Chapter 1099

"In recent years, you are happy every day, we are with you, but he is wandering on the line of life and death, and it is not easy to escape from death..."

"Little mosquito, listen to your mother, you should not only understand him, but also be proud of having such a powerful father!"

"You know, he is the great hero of China!"

After a while, the little mosquito buried his face in the pillow and asked, "really?"

"Mom won't lie to you."

Zheng Meijia touched his soft black hair and said in a soft voice, "I know you can't accept it for a while, but mom hopes you don't exclude him. Anyway, he is your father. It's to save your grandfather song and the whole army that something happened. He didn't do anything wrong, did he?"

Small mosquito sucked nose, small mouth a Du, "but he hurt mother sad!"

Zheng Meijia speechless, gently hugged him.

"The matter between adults is very complicated. You are still young. When you grow up, you will understand. Darling, go down and apologize to him, OK?"

Little mosquito refused, "no!"

Zheng Meijia coaxed for a long time, but the little mosquito couldn't listen. The mother and son chatted in the bedroom for more than an hour.

When he went downstairs again, Wen Qing didn't leave.

The little mosquito pouted his mouth and said, "why don't you go? We're all going to eat! "

Wen Qing calmly said, "I know, so I'll stay here for a meal."

Little mosquito

I've never seen such a reasonable and powerful person playing a rogue!

Zheng Meijia pursed her lips, looked at Huo Xiang, and asked him how he hadn't taken this guy away.

Huo Xiang shook his head slightly, indicating that it was unnecessary.

Besides, Wen Qing can't be driven away if he wants to.

Notice the eye contact between the two people, Wen Qing's poor smile disappeared.

After dinner, Wen Qing grabs Zheng Meijia's position and catches the mosquito to sit down on the other side.

Without squinting, he picked up the chopsticks and took aim at the glutinous rice ball. He picked up one and chewed it twice in his mouth.

Not bad.

"This is mine!" cried the little mosquito

Wen Qing picked his eyebrows. "It's in front of me."

If there were no glutinous rice balls on the table, little mosquitoes would like to lift the table directly!

It's yours in front of you?

Today I will teach you how to be a man!

He picked up the plate and poured all the balls into his bowl.

Before he had time to see Wen Qingtou, he had already stretched out a hand and quickly moved the figure to change the shadow, exchanging the rice bowls of him and the little mosquito.

Little mosquito

Ah, ah!

Mom also said that this man is guilty of his own heart!

Is that guilt? It's clearly hatred!

Zheng Meijia's mood is a little complicated.

In fact, she has long found that little mosquito and Wen Qing are very similar in many details, even in the taste of food.

"Give it back to me!" The little fellow cried out discontentedly.

Wen Qing put a chopstick of vegetables in his hand and said, "children should eat more of this, not picky."

Little mosquito disliked wrinkled nose, "I'm not a bug, don't eat grass!"

"If you eat more green plants, you can grow as fat and tender as insects."

Little mosquito

The two father and son refused to give in to each other. Huo Xiang looked at them, and his eyes inadvertently showed a trace of sadness.