Chapter 552

"Why not?"

Wen Zhihan looked at the adults over there, whispering to Jing Qian, "Qin Lulu, the man, reckless and unreasonable, is at home spoiled and nurtured, no family teacher, can teach such a daughter, parents must not be able to go, just like your father, uncle Xi, uncle Ji, they, they, at their own character, know that your family education is sure to be good, character Naturally, it's not going to be anywhere. "

Jing Qian still agrees with him very much.

After all, he has seen this kind of thing. The character and character of parents have a great influence on their children.

At 11:20, a group of people returned to the other garden of Longting.

Wenshaofan, like nanlinmo, is also responsible for cooking at home.

Because his wife is a famous pianist in the circle, it is very important to see both hands. He also wasted a lot of effort to pursue his hand.

So beautiful hands, he can not afford to cook and brush dishes in the kitchen, and he also bought a billion yuan insurance for his wife's hands

Two children have entered the game room again,

Jing Qian will read books and play games since he is bored in the past two years. He has played almost all the games he can play. So it is very easy to play with the cold of Wen.

"Ah, you let me have a game!!!"

The cold of the temperature some collapse, watching the screen that side was stabbed to death by the enemy, the gas almost threw the game handle!!!

Jing Qian face has no expression, leaning on the wall, "sorry, wrong hand, a time not to bear."

Cold of temperature:

Good luck! Can I kill this guy, please?

After playing two games, Jing Qian got up and said, "wait for me."

Ten minutes later, Jing Qian came back, with a porcelain doll in his hand. He sat around the cold of the temperature, looking down at the doll in his hand.

After a moment, he lifted his eyes and handed it to Wen Zhihan, "here."

"What do you do for me, girl's stuff, I don't want it!" Warm cold dislikes the skim.

Jing Qian took a picture of the brain, some of the silence, "I said it was for you, this is for ou Yuenan, if you see her, give it to her."

"Jingqian, you are a serious friend. We have been treating ourselves for so many years, but we are not a woman. You haven't sent me anything!"

Wen's chill came over, looked, and tucked it into his pocket. "I know, I will give her, as a reward, you will go to see me play next month!"

Jing Qian raised the lip corner, his eyebrows were clear, "OK, sure, you can hold it well, it is porcelain, can not afford to fall and touch."

"I know it!"

After lunch, wenshaovan left with his son.

Jing Qian blinked at the cold of Wen, compared with a thumb gesture, and Wen Zhihan blinked his eyes and made an OK gesture.

Jing Qian was angry with a slight smile. Although he was usually happy and happy, he was very reliable and assured of the task.

Nanlinmo hugged her daughter and turned around to see the smiling son. He walked over and said, "today is in a good mood."

Jing Qian is very common, holding up his father's shoulder. "Yes, because Mommy is not there, you don't have to listen to Mommy scold you again."

Nanlinmo looked at the son who had only half his head shorter than him, and his heart was warm.

A blink, more than a decade passed, the child who had only reached his thigh, unconsciously grew so tall.

The child was changing his voice, a little hoarse, and a beard appeared on the lips, a little bit, not clear.

He realized that his son was really grown up and was about to be a man.

"Go to the hospital tomorrow to find your father and have a detailed physical examination."

Jing Qian nodded, "OK, daddy, I promise that I will go to see his performance in Lincoln Center next month. I want to go to dad for a few days after watching it."

Frown on the south.

What his son thought in his heart, he could basically guess a seventy-eight.

This boy just heard Lu yingbai's agitation in the first two months, and was curious about the gunfire and rain, and wanted to feel it.

"Your mommy won't agree."

Jing Qian knew that he would say this sentence. Generally, he would move out of mommy to press him for things he disagreed with.

"We can't tell mommy."

South Lin Mo squints his eyes, puts down her daughter, and looks at her running into the living room, and says, "Nanjing Qian, the wings are hard, and they are beginning to hide from your mommy."

Jing Qian grins at his teeth and doesn't speak.

He really likes the feeling of tense nerves at all times, but he is not in good health for the past two years. Not only training has not been carried out, but even the previous physical training has been pulled down a lot.

Since last time I heard from my father, he actually has exercise, but for physical reasons, he can't do too much exercise.

"Dad, I swear, this is the only time to feel it, and I will never go again.""I'll think about it and see your physical examination tomorrow."

“……”

Sunday.

Jing Qian got up early because he had to have a comprehensive physical examination and couldn't have breakfast. He only drank a glass of milk.

As soon as he entered the office, he gave a warm hug to Mingyang Godfather.

He can recover to today, in addition to his parents, but also thanks to uncle and godfather, that time. They're trying to figure it out.

Jingqian from the bottom of his heart to them, is the kind of respect for his father.

"I haven't seen you for a month. How do I think you've grown tall again?" Huo Mingyang looked up and down at Jing Qian and made a comparison of himself, tut has a voice.

"It's 1.8 meters, good boy. Your godfather is only 1.85 meters. You're really going to catch up with me!"

Jing Qian smile, "godfather, when to start inspection?"

"Go now, draw blood early, eat breakfast early, godfather didn't eat, and we'll be together soon." Huo Mingyang takes them out.

Long needle into the blood vessel, Jing Qian eyebrow did not wrinkle, over the past two years, I do not know how many needles have been hit, how much blood, has long been used to.

After drawing blood, he went to the staff restaurant with Huo Mingyang.

Haitian hospital is a private hospital and the best hospital in Jiangcheng. The food is not bad. Huo Mingyang is picky about his meals. The chefs in the restaurant are all five-star chefs dug from the hotel.

"Godfather, is Li Mo going to train this year? Is he going to be promoted to the youth group?"

"Yes, I'm 12 years old. I'm promoted to the youth group like Jingyu, but your uncle and I are not going to let them go this year."

He frowned. "Why?"

Huo Mingyang laughed twice and shook his head helplessly. "These two stinky boys have been in the children's group for five years. In the first two years, they are still restrained. In the following three years, two people dominate the children's group. I don't know how many people have been offended. They must be hacked when they just go to the youth group."

Jing Yu's temperament was uninhibited. He couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes. Li Mo was almost as stubborn as a cow. These two people got together. It was so simple!