Li Luowan suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She knelt down, held his soft fingers, and took out the fried dumplings in his palm, "Jing Cheng, I..."
“Aren’t you going to film? If you don’t hurry up, it’s not good to be late. Make time in the evening and have dinner together!”
Before Li Luowan could speak, Su Ruihan interrupted her in a deep voice, picked up her son's back collar, and carried him downstairs like a chicken.
Li Luowan stepped forward to catch up, but found that she was still wearing a men's shirt, and her head exploded with a buzz. Is this what she looked like just now, appearing in front of her son?
Oh my God, her image is completely ruined!
No wonder the little guy is so surprised...
She hurried back to her room to find clothes to change into, and found that all her previous clothes were still there, many of them were new, and the tags hadn't even been cut off...
After walking a long way, Su Ruihan let go of his son.
Su Jingcheng had a serious face, looking at him eagerly, waiting for him to give him an explanation.
…”At a young age, I was able to compose music.
Su Ruihan frowned, looking at his son who looked innocent on the outside, but actually had a dark inner spirit. He recalled Li Luowan's expression just now and thought to himself, I can't let you get a big deal so easily!
Including principal and interest, so you have to calculate it slowly.
He stretched out his hand and pinched the little guy's pink cheek, "Children, why are you asking so many questions? Dad will tell you these things when you grow up."
“Then why is the aunt in the photo in your room? Dad, did you catch her from the photo?” the little guy asked cutely and innocently, his eyes full of doubts as he stared at him closely.
"She came back by herself. Okay, it's time to go to school. If you dare to skip class again, I will ask grandma to take you to London. Dad will not care about you." After saying this perfunctorily, Su Ruihan walked upstairs.
Su Jingcheng was very unconvinced and yelled at his father’s back: “Why did you lie to me?”
The man did not answer him and just walked on by himself.
"Do you want to find me a new mother? So you made up such a reason to lie to me, Dad, I tell you, stop dreaming, I won't agree!" His voice was crying.
Su Ruihan stopped, turned his head and glanced at him, "What if I want to look for you?"
Su Jingcheng was furious. He was not ready yet. He didn't expect his father to confess like this...
He yelled with tears in his eyes: "You don't like me anymore, why did you still give birth to me? Even if you need to find a stepmother, I should be the one to find one!"
“If I want to find a wife, do I need your permission?” Su Ruihan glanced at him angrily, with a look that seemed to be disdainful.
Su Jingcheng was deeply hurt by his contemptuous gaze. His face turned red and his mouth tightened. He looked at his father's tall figure and said seriously: "Do you really like that aunt?"
Otherwise, why would I keep her photo?
Grandma often says that my mother is the kindest woman she has ever seen, but my father never mentions it.
So he secretly made up his mind not to allow anyone to take his mother's place...
It’s just that no one told him what his mother looked like, so in his dreams, his figure was very vague, but his voice seemed to be so gentle.
Su Ruihan met his son's gaze calmly. After a while, he said casually: "Do you think you can stop it?"