a small and long needle and put it in front of him.

But the villain in front of him is very calm to look at him and see what he will do.

"Little devil, can you pretend to be scared?"

Even though he is a child, Nangong still wants to show his style in front of him.

Nangong thought, how can't let this little guy to look down upon, at least also want to set up a tall image in the heart.

So he quietly put his hand under the table, and a little red bug appeared on his finger. He threw the bug at the man at the next table.

Eyebrows slightly frown, showing a not optimistic expression.

The little fellow looked at him and frowned.

"Your friend is OK. When I help him with acupuncture, he will wake up soon."

"Wait, you mean my brother is seriously poisoned?" My friend looks at Nangong Xiao in doubt.

"Exactly."

Nangong Xiao pricks the poisoned man with acupuncture and moxibustion, and dispels doubts.

He put a few on the top of his head and temples and gave the man his own antidote.

Soon the man woke up.

"What's the matter with me?" The man asked his friend.

Ling Shiyu saw a lot of people coming from a distance. "

She stood behind Nangong Xiao, and her voice rang out: "what happened here?"

The poisoned man's friend stood up and said angrily, "my brother poisoned you after drinking your tea here. What's your peace of mind? My brother has nothing to do with you. Why do you want to harm him? "

Ling Shiyu is puzzled. When did he poison others? I've been running this restaurant for so many years, but I haven't seen such a situation.

"If this brother hadn't been saved in time, I'm afraid my brother would have been harmed by you. You said, "what kind of black restaurant do you open?"

Ling Shiyu looks down at the man lying on the ground and Nangong Xiao. Nangong Xiao's eyes are a little dodgy.

She instantly understood something. She glanced at the two tea cups on the table. Her breath was steady and her face was as quiet as water. She said, "have you ever drunk the tea here at night

My friend bowed his head and thought for a moment. I drank it myself. Why didn't I have an accident?