"A guest? Is Meng Dongmo joking? Yesterday, I heard what your old lady Meng said about me. If I don't have the skin and face to come to the door again, what will others think of me? "

"Lingxi, what happened yesterday was that the uncles were wrong. They apologized to you. Your grandmother is old and she speaks badly. You must not worry about her."

Meng Xicheng's eyes are sincere at the moment. He can see clearly that the calculation in the shopping mall is totally inappropriate if it is put here by his niece.

"Yes, Lingxi. This time, the old lady said that she wanted to talk with you. Even if you don't give your uncles face, you should give it to your mother. Think about it, you. When you were your age, your mother had already left home and wandered for 27 years. It's a fake to say that she didn't miss home. Now it's hard to come back to Meng's home and do something for you You have to think about what you should do to break up with the old lady. "

"Come on, let's go. Remember, it's for my mother's sake."

Lingxi was really convinced by him. The old lady's heart was not bad, but the old resentment was too deep, which affected their generation.

Besides, she could feel that her mother respected and loved Mrs. Meng, just for herself

Xiaonuo stays in Lingxi's arms obediently, and his small eyes keep looking at them. His small expression is very lovely.

Meng Haotian became more familiar with the photos. When he first saw the photos on the Internet, he already had that feeling. At that time, he only felt that it was a matter of blood relationship.

Suddenly, Meng Haotian patted his head, "I said, how can I be so familiar with you? I saw you a long time ago."

Three people on the bus besides the driver looked at him at the same time. Meng Xicheng asked, "have you seen it before?"

"It's true. Once when Jiang Nan and I went shopping, we met a thief. It was this little guy who subdued us."

Meng Xicheng stares at him, and then looks at Lingxi. His expression has a kind of dogleg feeling.

"Niece, your brother-in-law usually has no other hobby, but dreams. Don't be angry!"

Meng Haotian looked at it suspiciously, "big brother, when did my hobby become a dream? Why don't I know? "

After a while, Meng Hao genius reaction, "boss, I'm not kidding, our little grandson can be powerful, how can you still not believe it?"

Lingxi looked at them, just hugged xiaonuo in his arms, and didn't say anything else.

"Mom, is the" little grandson "they call me?"

The soft, waxy voice came from this small mouth. Not to mention how soft and cute, even the two men couldn't help hugging him and wanted to give him all the good things.

Two people eagerly look to work properly Xi, eyes a moment not to leave.

Lingxi blinked twice, "Xiao Nuo, just call them" grandfather. "

Two people's eyes suddenly delimit on lose, bright eyes, instant dim down.

"How are you two grandfathers."

Two people comfort themselves that it's better to call "grandfather" than nothing.

"Ah, little grandson, what's your name?"

"My name is promise, promise of promise, promise of promise."

"That's a nice name. Come on, it's called 'uncle'. Uncle will buy you some sugar, OK?" The expression on Meng Xicheng's face is absolutely what Meng Haotian often sees Treachery.

Does he really think this kid is a three-year-old?