Chapter 445

Jiang Anzhi looks at the mother and son who are already on the table. Their expressions are hurt. They don't even call him when they eat. Is his sense of existence so low

So frustrated

"Well? Are you going out so soon? " See shouldn't appear of person, breeze haze beginning a little surprised, say good three days three nights?

"It seems that it's full of inspiration. Your speed is also enviable."

“？” Jiang An's puzzled side Mou, for a long time just understand the meaning of wind LAN beginning, shake a head to say: "still short of."

"Eh?"

The wind haze beginning more puzzled, has not finished to pass? It's totally different from what little brother Chen said, but thinking of what little brother Chen said to her about Anzhi and Fuqi's past, Feng Lanchu once again thinks that, well, little brother Chen's words are all right, but most of the gossip about Anzhi is not credible.

At first glance, Feng LAN had already eaten half of the table. She quickly brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks for Jiang Anzhi

"I was thinking of cooking noodles for you later."

Hear wind LAN early so say, the grievance on Jiang An's face just a few minutes less.

"I just wanted to ask my father to have dinner, but my mother said my father was busy. If I interrupt his work, my father will be angry." Jiang Che put a chopstick dish into Jiang'an's bowl and asked seriously, "Dad, will you be angry?"

"Dad will not." Jiang Anzhi touched his head and answered firmly.

"I don't think my father will be angry. If he doesn't ask him to eat, he will be angry."

"..." Feng Lanchu looks at father and son speechless. He has to sing and join the Alliance Army.

What can she do? Can only helplessly shake his head: "get, this is my arbitrary, later to the meal, I immediately call you."

Dare not appear on time, ah! Immediately kick out one by one.

Father and son don't know the OS in the bottom of Fenglan's heart. They look at each other and smile.

After dinner, Jiang Anzhi will continue to go back to the creation room. Feng Lanchu takes over the project of taking his baby and is responsible for washing and sleeping Jiang Che.

As long as Jiang'an is at home, he basically accompanies Jiang Che. Feng Lanchu hasn't told a bedtime story for a long time.

Looking at the picture books that Jiang Che's room had moved more than half, Feng Lanchu was surprised: "does Dad tell you different picture books every day?"

"Well." Jiang Che nodded: "Dad said very well, he can imitate a lot of small animals."

"How to imitate?" Feng Lanchu is a little curious.

"The old cow's voice is rough, the fox's voice is sharp, the bird's voice is fine, and the dog's voice is simple. There are so many interesting characters Jiang Che is like a treasure.

"Dad is so good?" Feng Lanchu was a little surprised. She took Jiang Che to the picture book Museum. The teacher there told the picture books vividly. Didn't she expect an Zhi to tell stories like this?

Thinking of Jiang Anzhi playing various roles in the childish picture book, Feng Lan thought it was interesting at the beginning. She didn't know such a wonderful picture. Next time, she would come to Jiang Che's room to listen to the scene.

At the beginning of the wind and haze, she was quietly calculating.

Jiang Che listens to Feng Lanchu's story in the quilt. After a while, she sleepily closes her eyes. Just when she thinks Jiang Che is about to go to bed, Jiang Che stretches out her claws, grabs Feng Lanchu's fingers and says vaguely, "Mom, I feel so happy."

"Happy what?" I don't know why.

"I think life is very good now. I like my father to accompany me and my parents to be together."

After listening to Jiang Che's words, Feng Lan was stunned at the beginning.