"Hurry up, let me see your swordsmanship."

Seeing that his son was stunned, Leng Tian raised his eyebrows domineeringly, and the little guy suddenly ran over.

"Daddy, aren't you busy today?"

Leng Yicheng raised his little head, staring at the cold sky for a moment.

Leng Tian reached out and pinched his son's fleshy little face.

"With you!"

"Oh" but people want to watch Mommy cook.

Glancing at the little guy's mind-turning, Leng Tian pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Don't want me to accompany you?" He narrowed his phoenix eyes, full of oppression.

"Hehe, you can see it!" Leng Yicheng smiled and narrowed his eyes, and said generously, "I want to watch Mommy cook!" ”

Cold:

This little guy would rather watch his mommy cook than spend more time with him?

"Show me the sword practice, and let you go when you pass the level!"

Leng Yicheng glanced at him a few times, ran to change his clothes, took his short sword, and began to wave it in front of Leng Tian one by one.

Leng Tian leaned on the table, with his hands in his pockets, and watched his son practice swordsmanship for a long time, his eyes doting.

"The left-handed one has the wrong action, it's a pick, not a pull!"

He corrected it.

Leng Yicheng was depressed in his heart, and he had to start again.

After repeating this repeatedly, a dozen times, the little one's face was hot puff.

Sweating profusely.

Seeing that it was almost over, he stood up straight in the cold weather, took the towel over, half-squatted down, and wiped it for his son.

"It's so easy to sweat and pan, get up tomorrow morning and run with me! In the future, I will insist on practicing the sword for half an hour every night. ”

As soon as he heard this, Leng Yicheng's face drooped.

Seeing that he was unhappy in the cold weather, his eyes flashed, and he rubbed his head, "I don't want to exercise, do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

This little guy is still not in good health, so he needs to practice more diligently.

"I don't want to be in the hospital!" Leng Yicheng pouted and panted.

"Then keep exercising!" Leng Tian looked at him fixedly, not retreating.

"Oh!" Leng Yicheng answered, wiped his sweat, and came out again, exhausting him.

Leng Tian looked at his son's aggrieved appearance and chuckled, "Your mommy is also with you!" ”

"Huh?" Leng Yicheng's eyes lit up instantly, "Mommy, are you running together?" ”

Leng Tian twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was better to put the summer solstice out than any panacea.

"If you call her, she'll be with you!"

"Uh-huh" Leng Yicheng nodded excitedly.

Leng Tian's eyes flashed, and he wiped the sweat on his son's face with a smile, the woman's breath was not very good, and she gasped after walking a few steps.

Leng Yicheng's eyes rolled, blinked a few times, and then looked at him fixedly, "Why do you want me to ask Mommy to run?" Have you ever called Mommy to refuse? ”

The son is smart and a little difficult to fool.

Leng Tian snorted and asked majestically, "Do you think if I scream, she won't run?" ”

Leng Yicheng laughed sheepishly, and the demonic laughter made Leng Tianjun's face blush.

"Don't go to your mommy yet!"

Leng Tian pinched Leng Yicheng's little face, stood up, and put the towel away.

"Yay! Mommy, wait for me, I'm coming! ”

Leng Yicheng didn't change his happy clothes, so he ran out to find Xia Zhi.

Leng Tian sighed, followed out, and saw his son lying at the kitchen door from a distance, looking inside.

"Mommy, Mommy, what are you doing delicious? It smells so good! ”

"Finished checking your homework so soon?"

A sweet voice floated in, and the footsteps of the cold sky subconsciously walked over there.