Chapter 642

Ling Xiaohan has been playing the role of a strict father all these years. When everyone in the family is pampering Ling Ling Yichen, he doesn't.

He knew how to grow into a man, not a spoiled dandy.

Hear to want to hit a meal, Ling Yichen climbs down from the sofa, fiercely enters Ji Qianchen's bosom.

The eyes were full of tears, but they didn't cry.

"Baby, what's the matter? Tell mommy if you're sad. "

Ji Qianchen picked him up and gently patted Ling Yichen on the back, appeasing him.

Every time the child didn't cry, he was frightened to cry by Ling Xiaohan.

"Don't you like yechen, and you will be good after that. Don't make daddy angry, OK?"

Hearing this, Ji Qianchen was suddenly shocked, and turned to Ling Xiaohan to wipe off a trace of anger.

Ling Xiaohan, bully my son again. I will fight with you.

"No, no, Dad actually likes yechen. Have you seen the scar on dad's back? These are also Chen when he was a child, father Qu fought his life to save you. Father Qu loves and loves little Yi Chen very much, but he can't express it. "

"I love you so much. Why don't you say that? Mommy loves me so much that she says it every time. "

The child, like a little adult, accused Ling Xiaohan of doing it.

"That's because your father is sullen. He didn't say it when he used to like mommy."

"Mommy, what is sullen?" Ling Yichen lies on Ji Qianchen's shoulder and asks with tears.

Not far away, Ling Xiaohan was hurt by Ji Qianchen's sullen words.

This woman, actually uses sullen to describe him.

"Sulao is your father, so your father is sulao."

"After that, I will not call you daddy or sulao, will you?" Ling Yichen asked in tears.

"Poof..." Ji Qianchen was overwhelmed by his son's strange brain circuit.

Have a fight with Ling Xiaohan. He is worthy of his son.

Ling Xiaohan didn't know when he came to Ji Qianchen's back. "That's how you taught your son?"

Hearing this voice, Ji Qianchen smiled awkwardly, turned around and immediately counseled, holding the child, "son, it's better to call Daddy, daddy is more pleasant."

"Ling Yichen, come down." Ling Xiaohan ordered solemnly.

"Daddy, why should I come down?" Ling Yichen is the second person in the family who dares to confront Ling Xiaohan.

"I'll hold your mother."

"Mommy's mine." Ling Yichen opens his hand and hugs Ji Qianchen's neck like an octopus. He lies on her shoulder, but does not let go.

Ling Xiaohan put out his hand around his waist and pulled Ling Yichen out of Ji Qianchen's arms. "So adult, do you want your mother to hold it, not ashamed?"

"Father, you are not ashamed, you are not ashamed, you are older than me, older than me, father is bad."

Ling Yichen struggles desperately in Ling Xiao's cold arms.

Finally, Ling Yichen is thrown back to the ground by Ling Xiaohan.

Later, he took Ji Qianchen's hand and went upstairs. "Let's go and discuss the education of children."

"I don't think my education is a problem."

Ji Qianchen desperately wants to get rid of his hand.

Ling Xiaohan simply squatted down, in front of so many people in the living room, carrying Ji Qianchen upstairs.

The faces of Lingxiong and Su Wan on the sofa are full of kind and embarrassed smiles.

This family, for three years, is so hot and noisy every day, looks not peaceful, but is very happy.

"Young master, do you need my help?" Rob is in love with Ling Yichen and is ready to reach out to hold Ling Yichen on the ground.

"No, mummy said. Men need to be strong." Ling Yichen is not a bird, he is ready to get up.

At this time.

A white, soft hand came to him, "I'll hold you."

This is Cheng Xuan's little hand.

Ling Yichen looks at the hand and the beautiful face of Cheng Xuan.

Stretch out your little hand and put it on.

"Hahaha..."

Lingxiong and Su Wan on the sofa gave a tacit smile.

Rob, who was standing by, drew his face, white and green.

It's too obvious that the young man is lecherous and frivolous.

Only four years old

It's amazing.

Holding Cheng Xuan's hand, Ling Yichen's depression all disappeared in the evening.

"Thank you, sister Xuanxuan."

"You don't have to thank me, mummy. I want to help the children who fall down."

For the first time, Cheng Xuan said a very long sentence.

Ling Yichen touched his little head and suddenly responded, "I didn't fall down. I was thrown down by my father."

"Oh."

Cheng Xuan gave a light reply.

"But I won't make my father feel better later, sister Xuanxuan, please look at me."Ling Yichen snorted coldly, his delicate little mouth curled slightly.

The night passed.

The next day's birthday party.

Lingshigong castle is very lively inside and outside.

Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen invited several friends because they didn't want to entertain too many guests.

After breakfast, Ling Yichen takes Cheng Xuan around the palace castle.

Palace castle is like a maze, but Ling Yichen knows every corner as well as his fingers.

The servant followed the two children, not to disturb their "date" but also to protect their safety.

At about ten o'clock, Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen changed their clothes and went downstairs.

"Not yet? It's ten o'clock. "

Ji Qianchen looks at the time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Orange, by the way, Qi Yan Did you call? "

"He won't come." Ling Xiaohan leads Ji Qianchen to sit on the sofa.

"Did he know that the orange would come?"

"Probably."

Rob hurried in from the door. "Young master, young lady, young master Mubei and miss muying are here."

"Why did they come? We didn't send out invitations?" Ji Qianchen was very surprised. He didn't know where they got the wind.

"People have been outside the main hall. Do you want to invite them in or..."

"Come in, please." Ji Qianchen made up his mind and asked rob to hire someone.

Ling Xiao cold flies to a cold Mou, "invite my rival in love to the door?"

"Come on, Mubei people are now international popular models. There are many women around. They don't like me at all, OK?"

Ji Qianchen pinched the wrist of Ling Xiaohan.

These are all old stories many years ago. He still remembers them so vividly.

"Hard to say."

Ling Xiaohan is still on guard.

"Uncle Ling, sister, here I come." The unique voice of muying Oriole comes in from the door.

Mu Ying wears a bright yellow dress and flashes into Ji Qianchen's sight.

Three years later, she has graduated from university. Although she looks like a little girl, she is obviously more mature than before.

Wearing a long sweater, Mubei is wearing a pair of sunglasses, which makes her follow behind.

"Thousands, long time no see."

As always, I only greet Ji Qianchen and ignore Ling Xiaohan directly.

"Welcome, have you brought the present?" Ji Qianchen held out his hand and handed it to the two men.

"It's over. I won't let you in without a gift. Brother, have you bought it? I forgot. " Muying uses her elbow to top Mubei.

"I forgot, too." Mubei shrugs.

"Come and see off." The cold voice of Ling Xiao sitting on the sofa.