Leng Yicheng looked at him with a happy face, with admiration in his eyes.

The corners of Leng Tian's mouth raised.

"Come here!"

He patted the position next to him.

Leng Yicheng walked over, lying directly on his right leg, looking at him with his little head and eyes unblinking.

"What are you calling me for?"

Leng Tian pinched his little face, he didn't want to do anything, he picked up his son's small body and sat on his lap, "Daddy just wants to hug you!" ”

"Hee-hee!"

Leng Yicheng smirked.

The honest smile was particularly infectious, and the corners of Leng Tian's mouth curved up, and his eyes looked at his son.

The milky scent on the little guy's body instantly softened into his heart.

The light in his eyes can't help but become softer and softer, overflowing with fatherly love.

Leng Yicheng hugged his face, leaned over, and smacked his handsome face, the soft touch made no matter how strict a man was, his heart soft.

Leng Tian hooked the corners of his mouth, with the summer solstice, his son became cheerful.

"What is your mommy doing?"

"Mommy is making banana pies!" Leng Yicheng's eyes lit up.

Leng Tian suddenly remembered that she had done it once last time, but the little guy had eaten it all and left the plate to him.

"Daddy, I'll send it over when it's ripe in a while." Leng Yicheng glanced at him and said firmly.

Leng Tian chuckled and pinched his nose, "Are you sure you didn't give me the plate?" ”

"It's not!" Leng Yicheng shook his head.

He slid down and turned to look at the scarf, "Daddy, has anyone touched my scarf?" ”

"Who touched your scarf?"

Leng Tian looked at his baby look funny.

"Well, it's good if you don't have it, put this well, it will get dirty if people touch it too much!"

Leng Yicheng chattered, hugged the scarf on the side, and put it elsewhere.

Cold:......

Leng Yicheng put it away, peeked at him, and then turned around and ran to the kitchen.

"Mommy, does Daddy know how to knit scarves?"

Leng Yicheng was lying at the door of the kitchen, just now Xia Zhi wanted to fry bananas, let him go out to find Leng Tian, he ran out.

Xia Zhi turned his head and glanced at his son, and responded, "Well, your father can weave." ”

No wonder!

Leng Yicheng looked at it clearly, and before Xia Zhi could ask him why he suddenly asked this, the little guy turned around and ran to the study.

He stood at the door and shouted to the three big men inside: "Uncle Ji, Uncle Fang, Uncle Nan, my dad really knows how to knit scarves, my mommy said, but I just went to see it, and my mommy suddenly knitted a scarf, it must have been knitted by daddy!" ”

When the three of them heard the little guy's words, they were all very surprised.

Southside: This kid is observant.

Ji Yixi: Does the boss really know how to knit scarves?

Fang 1: What does the boss look like when he bows his head and knits a scarf?

Leng Yicheng looked at them, then turned around and ran to the kitchen.

It just so happened that the bananas were fried on the summer solstice.

She divided several plates, all scooping a spoonful of condensed milk next to her.

"Fu Mom, send this to the study for them to taste!"

"Yes, young lady!"

Fu Ma carried a plate over.

"Mommy, what about me?" Leng Yicheng's eyes followed Fu Ma over, and then came back, looking at the two plates greedily.

Xia Zhi smiled, "I'll eat it later, it's still hot." ”

Leng Yicheng's little face lit up in an instant, and he said, how could Mommy not give him food.

"Mommy, I'll take it to eat with Daddy, and it won't be hot over there in the past."

Xia Zhi saw that he was very greedy, washed his hands, wiped it with a tissue, and then walked out with a plate, took his little hand with one hand, and walked towards the cold weather.