The next moment, Ling Tian's body had left the window and came to the bed. The cotton robe on his body was taken off at some point and hung on the head of the bed. Two quilts had tightly wrapped Ling Tian's body in it. Ling Tian's eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was even, and his expression was peaceful. He would occasionally smash his lips - Yes, he looked happy as he had already fallen asleep.

With a creaking sound, the door opened gently, and a delicate figure walked in gently. Ling Tian closed his eyes and showed a comfortable smile on his face. Just as the figure walked into the door, a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart. Of course, this person was Ling Tian’s mother Chu Ting'er.

Chu Ting'er was wearing a thick mink coat, and her beautiful face was filled with satisfaction and pride that belonged to her mother. After entering the door, she first gently closed the door, for fear that there would be a little cold air coming in and frozen her baby son. She walked to the bed with a slight foot and saw her son's sweet sleeping little face, with a happy smile on her face.

I stretched out my right hand and wanted to gently stroke my son's face, but I remembered something. I felt that the temperature on my hands was still cold, so I put my hands back. I stretched my hands into the hem of my sable coat and pressed them on my skin. After a while, I felt that my hands were already very warm, so I pulled them out and gently stroked my son's face, with happiness and satisfaction on my face.

Sitting gently beside my son's bed, looking at his son's sleeping smile without saying a word, his eyes were full of love, and I didn't know what I remembered, he chuckled slightly, leaned down, kissed his son gently on his forehead, put his son's right hand outside the quilt and gently put it in, tucked the corner of the quilt again, then stood up reluctantly and walked out with a slight touch.

With an inaudible sound of closing the door, Chu Ting'er disappeared in the room. A faint fragrance that belonged to Chu Ting'er lasted for a long time... On the bed, Ling Tian quietly opened his eyes. A drop of crystal flashed at the corner of his eyes.

In Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness, Ling Tian could clearly see every move that Chu Ting'er had since entered the room. When he saw that his mother was afraid of ice and pressed her cold hands on her warm skin without hesitation, Ling Tian's heart was deeply touched. At this moment, the two words "mother" that were extremely sacred in Ling Tian's heart completely coincided with Chu Ting'er's appearance and body.

A subtle change occurred in Ling Tian's mind, and suddenly a deep sense of belonging suddenly grew. He felt in his heart that as long as his mother Chu Ting'er was there, he would not seem to be so lonely... He smiled in his heart,

Early in the morning, the snow has not stopped.

Ling Tian was wrapped in a thick cotton coat and looked very bloated. He also had a snow-white leather hat on his head, and there were two rabbit-like long ears and two red blood jade on his forehead...

Ling Tian was speechless - a thirty-year-old man wearing this typical child's fur hat made him feel a little disgusted... But in the eyes of others, he had a snow-white face hidden in the cute rabbit hat, and Ling Tian looked even more cute.

With Ling Tian’s current skills, he can basically be inseparable from the cold and heat. Ling Tian basically ignores the cold like this. Even wearing a thin robe, he can also block the cold air outside his body. However, he has to show his grandparents and fathers. Ling Tian is really afraid of their nagging.

When several old men saw Ling Tian’s clothes being slightly thinner, they began to make a fuss, and even punished Xiaohe, a maid who specialized in serving Ling Tian several times. Since then, Ling Tian has become honest. Although Ling Tian feels very happy and enjoys his meticulous care, he has a great headache for their ubiquitous nagging and nagging!

Ling Tian was already quite tall, about the same as a child who was seven or eight years old. His two sword eyebrows flew into his temples. Below were a pair of clear and deep black eyes, a tall nose, red lips and white teeth, and a jade-like skin. His face was even more beautiful than a little girl.

The maid served Ling Tian and wiped her face briefly. Ling Tian walked towards her parents' room. After walking for less than two steps, the wind sounded from behind her head. Ling Tian turned his head and a large ball of snow rubbed Ling Tian's cheek and flew over. A few snow chips fell into her collar, and it was immediately cold.

Ling Tian’s mind was different. Who dared to attack his Ling family, the treasure of the Ling family? He couldn’t help but stop and turned to look. The maid beside him was so scared that her pretty face was pale. He hurriedly protected Ling Tian and shouted, “Who? Come out!”

A burst of giggles, and a seven or eight-year-old boy turned from the bamboo forest beside the path. His face was full of pranks and he was still laughing. Ling Tiangong gathered in his ears, and heard a series of light footsteps behind the bamboo forest gradually fading away. A mysterious smile appeared on his face.

The maid breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "It turns out that it is the real young master. The real young master is so naughty. This is the young master. You can't do this in the future. If you scare the young master, you will not be able to take it."

Ling Tian smiled and said, "It's okay, who is this little brother?" He felt suspicious in his heart, "What a true young master? What a person? He is the first person he has met in the past five years who dares to be so presumptuous to him!

Looking closely at the little guy, although his face was full of naughty smiles, his lips were thin, his face was thin, and his smile was full of coldness in his eyes. Looking at his own eyes, it was like a poisonous snake looking at his prey, as if he had bone-broken hatred! Ling Tian's heart skipped a beat! How could a child of such a young age have such a deep hatred for himself?

The maid who led the way said respectfully: "This is Young Master Ling Zhen, the Young Master Ling Kong's son."

"Lingkong? Who is Lingkong?" Ling Tian continued to ask in confusion.

"Sister Qiuyue, this is Master Tian, ​​I don't know yet. Master Tian is so handsome." The little guy smiled and came up, "My father is Lingkong. Are you brother Tian? So cute." Ling Tian sneered in his heart. Little thing, you want to fight me too.

Holding Ling Zhen's hand warmly, Ling Tian said happily: "Are you? Haha, I'm having fun with me, where are you living?" Ling Tian sneered in his heart: I guess the purpose of your design of this encounter is to ask this kid to come to me, right? Hahaha, what can I do if I follow your wishes?

The two little ghost heads spoke intimately, and Ling Tian seemed to be a little cold, his body trembled, his face turned pale, and he said, "It's so cold."

Very quickly, a trace of contempt flashed in the little guy's eyes, and then he said considerately: "Young brother is cold, so hurry up and go to your aunt with Sister Qiuyu. We will have fun when we have time."

Qiuyue smiled and said, "Young Master is so sensible. Master Tian, ​​let's go. The master's wife should be anxious."

Ling Tian said "um" and said reluctantly: "Okay, goodbye to me, really little brother, I'll go find you later." He turned around and left, clearly feeling a pair of eyes staring at his back, with a hint of heat. He curled his lips, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Ling Tian's mouth.

Ling Xiao and Chu Ting'er sat on both sides of the table, opposite, Ling Tian had just taken the last bite of porridge and stood up. Chu Ting'er pulled Ling Tian into his arms, took out a scarf, gently wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "This child, I don't know how to wipe his mouth after dinner, like a little cat." Ling Tianyi was in his mother's arms, and his heart felt peaceful.

Ling Xiaofangzheng's face was filled with a smile and said, "You can clean up for Tian'er and go to my father's side later. My father has been busy finding a teacher for Tian'er these days, and it may have been done."

Chu Ting'er said oh and said with interest: "Teacher? I wonder which great scholars my father has found?"

Ling Xiao said, "I don't know, but since he is someone his father likes, he will definitely not be wrong."

Chu Ting'er's face showed a proud look: "No matter who is a teacher, our Tian'er is so smart, and you can learn the best of anything you learn, right?" As he said that, he gently twisted his son's smooth little face.

Ling Tian smiled bitterly in his heart, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Mother, I just met a child named Ling Zhen on the road. Who is he?"

"Ling Zhen?" Ling Xiao and Chu Ting'er looked at each other. Chu Ting'er said, "That is your second uncle Ling Kong's only son. I have been following your second uncle in the Northwest Horse Farm in the past few years. I guess your second uncle's family has returned. Well, you are about the same age and can play together in the future."

"Second uncle? Isn't grandpa only his father and his son?" Ling Tian said in confusion.

"Hahaha, you little devil. Your second uncle Lingkong was an orphan adopted by your grandfather back then. When he grew up, he accepted him as his adopted son. When your mother gave birth to you, your second uncle was sent to the northwest by your grandfather. It has been five years since... Time flies so fast... Your second uncle is very capable. You should be more respectful when you see your second uncle."

"Oh." Ling Tian lowered his head, and a face he had never forgotten appeared in his heart. The only person who showed murderous intent to him on the day he was born. He smiled mysteriously in his heart: Lingkong? Hehehe, are you back? It's getting more and more interesting. You were deliberately arranged today's things, right? Hehehe, it's rare that you are so intentional and train your biological son so well. The young master will make you father and son have fun, hehe.
Chapter completed!