Several female bodyguards surrounded her, looking at her expressionlessly, as if her rotation was just transparent to them.
At this moment, her cell phone rang, and Lin Qianqian was overjoyed, thinking that the scumbag Yan Mubei had woken up.
Without even looking, he quickly pressed the answer button: "Hey, are you awake?"
"I've been awake for a long time." There was a child's dissatisfied murmur, and she could imagine the way he pouted his little lips at this time: "Mommy, have you forgotten?"
"Haha, it turns out to be Colin." Lin Qianqian waved the bodyguards surrounding her to move away, leaving her with a private space.
She thought about dinner and quickly asked her son: "Has Colin had dinner?"
"No." He continued to mutter dissatisfaction, with a childlike anger.
Lin Qianqian raised her hand and looked at her watch, frowning: "It's past nine o'clock, why don't you have dinner? You'll be starving."
"I want to wait for mommy to come back, and I want to eat with mommy."
"Be good, Mommy is a little busy, I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you, you should eat first."
"I don't want it, I don't want to eat it myself."
"Where are Betty and Aunt Qiong? They are still with you."
"I don't want it, I just want mommy, I just want mommy." A cute baby started to cry: "Mommy, don't you want me?"
Once her son's trump card came out, Lin Qianqian had no choice but to surrender.
"Silly boy, why would mommy not want you? You eat first, mommy will be home soon."
"You said the same thing just now, saying you would come back soon, but you never came back." She cried even more lawlessly, howling like a puppy wandering the streets.
Lin Qianqian's heart was pinched and painful, and she was spinning in circles again.
The bodyguards looked left and right, monitoring the surrounding environment, and looked towards her from time to time with strange eyes.
You probably think Lin Qianqian's behavior is weird.
Lin Qianqian wished she could use a machine gun to kill all the bodyguards who were an eyesore, and then rush home as quickly as possible to see her son and soothe his injured heart.
Ouch, poor little Colin, who is only two and a half years old, didn't have dinner after nine o'clock in order to wait for his mother to come home. How could this happen?
The more her son cried, the more upset and anxious she became, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
At this moment, a childish girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, softly: "Why didn't my little brother shed tears when he cried?"
Then came Colin's voice, shouting very quickly and softly: "Don't touch my face."
Although the two people spoke very softly and with the sound of arguing, Lin Qianqian heard them clearly.
In an instant, her anxiety and uneasiness faded away, replaced by a black line of teasing on her face.
The two children over there were still arguing, and the sound became clearer and audible.
"Mom said good children shouldn't pretend to cry. Little brother, you are too bad."
"I'm not pretending to cry, Betty, shut up." This tone was full of admiration.
"You have."
"I don't."
Lin Qianqian sweatdropped: "……."
Son, you are really cheating on your mother's maternal love.
Lin Qianqian's heartache disappeared and she calmly said to her son: "Let Betty answer the phone."
Colin screamed secretly over there and coquettishly said: "She is lying. Mommy, don't talk to her, she is the bad boy."