Chapter 484

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

Seeing that the girl came into the car to pick her up, Jing Qian took his pocket with both hands, half hung his eyelashes, and walked carelessly towards south Linmo.

Just over ten meters, Jing Qian dawdled and came over in a minute.

Without looking up at nanlinmo, he just stared at the man picking up the precious handmade leather shoes, and asked without any ups and downs, "Mommy?"

Nanlin Mo looked at the little guy on his chest and touched him on the top of his head. "Your mommy was busy at the beginning of today. I will pick you up recently."

Jing Qian replied stiffly, but still didn't raise his head.

Men hook their lips and deliberately pick words that make Jing Qian difficult.

"Who was that girl just now?"

Jing Qian raised his foot, pointed his toes on the ground and said, "no, no one, just classmates and classmates."

Rao Shijing Qian said that as an old fox, nanlinmo still found that the child's ears were red.

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

"Nannan."

Mo's lips bent in the south, and he looked like a sudden enlightenment. He gave a sound, dragged a long voice, and made up a knife, "Nannan, do you usually call your classmates by their nicknames? Does she also call you Jing Qian? "

Suddenly, the little guy's ears were more red, and even his white face was extremely red.

The little guy tightened his lips, suddenly raised his head and said impolitely to nanlinmo, "don't laugh, we, we are just ordinary friends. You're not allowed to tell Mommy!"

As soon as the little guy blew his hair, nanlinmo understood it all, nodded his head seriously and said, "OK, call Daddy. When I was in a coma, I seemed to hear someone say that as long as I woke up, I would call Daddy for me. I woke up for two months, and someone still didn't call. It's not a good child if he doesn't keep his word."

Jing Qian turned his head. As if he hadn't heard him, he opened the door, got into the car, and said to the man outside the car with both hands, "are you going or not? If not, I'll let my uncle pick me up!"

The man smiled, walked around to the other end of the car, opened the door and went in.

Jing Qian bowed his head and played with the tablet.

The man looked at the child in the rearview mirror while driving.

He also said from time to time, "how about calling daddy? "Big baby?"

Jing Qian's small mouth closed tightly and silently protested against him.

For a long time, he heard the driver sigh and say, "Hey, I finally woke up with a little hope. Now I'm beaten back."

Then there was another long sigh.

Jing Qian couldn't bear it. He threw the tablet aside and said with a tight face, "look at your performance. What if you stick to it and make my Mommy sad?"

The man said firmly, "no!"

"I won't believe you. Be careful for a man with a criminal record like you!" Jing Qian was like a little adult, holding his hands in front of him.

For a man with a criminal record like you

Nanlinmo was choked by the child.

I just wanted to refute, but I didn't think of a word to refute.

The man's eyebrows gradually turned up, thinking that he was also a man with a criminal record in nanlinmo. It's really... Sad!

home-coming.

Xi Muyan hasn't come back yet. She has to work overtime tonight. It's estimated that she can't come back until 8 o'clock. She asked her father and son not to wait for her to eat. She just settled it outside.

Nanlinmo is washing rice and picking vegetables in the kitchen. Jing Qian suddenly comes in.

The little guy took his pocket with both hands and leaned against the door frame. His left leg was straight and his right leg was in front. He looked quite handsome.

After getting along with children for a long time, nanlinmo learned a way.

Just 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 nanlinmo didn't pay attention to himself, Jing Qian was very 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 who was washing vegetables gave a meal in his hand, then lifted up the corners of his lips, turned and looked at the child, "do you want to go?"

"Of course!" Jing Qian thinks this man is talking nonsense and doesn't want to go. I'll ask you why!

"Good!"

"Then make more dishes that mommy likes to eat."

"Is sugar cool ribs, vegetarian assortment, chopped chicken and braised potatoes enough?"

The little guy frowned and thought for a moment and said, "don't cut the chicken for nothing. Make sea rice rape."

"No."

Jing Qian frowned. Before he could express 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."

Nanlinmo looked for ribs from the refrigerator and said, "but I think if I made Haimi rape, your mommy will scold me and maybe drive me out."

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

Jing Qian raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened his mouth slightly.

He knew about the allergy, but he didn't know that mommy almost killed nanlinmo.

"So baby, spare your father."

Hearing the speech, Jing Qian nodded, but he didn't stick to it.

When the meal was ready, the father and son set aside a little and put it in the heat preservation bucket before eating.

Nanlin Mo's cooking is very good. Jing Qian likes it from snacks to big. Although he says he doesn't like Nanlin Mo, he can't help eating a lot of the food Nanlin Mo cooked.

After dinner, it's already six ten.

Some people wanted to drive to the studio for more than 20 minutes, but they wanted to go to the studio. They wanted to drive here for another two minutes.

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

Nanlin Mo carried a heat preservation bucket and copied his pocket with one hand. Jing Qian copied his pocket with both hands. As he walked, he kicked the fallen leaves on the roadside. Did he laugh.

Although they didn't speak, nanlinmo always had a smile on his face.

Father and son have similar looks, and pedestrians on the road look at them frequently.

At this time, nanlinmo was in such a good mood that he thought he would take Yanyan and Jingqian out for a walk in the future, so as to satisfy his vanity.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived downstairs.

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

Jing Qian often comes over, so he is familiar with the road. Many people know the little guy. The little guy has a sweet mouth. His brother and sister shout.