Chapter 903

Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen come out of the bathroom after washing.

Ji Qianchen took the porridge and handed it to Ling Xiaohan. "It seems a little cold. Why don't I go to the kitchen and change another bowl for you?"

"No, I'm not that charming." Ling Xiaohan took her hand, took the bowl, picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth.

I tasted it slowly.

A pungent and pungent taste goes straight to the taste buds, and the hot feeling spreads all over the body.

Ling Xiaohan wrists his brow to resist the exciting and uncomfortable taste spreading in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Ji Qianchen looks forward to Ling Xiaohan. Although it's just a bowl of white porridge, there is no technical difficulty, but she can cook the porridge in this way, which is very capable.

Ling Xiao was oppressed by cold, swallowing his saliva

"Then eat more."

Ji Qianchen urges him to continue eating.

"What did you put in there?"

"Nothing." Ji Qianchen said truthfully.

"What's the green one?" Ling Xiaohan stirred the bottom of the bowl with a spoon.

A layer of green things floated down to the porridge noodles.

"Let me smell it." Ji Qianchen took the porridge and smelled it. A pungent mustard smell rushed into his nose.

"Mustard!!!"

"Well, you want to murder your husband?" Ling Xiao gets up calmly from the sofa.

The discomfort in his mouth is much better. He can stand the first taste, but he can't stand the second.

"I No, I didn't put it? I cooked porridge! " Ji Qianchen laments the injustice.

She knew that Ling Xiaohan couldn't eat anything too spicy and exciting, so how could she put mustard in the porridge.

"Forget it, mustard porridge. It's not delicious to drink occasionally." Ling Xiaohan is not going to mind this anymore.

"No, I'm going to find out."

Ji Qianchen hurried downstairs with the bowl.

Ling Xiaohan also went downstairs.

Ji Qianchen came to the housekeeper with the bowl. "Housekeeper, do you see who has entered our bedroom?"

"Little young master has been in." The housekeeper replied truthfully.

"Ling Yichen? This little bunny Ji Qianchen raised his voice.

This stinky boy plucks hair on the tiger's mouth again. I'm tired of living.

Ling Xiaohan didn't want to investigate. Ling Yichen did it. His attitude changed immediately.

I'll start murdering my father now, and I'll get it later.

Drag Ji Qianchen to sit on the sofa, "housekeeper, bring Ling Yichen here."

"Yes, sir."

The housekeeper went to the toy house to find Ling Yichen.

When Ling Yichen was held in front of Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen, he blinked a pair of round eyes and looked at the two adults in court.

"Mom and Dad, it's so serious. Don't be so scared."

Ling Yichen is wringing his fingers. The performance is pure and harmless, which makes people unable to get off their hands.

"Yechen, Mommy asked you, the bowl of porridge in our bedroom, is it mustard you put?" Ji Qianchen rarely questions Ling Yichen seriously.

It's time to set up the image of a strict mother. We can't overindulge this child.

"Yes, it must be tasteless to drink porridge after seeing my father. I asked my kitchen aunt for a mustard. How about it, father, does it taste good?" Ling Yichen's honest explanation, there is no way to get rid of it.

"Would you like to try?"

Ling Xiaohan took up the bowl of mustard porridge which was not finished and handed it to him.

"No, Dad, good things should be given to Dad."

"Good things, dad usually leave them for his son to eat. Come here and have some. It's delicious." Ling Xiaohan has dug with a spoon and squatted down and handed it to Ling Yichen.

Ling also Chen run, "Mommy, father abuse me."

Ji Qianchen leaned on the sofa and watched the play. "Yichen, Mommy is on your father's side this time."

"Well, Mommy, even you don't love yechen." Ling Yichen runs around the living room.

Ling Xiaohan simply put away the bowl of atheroma, and took a long step to pick up Ling Yichen, and then carried him to the sofa. "You don't fight for three days and go to the room to uncover the tiles? What else can I do with this? "

"No more."

"Can I guarantee it?" Ling Xiaohan asked seriously, this child is so skinny, now he is not well educated, and later he can't be sure that it will turn over.

"Daddy, I will never put mustard in the future. I will put cockroaches in the future."

"Poof..." Ji Qianchen and rob in the living room laughed at Ling Yichen's promise.

"Well, you don't cry until you see the coffin."

Ling Xiaohan throws Ling Yichen on the sofa, then holds his mouth, scoops up a mouthful of porridge, and delivers it to him.

Ji Qianchen was afraid that Ling Xiaohan would come to the real place. He hurriedly got up to stop him. "Forget it, husband. Chen can't eat spicy food.""Dare you?"

"Dad, there's a reason why we put mustard. You have to listen to yechen's explanation. " Ling Yichen blinked a pair of talking star eyes and began to argue for himself.

Ling Xiaohan stared at the boy and asked without expression, "I'd like to see what you can argue for yourself. Let's talk."

"Because yechen is jealous. Daddy is so big. Mommy feeds porridge to Daddy. Yechen doesn't have any porridge. Yechen is angry. Who makes mommy love you more?"

Ling Yichen's face was unhappy with his little mouth, and Wei Quba's face was wrinkled in one piece.

Ling Xiaohan grabs Ling Yichen's hand and releases it gradually. He puts down his spoon and becomes happy. He pulls his sleeve and raises his eyebrow and says, "isn't it natural that your mother loves me more? Don't have another time, or you will look good. "

Ling Xiaohan finally let Ling Yichen go.

Who told this kid to say something nice.

"Yichen baby, mummy swear, there's really no bias. Your father is in a bad mood recently. It's understandable that mummy cares more about him."

Ji Qianchen was afraid that the father and son would fight, so he hurriedly went forward to be a peacemaker to resolve the conflict.

"Oh, yechen is in a bad mood, didn't Mommy see it?" Ling Yichen pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks.

"Then what does yechen want mommy to do? Is yechen happy?"

"Mommy, I want porridge."

Ling Yichen shouted in front of Ling Xiaohan.

"Son, didn't you just eat meat and don't eat porridge?" Ji Qianchen is stunned.

This son's character is not like Ling Xiaohan, but the vinegar is the same. It's just copy and paste.

"I want to eat now."

"Well, two ancestors, I'll go to the kitchen and fill it for you." Ji Qianchen got up and went to the kitchen.

Ling Xiaohan and Ling Yichen are sitting on the sofa with arms in their arms. No one cares.

After a while, Ling Yichen took the lead in launching the topic.

"Daddy, can I discuss something with you?"

"What?"

Ling Xiao asked coldly.

"Can you give me Mommy? I can give you all my lucky money." Ling Yichen asked very seriously.

The father and son seem to be in a high-level negotiation.

The ownership of Ji Qianchen.

"No!"

It's totally non-negotiable.

"Well, there's only one Mommy. Daddy doesn't want me to rob Mommy. Why did he give birth to me?"

Ling Yichen is angry.

"You It was an accident. "