Chapter 498

The little guy turned his head and said a word to the girl. The girl waved to Jing Qian and separated them.

Seeing that girl came to pick her up in the car, Jing Qian just copied his pocket with his hands and half drooped his eyelashes, and carelessly walked towards Mo's side in the south.

Just a dozen meters, Jing Qian lingered, a minute to come.

He didn't look up to see Nanlin Mo, but kept his eyes on the man picking up the precious hand-made leather shoes. His tone didn't fluctuate and asked, "Mommy?"

South facing Mo Xi looked at the little guy in his chest, touched his head, "your mother is busy at work today, and I will pick you up recently."

Jing Qian stuffy should a, still did not raise a head.

Men hook lips, deliberately pick to let Jing Qian embarrassed words.

"Who was that girl just now?"

Jing Qian raised a foot, pointed his toes on the ground, and said, "no, no one is a classmate, a classmate."

Rao is Jing Qian said so, as an old fox south of Mo, or sharp eyed discovery, the child's ears red.

The man nodded and said, "it's beautiful. What's its name?"

"Nannan."

South Mo lip corner curved, a pair of suddenly enlightened appearance, oh a, drag a long voice, and make up a knife, "Nannan, do you usually call students' nicknames like this? Did she call you Jingqian

All of a sudden, the little guy's ears were even redder, and even the little white face was red to the top.

The little guy pursed his lips and raised his head abruptly. He said to Mo, "don't laugh. We are just ordinary friends. You are not allowed to tell Mommy!"

As soon as the little guy blew his hair, he all understood it. He nodded his head and said, "OK, call Daddy. When I was in a coma, it seemed that someone said that as long as I woke up, I would call me daddy. I woke up for two months, and someone still didn't cry. It's not a good boy to say something wrong."

Jingqian turned his head and acted as When he didn't hear this, he opened the door and got into the car. He said to the man with his hands outside, "are you going or not? I'll ask my uncle to pick me up."

The man grinned, went around the other end of the car, opened the door and got in.

Jing Qian bows his head and plays with a tablet computer.

The man was driving and looking at the child in the rearview mirror.

From time to time he said, "how about calling daddy? Big baby

Jing Qian small mouth son pursed tightly, silent protest him.

For a long time, he heard the driver sigh and said, "well, it's not easy to feel a little hopeful. I just woke up. Now I'm beaten back to the beginning."

With that, there was a long sigh.

Jing Qian couldn't bear it. He threw the tablet computer aside and said with a tight face, "look at your performance. If you don't change your mind, what can I do if you don't change your mind?"

The man said definitely, "no!"

"I won't believe you. You should be careful and careful for men with criminal record like you!" Jingqian is like a little adult, holding his hands in front of Xiong.

For a man with a criminal record like you .

South facing, don't be choked by the words of children.

Just want to refute, but search, did not come up with a retort.

The man's eyebrows gradually twisted, thinking that he was also a man with a criminal record in the south. It's really . pathetic!

Back home.

Xi Muyan hasn't come back yet. I have to work overtime tonight. It's estimated that she will not be back until eight o'clock. Let the father and son not wait for her to eat, so she can take care of herself outside.

South facing Mo in the kitchen to pick rice vegetables, Jing Qian suddenly walked in.

The little guy with both hands, leaning against the door frame, left leg straight, right leg in front of the owe, looks quite handsome.

With children for a long time, Nanlin Mo learned a way.

That is, don't take the initiative to ask the child what to do, let the child take the initiative to say it.

So he glanced at Jing Qian and then did his own thing.

Sure enough, seeing that Nanlin Mo didn't pay attention to himself, Jing Qian puffed his cheeks. He was quite upset, but he had something to say in his heart. After a while, he still said it.

"Shall we go and deliver food to Mommy?"

The man in the hand of washing vegetables, the movement of a meal, then hook up the corner of his lip, turn and look at the child, "do you want to go?"

"Of course Jing Qian thinks that this man has some nonsense. I don't want to ask you why!

"Good!"

"Then you can make more dishes that mommy likes."

"Is Tangku spareribs, assorted vegetables, chopped chicken and braised potatoes enough?"

The little guy frowned and thought for a while, and said, "don't chop the chicken in vain, do the sea rice rape."

"No way."

Jing Qian frowned. Before he expressed his dissatisfaction, he heard the man say, "you are allergic to seafood. As long as you have a little seafood, you can't eat it. Forget how uncomfortable it was when you were a child?""I can't eat it. Mommy likes it."

Nanlin Mo looked for spareribs from the refrigerator and said, "but I think if I made Haimi rape, after I go, your mother will definitely scold me, and maybe even drive me out."

"Do you remember when you were three years old, eating hot pot at your uncle's house? I didn't know you were allergic to seafood. I ate a lot of shrimps for you, and nearly lost your life. Your mother almost killed me that time!"

Jing Qian raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth.

He knew about that allergy, but he didn't know that mammy almost killed Nanlin mo.

"So baby, spare your father."

Smell speech, Jing Qian nodded, but also did not insist on.

When the meal is ready, the father and son put a little bit of it into the heat preservation barrel, and then they start to eat.

Nanlinmo's cooking skills are particularly good. Jingqian is also regarded as a snack to a big one. He likes it very much. Although he says that he can't wait to see Nanlin Mo, he can't help eating a lot of food.

After dinner, it's ten past six.

I was going to drive there, but when I thought that Xi Mu Yan's studio was more than 20 minutes away from this side, and Jing Qian had some food to support, so they gave up driving and walked.

It is close to late autumn, the sun has disappeared, the weather is slightly dark.

In the south, Mo Yi holds a heat preservation barrel and a bag with one hand, while Jing Qian copies a bag with both hands. While walking, he kicks the fallen leaves on the road. Does he laugh.

Although two people did not speak, but South Lin Mo's face has been hanging a smile.

Father and son are similar in appearance, and pedestrians on the road frequently look at each other.

At this time, Nanlin Mo was in a better mood, thinking that he would often go out for a walk with his words and Jingqian, so as to satisfy his vanity.

Twenty minutes later, I got down to the building.

Xi Muyan's studio is on the 15th floor of the building.

Jingqian often comes here, so he is familiar with the road. Many people know little guy. He has a sweet mouth, and his brother and sister call.