Chapter 538

"Why not?"

Wen Zhihan glanced at the adults over there and whispered to Jing Qian, "Qin Lulu is arrogant and unreasonable. At first glance, she is a girl who is spoiled at home and has no tutor. If she can teach such a daughter, her parents must be no better. Just like your father, uncle Xi and uncle Ji, they aim at their own character and know that your tutor must be good, Naturally, there is no difference in character. "

Jing Qian agreed with him very much.

After all, he has seen such things. The character and character of parents really have a great impact on children.

At eleven twenty, the party returned to Longting bieyuan.

Like nanlinmo, Wen Shaofan is also the one responsible for cooking at home.

Because his wife is a famous pianist in the circle, it is very important to see with both hands. In those years, he spent a lot of effort to catch up with his hands.

With such beautiful hands, he can't bear to cook in the kitchen and wash the dishes. He also bought an extra billion yuan of insurance for his wife's hands

The two children went into the game room again.

Jing Qian has been bored with reading and playing games for the past two years. He has played almost all the games he can play, so it's very easy to fight with Wen Zhihan.

"Ah, you give me a game!"

Wen Zhihan was a little collapsed. He looked at his side on the screen and was stabbed to death by the enemy. He was so angry that he almost fell the game handle!

Jing Qian was expressionless and leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry, I didn't hold back for a while."

Warm cold: "..."

How angry! Can I kill this guy?

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 cross legged beside Wen Zhihan and looked at the doll in his hand.

A moment later, he raised his eyes and handed it to Wen Zhihan, "here."

"Why do you give me this? I don't want girls' things!" Wen Zhihan's disgusted lips.

Jing Qian patted his forehead and was speechless. "I said it was for you. This is for ou Yuenan. If you see her, give this to her."

"Jing Qian, you're putting more emphasis on sex than friends. Our affectation for so many years is not worth a woman. You haven't given me anything!"

Wen Zhiqi picked it up, looked at it and stuffed it into his pocket. "I know. I'll give it to her when I see her. As a reward, you're going to see me play next month!"

Jing Qian lifted up his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were sparse and bright, "sure, you can take it. It's porcelain and can't afford to fall and touch."

"I know, I know!"

After lunch, Wen Shaofan left with his son.

Jing Qian blinked at Wen Zhihan and made a gesture of thumb. Wen Zhihan also blinked and made a gesture.

Jing Qian's lips are angry with a faint smile. Although Wen Zhihan usually laughs, he is very reliable. He is still very relieved to give him the task.

Nanlinmo held his daughter and turned around to see his smiling son. He walked over, "I'm in a good mood today."

Jingqian and his brother were so average that he raised his hand and held his father's shoulder. "Yes, because Mommy is not here, you don't have to listen to Mommy scolding you."

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

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, the child who had reached his thigh unknowingly grew so tall.

The child is changing his voice. His voice is a little hoarse. There seems to be a beard on his lips. He can't see clearly.

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

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

Jing Qian nodded, "OK, daddy, I promise Zhihan to see his performance at Lincoln Center next month. I want to stay with Godfather for a few days after reading it."

Don't frown on the south.

He can basically guess what his son is thinking.

The boy just listened to Lu yingbai's encouragement two months ago, became curious about the bullets and wanted to feel it.

"Your mommy won't agree."

Jing Qian knew he would say this sentence. Generally, he would move out his mommy to oppress him for things he didn't agree with.

"We can't tell mommy."

Nanlin Mo narrowed his eyes, put down his daughter, watched her run into the living room, and said, "Nanjing Qian, the wings are hard, and they are beginning to hide from your mommy."

Jing Qian bared his teeth and smiled. He didn't speak.

In fact, he likes the feeling of nervous tension at all times, but he has not been in good health in the past two years. Not only did he not go to the training, but even his physical training in the past has fallen a lot.

Since listening to godfather's words last time, he actually has exercise. It's just physical reasons. He can't do too much exercise.

"Daddy, I swear, just for once, feel it. I won't go again."

"I'll think about it and see your physical examination tomorrow."

“……”

Sunday.

Jing Qian got out of bed early. Because he had to have a comprehensive physical examination, he couldn't eat breakfast. He only drank a glass of milk.

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

He can recover to today, in addition to his parents, but also thanks to his uncles and Godfathers. They kept trying to find a way.

Jing Qian treated them from the bottom of his heart, that is, he respected his father.

"I haven't seen you for a month. Why do I think you're tall again?" Huo Mingyang looked up and down at Jing Qian, gestured to himself, and tut tut.

"It's one meter eight, good boy. Your godfather is only one meter eight five. He's really going to catch up with me!"

Jing Qian smiled, "godfather, when will you start the inspection?"

"Go now. Draw blood early and have breakfast early. Godfather didn't eat either. We'll be together later." Huo Mingyang took them out.

The long needle was inserted into the blood vessel, and Jing Qian didn't frown. In the past two years, he didn't know how many needles he had been injected and how much blood he had drawn. He had long been used to it.

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

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

"Godfather, Li Mo will go to training this year. Is he going to be promoted to the youth group?"

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

He frowned. "Why?"

Huo Mingyang smiled twice and shook his head reluctantly. "These two smelly boys have been mixed in the children's group for five years. In the first two years, they still converge. In the last three years, they dominate the children's group. I don't know how many people they have offended. They must be black when they just go to the children's group."

Jing Yu's temperament is unruly. There is no room for sand in his eyes. Li Mo is almost as stubborn as a cow. It's really hard for them to get together!