Chapter 727

Leng Yichen put an Xiaojing on the bed. He was very careful and completely swept away the dissatisfaction and complaint that an Xiaojing had made against him.

An Xiaojing also changed a little bit. Although Yu Zhenhuan said something in her head, she tried her best to make herself empty and not think about it.

As the night came up, an Xiaojing and Leng Yichen went to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Leng Yichen had already gone to the company. When an Xiaojing went downstairs, she saw Xiao Li still sitting at the table. She remembered that he didn't have to go to the children's Palace today.

It's better to stay at home alone and have a lot of thoughts. It's better for my son to accompany me at home.

As an Xiaojing approaches the dining table, Xiao Li turns to look at her.

"Mommy

An Xiaojing laughed, but she felt a little remorse in her heart.

In children's heart, don't they like to lie in bed?

No, this kind of image can't have any more. In the future, I will firmly shape a good image in children's heart.

"Xiaoli, is breakfast good?"

An Xiaojing's son.

Xiao Li has drunk a large glass of milk.

Half of the eggs and ham on his plate were wiped out.

An Xiaojing especially envies the system that her son can eat without growing fat.

"Delicious, mummy, this is delicious."

Xiao Li points to a dish of fruit salad and gives it to an Xiaojing.

Then she put some pieces in an Xiaojing's plate.

An Xiaojing laughs that her son is so sensible.

In fact, the kitchen at home always tends to western style cooking.

Because Leng Yichen and Leng Chenxi spent some time abroad.

In those years, the taste of Leng Yichen gradually became westernized.

However, every time I cook, Leng Yichen still gives a lot of face.

He also praised his cooking.

But Leng Yichen is particularly distressed.

When an Xiaojing cooks a meal, Leng Yichen tells her not to do it again next time.

Leng Yichen was afraid that an Xiaojing cut the vegetables into her hand, and the oil in the oil pan splashed on her.

In short, Leng Yichen was afraid of too many accidents.

But an Xiaojing is prone to accidents.

"Xiao Li, can we play together later?"

How she wants to spend all her time with her children.

It's rare that my son doesn't have to go to the children's Palace today.

"MMM!"

Xiaoli nodded happily.

An Xiaojing opened the presents brought by those who came to visit Xiaoli in the villa.

In addition to a lot of toys, there are some new things to develop intelligence.

Like the sand painting.

An Xiaojing and Xiaoli took one out.

What Xiaoli wants to finish is Conan, and an Xiaojing takes cherry balls.

The two began to play seriously.

However, Xiaoli is very smart, and soon put his own sand painting together.

Even faster than an Xiaojing.

An Xiaojing is helpless. Who makes her son so smart?

My mother has no prestige in front of her son.

The tears.

However, Xiaoli did not have any proud thought.

She also came to help an Xiaojing draw her sand paintings.

It's not very hard.

Just outline the characters in black.

And then according to the cartoon character's original clothing color with sand, even if it's finished.

When an Xiaojing's sand painting is finished, Xiao Li is more happy than she is.

An Xiaojing gave her son a heavy kiss on the face.

This son is so cute.

An Xiaojing's mood also improved completely.

When they were tired, they began to play cooking again.

An Xiaojing and her son made a super big love cake together.

Fortunately, the oven at home is bigger.

It can put down this big cake.

Xiaoli is the first time to play this kind of thing, flour on his small face white piece by piece.

Looking at her son's silly appearance, an Xiaojing still feels inexplicably funny.

Soon, the hot cakes were fresh.

"Mummy, let's leave some for daddy."

Xiao Li said quickly.

An Xiaojing nodded.

My son is really thinking about his father all the time.

She's a little jealous.

"I can think of daddy all the time I am away from home."

An Xiaojing sighed.

Leng Yichen has a pistol in his hand in the imperial group office.

That's what Chengfeng found under the porch before.Also, there are pills that can restore memory.

Those pills were almost diagnosed as amnesia by Han su.

Leng Yichen looked at the gun in his hand, but could not think of any clue.

In the office, there are people coming in and going out. Leng Yichen doesn't even look up.

All his attention was drawn to the gun.

Chengfeng came in once and went out again after reporting his latest investigation.

The clues are messy, but Leng Yichen feels that he can't connect these things.

After that, he put the pistol in his bag and looked at the time. It was already afternoon.

The last sunshine of winter came through the glass window.

Leng Yichen also stood up from his chair.

Then I took the vertical ladder and went to the garage.

On his way home, he bought a piece of cake in the dessert shop.

For my son and wife.

At the villa, Leng Yichen felt much better when she saw an Xiaojing and Xiao Li.

Especially the smiling face on his son's face, and the way he came when he saw himself from afar.

Leng Yichen admitted that he loved his son more and more.

"Daddy, mommy and I made love pancakes. Go and eat them."

Xiao Li called.

Leng Yichen gave his son a kiss on the cheek.

An Xiaojing took out what she and Xiao Li had done before.

Leng Yichen didn't eat this kind of cake very much. Of course, he felt strange at first.

An Xiaojing quickly cut a piece for him.

"I did it with mommy."

Small leave initiative says, seem to wait for cold also Chen to boast oneself same.

Of course, Leng Yichen is very cooperative with his son.

He felt that Xiaoli cared about himself.

After all, it's his father.

"Xiaoli is a good boy. Next time, we can make delicious food together with our family. Eat together. "

Leng Yichen's tone is childish.

An Xiaojing couldn't help laughing and crying.

"Good!"

Xiao Li clapped his hands, and the whole person was excited.

Finally, he showed Leng Yichen his sand painting of the day.

"Do you like Conan?"

Leng Yichen asked.

"Well, Conan is smart. I like it!"

Xiao Li replied.

It's as smart as Xiao Li.

Leng Yichen looks at his son and smiles.

As a child, he also liked Conan best.

What happened?

He has children. Conan is still a child in kindergarten.

After dinner, Leng Yichen accompanied his son to play for a while. Xiaoli gradually became sleepy. An Xiaojing sent him upstairs to sleep.

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