"Uncle Xiao, my mother likes my father very much, and my father also likes my mother very much. I know you like my mother, but you should give up. The person my mother likes is my father."
Lan Qingyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Zijin, don't you want me to be with your mother?"
The little guy nodded without hesitation.
Thinking of Tianlan Qingyue buying him delicious and fun things these days, he felt a little embarrassed to nod so quickly.
Actually, he doesn’t hate him either.[
As long as he doesn't compete with his father for his mother, he can like him.
"Uncle Xiao, can you stop liking my mother?"
The little guy looked at him seriously and said seriously, "The baby likes mother and father to be together. Uncle Xiao, you are good-looking and rich. There must be many girls who like you. You can go and like others."
Just don’t compete with the baby’s father for your mother’s marriage.”
"The baby and mother will live with you during this period, eat and use your food. When the baby grows up, they will make money and return it to you."
Lan Qingyue bent down, gently pressed her hands on the little guy's shoulders, and said in a gentle tone, "Zijin, if Uncle Xiao tells you that I am your father, would you believe it?"
The little guy seemed to be frightened by something. He opened his mouth wide and looked at him blankly for a while before he said angrily, "Uncle Xiao, don't talk nonsense. The baby only has one father. The baby will not let anyone else be my father."
"
"What if I were your father."
"you are not.."
Xiao Zijin pushed him away and took a few steps back. His face was bulging and his eyes were wide open, as if he was angry.
"Uncle Xiao, if you keep talking nonsense, the baby will get angry."
Lan Qingyue had a helpless expression on her face.
It seemed that even if he told the truth, the little guy wouldn't believe it.
Finally, I understood why Mu Lingyue didn't tell him everything early in the morning.
Even if I told him, the little guy wouldn't believe it for a while.
What troubles him the most right now is not this matter, but Mu Lingyue.
The wedding day was getting closer...but her mood became abnormal.
He felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, and this uneasy feeling became stronger because of her increasingly obvious indifference.
"Dong dong dong..."
Lan Qingyue walked to Mu Lingyue's courtyard, stretched out her hand and knocked gently on the door.[
He knew that she was not sleeping, and saying she was tired and wanted to sleep was just an excuse to avoid him.
"Xi'er, I know you're not asleep. Please open the door. I have something to tell you."
The room was quiet, there was no movement at all.
Lan Qingyue sighed softly and knocked on the door again, "Xi'er, be obedient and open the door. We need to have a good talk."
"No, I'm sleepy. Let's talk about anything tomorrow."
Her voice finally came from the room, cold and clear, as if he was just a stranger.
There was no way Lan Qingyue was willing to leave. She refused like this every day, but on the second day, she didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
"Xi'er, if you don't open the door, I will come in by myself."
After a while, there was still no movement in the room. Just when he was about to force the door open, there was a creak and the door slowly opened.
She stood at the door, looking at him expressionlessly, and her tone was so cold that he couldn't accept it, "If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly. I'm very sleepy and want to sleep..."