Chapter 1292

"Since that's the case, don't think about it. Sooner or later, you will be right. Besides, you are not the coffin now. You are Jomo Shang. What can they do even if they have all-round abilities? Can you tell if you're not dead? " Ning Mengyao snorted coldly.

"Mother maybe they really don't know." Jomo murmured.

Ningmengyao didn't want to see him holding his face like this, so he was forced to look at himself. The expression on his face was also very serious: "Shanger, you look at me, whether those people know you are still alive or not, it doesn't matter. What's important is that you are our son, the son of your father and me. If they want to move you, they must go through our company first Italy, we are here, no one dares to touch you a dime. "

She doesn't care who Jomo Shangs used to be, she only knows that now Jomo Shangs is her son, her baby son.

Qiao Mo Shang looks at Ning Mengyao and then smiles. The smile on his face is crazy and moved.

"Mom, I see."

Qiao Tianchang's eyes narrowed slightly and reached out to push Qiao moshang aside: "now that you know it, go back to sleep. By the way, stay away from your mother later."

“……” Joe Mo mourns and looks at Joe Tianchang as he falls into the vinegar jar.

"I'm eight now."

"Psychological age 23." Joe retorted coolly.

Jomo is choked and speechless. How can he not know whether his father is such a jealous jar?

"Jealous old man."

Qiao Tianchang picked up his eyebrows and looked at Qiao moshang with a smile: "do you have any opinion?"

"No." Qiao moshang quickly shakes his head. He'd better not do this kind of digging and burying. After all, the jealous old man is completely unreasonable, and he still doesn't speak a word.

"Then get out."

Qiao moshang looked at Qiao Tianchang scornfully: "the possessive desire is so strong, and I don't know how my mother can stand you."

"When you have a lover and a son, come and discuss this with me." He doesn't talk to little farts.

Jomo Shang's eyes are twitching. This man is on purpose today, isn't he?

Qiao Tianchang picked up his eyebrows and looked at Qiao Mo Shang, which means clearly that he was intentional.

It's rare to see Qiao moshang have such a scene. Ning Mengyao stops laughing and then looks at the two people and says, "I'm going to sleep. Let's get in touch with each other slowly."

"Yao Yao, wait for me. I don't have time to get in touch with him."

"Mom, I'm sleepy. I don't want to get in touch with him."

The father and son said this almost at the same time, and then stared at each other.

Ningmengyao can't help her forehead. Before that, she was fine. How could she suddenly become such a rival.

When Qiao moshang returns to the room, Ning Mengyao looks at Qiao Tianchang, with a smile like a smile on her face: "what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Go to bed." Qiao Tianchang hugs people to the bedside and presses them on the bed.

Joe Tianchang opened his eyes when he felt that the people around him were asleep. The reason why he had just done that was for the sake of Jomo mourning.

Even though Jomo Shang has told them all the things, he must have made psychological preparations when he said it. Although he tried his best to show a very calm appearance, his clenched fist betrayed him, so he would talk to Jomo Shang in such a way in the end, hoping that he could dispel the worries and worries in his heart.

No matter he used to follow, for him, now he is Qiao moshang, the precious son of him and Ning Mengyao.

When Qiao moshang returned to the room, the smile on his face gradually fell to the ground, reaching out to touch his chest, and the dazzling smile showed again. Suddenly, he felt that it was not so terrible to believe.

And he seems to have to thank those people, if not them, how could he have such an opportunity? How can I get such a chance.

Just think of ningmengyao's address to him, suddenly think that he has been loathed of the small name, but with full love.