Before there was no cold words, Leng Shaoheng never thought what he would look like when he had a son.
At that time, he was young and energetic, rich and handsome, and devoted himself to his career and work. He thought that getting married and having children was too much trouble.
Until he saw the crumpled words in the incubator, his heart was almost melted by this little guy.
He looked at the wrinkled cold words and asked the doctor why he had been frowning, as if he was very uncomfortable.
The doctor replied that Mo was born prematurely without absorbing enough nutrients from his mother's stomach. Staying in the incubator must not be comfortable in his mother's stomach. Maybe it would be much better to let his mother hold him.
After hearing this, he immediately sent enough people to look for Shen Qingqing, but what he got was the news that she had gone abroad.
Later, he was always addicted to his career. He spent enough patience and indulgence on this steamed stuffed bun. When he was weaned, he cried all night. Only in his arms could he be better. No matter how busy he was, he would rush home at dinner time and cuddle him to sleep.
At that time, he had thought about what kind of picture it would be if his mother hugged him and coaxed him. Would he not cry?
Now Leng Shaoheng stands at the door, looking at Shen Qingqing holding the little cold words with her thin body. The sun shines on them. It looks soft and warm, but his heart is as painful as pulling it up.
Five years ago, he missed the chance to seize her. Five years later, he didn't know how to keep her.
Shen Qingqing nodded, gently kissing the head of lengyanmo, and said softly, "Mo Mo, tell mommy, why are you so angry?"
The cold words Mo is sucking the nose, the canthus of the eyes is slightly red because of crying too much, the Milky voice says, "Dad, he is fierce to me! He told me to get out of here! "
Hearing the speech, Shen Qingqing turns around and gives Leng Shaoheng a hard look. His eyes are full of blame and resentment. The latter sighs helplessly.
"Mo Mo, Dad drank too much wine last night. He said it unintentionally. Don't worry about it." She low soft in his head advised.
Cold words Mo rubbed to Shen Qingqing's arms, but Duqi small mouth hummed, "I don't believe it! He definitely doesn't want the ink, so he let the ink roll out! "
"No! Mo Mo is so good, how can my father not want you! " Shen Qingqing touched his little head. Wen Yan said, "look, which of these toys on the ground is not bought by my father? He loves Mo Mo very much in his heart, but he was drunk last night, and he will never be like this again. "
"Well Let dad promise that he will never drink again, and I will forgive him! " Coldly, Mo lowered his head and murmured.
He was still angry at the bottom of his heart, but Shen Qingqing's voice and embrace were too gentle for him to be angry. He just wanted to incarnate into a baby in her arms.
"Well, I'll ask him to come and apologize to you!" Shen Qingqing said, glancing at Leng Shaoheng standing at the door, meaning that he came quickly.
Leng Shaoheng put his fist to his lips and coughed softly. He said in a low voice, "Mo Mo, it's dad's fault. Dad promises that he won't drink so much wine in the future. Don't be angry any more, OK?"
It sounds like every child's father would say that, but Leng Shaoheng's words really shocked Shen Qingqing. No one could imagine that the cold and heartless president would apologize to a child, with a tense expression, for fear of being rejected by the steamed bun.
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