As soon as I got home from the cold day, I saw my son sitting obediently on the sofa, listless.

He put his coat on the back of his chair and walked over.

"What's wrong?"

Big hands rubbed his little head.

"Daddy, you're back?"

The little one just looked up at him, and then hung his head again.

Leng Tian glanced at the living room, picked him up, pinched his son's little face, and said softly: "Isn't it still uncomfortable?" ”

"Well, it's uncomfortable......"

The little guy buried his head in his neck, wilting and coquettish.

Leng Tian rubbed his little head dotingly, and then hugged him and walked to the restaurant, "Eat something first, and Daddy will make medicine for you later, okay?" ”

Leng Yicheng raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Tian, then lowered his head and lay on his shoulder.

Seeing that Leng Tian was back, Fu Ma hurriedly put the rice out, "Sir, Miss Xia has left." ”

"Hmm!" Leng Tian bowed slightly, put his son on the children's chair, and sat down beside him.

I sandwiched some of his favorite dishes for the little guy, but the son poked at the rice, and there was no mouthful.

"No appetite?"

Leng Tian stared sideways at the little guy, wilting since he came back.

Leng Yicheng glanced at him and replied in a low voice: "I want to eat Mommy's instant noodles!" ”

Leng Tian frowned, looking at the dishes prepared by Fu Ma, the table was full of nutritious dishes, but strangely, he suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite.

"Call Auntie!"

Leng Yicheng winked at him, his small mouth was deflated, and his round eyes were moist, like a poor little milk cat.

The corners of Leng Tian's mouth twitched without a trace.

Father and son, sitting at the dining table, staring at each other, no one has an appetite.

On the other side, in the old house of the Leng family, the old man Leng listened to the housekeeper's report while eating.

"Master, early this morning, Leng Shao took the young lady over and accompanied the little young master, and neither of them went to the Civil Affairs Bureau until now."

"Well, that's good!" Old Man Leng nodded with a smile, counting that kid as interesting.

"Did you stay there?"

"Nope!" The housekeeper Leng Bundesliga reported the truth.

Old Man Leng narrowed his eyes, with a glint in his eyes, and commanded, "Pay attention to their dynamics at any time, I'll look for you if something happens!" ”

"Yes!" The cold butler was speechless.

Old man Leng smiled thiefly, suddenly remembered, turned his head and asked Steward Leng, "Oh, by the way, my baby great-grandson, how's it going?" ”

"The little master has recovered, don't worry, master."

"Well, you send this dish to him, and by the way, probe the boy's mouth."

"Yes!" The cold housekeeper didn't dare to delay for a moment, and directly packed the dishes, and by the way, he packed an extra dish of cold weather favorites and sent it to the Gold Coast together.

Here, Leng Tian put down his chopsticks and stared straight at the little guy, "Leng Yicheng, what's going on with you in the morning, huh?" ”

I saw him uncomfortable in the morning, and I didn't pursue it in the cold weather.

Later he went to the company again.

Now, there's time.

Leng Yicheng pursed his mouth, glanced at him secretly, met his eyes that knew everything, and looked away weakly.

"Daddy......"

"Are you going to soak in cold water again?" Leng Tian has a serious and handsome face, and the posture is full, and few people resist.

"I just want to see ...... Aunt! Leng Yicheng glanced at the cold sky and consciously changed his words.

Leng Tianren's eyes sank a little, and his bony fingers knocked on the dining table, and men were often angry when they were like this.

The little one, hanging his head, did not dare to meet his eyes.

"Leng Yicheng, are you itching?"