Xu Shanya and Leng Qianyao looked at their son, Yi Danyou, who was so precious. They looked at each other and smiled, nodding in understanding. When Yi Tiannian saw Leng Cang and Leng Xinnian, his mouth was so surprised that he could put down an egg.
Why didn't you know that his daughter was already the mother of two four-year-old children?
"Nian'er, be good. Xiao Cang is coming with you. This is your grandpa. Come on, call me grandpa." Xu Shanya introduced the two children and Yi Tiannian to each other when Leng Qianmo carried Yi Danyou back to the villa.
"Hello, Grandpa!" Nian'er's mouth was so sweet that it made Yi Tiannian's heart melt. Besides, she looked just like Yi Danyou, which made him feel bad even if he didn't want to.
"Grandpa" Leng Cang called calmly, pretending to be unwilling to go hungry, but in his heart he was very satisfied with the current situation.
It turns out that his family can be so harmonious. Before, he always thought that he was an abandoned child, that's why his father didn't like him now. Just because he likes this feeling doesn't mean that he can blend in. After all, in the past four years,
He didn't feel the warmth of family at all
Xu Shanya has watched Leng Cang grow up since she was a child. With just one look from him, she knew what he was thinking. She smiled and said to Yi Tiannian: "In-laws, please take me to do it in the house for a while, and wait for Xiaoyou to wake up."
Now let’s solve some of the things that make you confused, okay?”
Seeing how Leng Qianmo cared for Yi Danyou just now, Yi Tiannian knew that her daughter would never be bullied again. He smiled and said, "Okay" and then carried Nian'er into the villa together.
Seeing Leng Qianyao's child standing there, Xu Shanya smiled and said, "You should go in first! I have something to say to Xiao Cang."
Leng Qianyao knew his wife very well, and he also knew Leng Cang very well. He nodded and followed Yi Tiannian into the villa.
Xu Shanya took Leng Cang to a relatively secluded small lake in the villa. By the lake, she and Leng Cang sat looking at each other. She said to Leng Cang, "Are you still complaining about your father?"
Leng Cang's little heart seemed to have been hit by something, a kind of unspeakable pain, but he had developed the ability to be moody and angry since he was a child. Even if it hurt, he would not show it on his face.
He said expressionlessly: "I don't care if he hates me."