Chapter 509

Half ring did not hear the son's voice, South Lin Mo began to look for words.

"Do you want to take Nannan with you for a weekend outing?"

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Qian's big eyes brightened. He just wanted to answer the voice, but he stopped and pressed his small mouth tightly. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and say something else.

Jiang is still old and spicy. No matter how cautious he is, he will still be seen by his father.

Jing Qian doesn't go home. He doesn't skim his mouth in the south. He thinks it's boring.

Instead of going home immediately, they went to the dessert shop and bought a favorite dessert for mummy and sister.

At home, mummy and sister are the queen. Father and son almost respond to their demands.

In the gap between shoes in the porch, the little princess heard the sound, barefoot, ass bumping, open her small arm, toward daddy's long straight thigh.

The eyes are about to embrace, Jing Qian this time to come in.

The little princess even forced to live, a stagger, turned to Jing Qian!

Jing Qian slightly bent over and hugged her sister. She kissed her face with milk fragrance, which made the little guy laugh happily.

One side of the man, like suddenly overturned the vinegar bottle, the whole person is suffused with a sour taste.

Jing Qian handed the sweets in his hand to the man with a cold face, and then he took his sister into the living room. Only the porch was left, and the father, whose face was black, was almost wrung out of the water.

"Mommy."

Jing Qian holds her sister in one hand, which is not hard at all.

The little guy was trained by his godfather Lu yingbai when he was young. Later, he returned home and was sent to learn self-defense by Xi Muqiao. Later, he recognized his ancestors and was sent by his second uncle to practice in the army for half a month every summer vacation.

Looking thin is thin, but the figure is symmetrical, has the strength.

Just after the call to the company's director, Xi Muyan is holding his notebook and writing something on it. He hears his son's voice and raises his head.

Jing Qian, 12 years old, is about the same size as her one meter sixty-eight. She has a slender body and fair skin. She is a beautiful young man.

Every time I think of raising him from such a small point, Xi Muyan is very proud.

"Honey, didn't Daddy say he would take you on an outing at the weekend, and then you'll take care of your sister for Mommy."

Jing Qian frowned, "isn't Mommy going?"

Xi Muyan put down his notebook and shrugged his shoulders. He felt sorry, "I can't go. The company has big customers at the weekend. Those people can't make it. I'll do it myself."

"Good." And then he agreed to play with his sister.

The man gave the sweets to the servant and told him to take them out after supper.

Slowly pace into the living room, looking down at the small woman with curved eyes.

I wanted to tell her that Eugene was coming back soon.

But as soon as she saw her smiling face, Nan Lin Mo felt that he really didn't need to say the news to destroy the happy atmosphere. So, when he came to his mouth, he swallowed again.

Until Jing Qian to do homework, the little guy ran to his father.

Nanlin Mo simply hated and loved this little thing. He wanted to pat her little ass twice. Finally, he had to shave the child's nose and gnash his teeth and say, "little white eyed wolf!"

Who takes care of you day and night?

Who is always the first to appear in front of you when you cry?

Who is not afraid of dirty and tired to change your diaper and wipe Baba?

It's all your dad and me!

By the father than shaved a small nose, the little princess chubby little hands holding daddy's deep face, thick eyelashes like two small fans, pursed up the small mouth, smacked two kisses, "Baba, bear you

Baba, bear you

Men's mood, instant Yin turned clear, bright smile suddenly climbed up the corner of the mouth.

Xi Muyan held his chin and looked at the big one and the small one. He stood up and waved his hand, "Alas, it's really pitiful. I've forgotten women with my daughter, and I've forgotten my numbness with Baba."

Mo to the South

I can't live this life!

It's all the people who compete with him!

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In the twinkling of an eye, it was the weekend.

Father and son got up early. The little princess didn't wake up. She was held up. She sat on the bench with her head down. She couldn't get up. Her mouth was full of rice, but she didn't swallow.

"Although it's spring now, don't forget to apply sunscreen to the children. Don't take the kids out for outings like my brother. I'll be scolded by my sister-in-law every time I get sunburnt!" Xi Muyan came down from the upstairs and handed a bottle of sunscreen for children to Nanlin Mo, and told him again and again.

South Lin Mo took over, "good."

At half past seven, three people leave.

No servants, just necessities and food, water.

The little princess was sleeping soundly all the way. Jingqian talked with her father without a word.

Nanlin Mo is more inclined to Xi Muqiao's way of education. It's better to take children out for a walk, broaden their horizons, and change their dull character. It's definitely better than studying every day.As the eldest grandson of the Southern family, Jing Qian mostly inherited the huge family property of the Southern family.

The Southern family has been in business for several generations.

But when he arrived, he ignored the opposition of his family and even had a cold war with his father for a year and a half. Finally, he built his own entertainment empire. Seeing that he had made achievements, his father stopped stopping him.

Linchuan is straight-minded, impatient and can't tolerate sand in his eyes. He is not suitable to stay in the commercial battlefield full of intrigues. On the contrary, the army is more suitable for him.

The Southern family's huge family property will not be terminated. The emergence of Jing Qian just makes up for the defect of no successor.

My father is 64 years old and strong. He can support the overall situation and wait for Jing Qian to grow up.

Since Jing Qian recognized his ancestors, his father began to cultivate Jing Qian intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, the child is studious and never contradicts.

This thought, Nanlin Mo felt very sorry for the child.

If he had accepted the family business, Jingqian would have been more free and unrestrained for a few years like most of the rich young masters, wandering around for a few years and doing what he liked.

Contrary to his wishes, the identity of the eldest grandson of the Southern family was destined to shoulder the heavy responsibilities of his family.

From the rearview mirror looked at the son is holding a mobile phone, South Lin Mo unexpectedly found his son is laughing, at the same time, fingers on the screen quickly click.

"Son, do you want to go to the army with my uncle in the summer vacation?"

The smile on Jing Qian's face hides in a moment. He looks up to his father and nods, "to."

"But I heard your brother-in-law say, 12 years old, this time you will be divided into the juvenile group."

Smell speech, Jing Qian silence for a moment, light answer, "know."

Nanlin didn't understand what he meant and asked, "do you want to go?"

"Yes." It's a simple word.

Nanlin Mo looked at his son in the rearview mirror in surprise. He thought he didn't understand. He explained, "what your mother means is to let you wait two years. After all, all the students in the youth group are over 15 years old."