The little guy directed Ling Chengye and approached An Nuannuan step by step...
Seeing that they were safe and sound, An Nuannuan breathed a long sigh of relief, came up to meet An Shijin, hugged An Shijin, and rubbed his little head vigorously...
"Uuuu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I forgot you there..."
"Um..." There were three black lines on the little guy's forehead. His mother was so forgetful that she could even forget her own precious son...
Fortunately, he is already used to his mommy being very nervous...
However, Ling Chengye on the side was shocked...
He wondered in his heart, did An Nuannuan not love this child enough, or was he too traumatized by the plane crash?
Can you even forget your own children?
"Nuan Nuan, didn't we ask you to wait for us in the car?"
Ling Chengye stretched out his hand quite distressedly and was about to touch her face...
An Nuannuan almost reflexively took two steps back to avoid him...
Ling Chengye's hand froze in mid-air in embarrassment...
The little guy instantly caught some clues from their expressions and smiled evilly...
He whispered in Ling Chengye's ear, "Uncle, you are lying. It seems that you are very familiar with my mother. However, it seems that uncle is in unrequited love. Do you want Jinjin's help?"
You?"
Ling Chengye's body trembled slightly, every word this little guy said hit his Achilles heel...
Unrequited love? Yes, he has indeed been in unrequited love. After so many years, it is still like this...
Putting away the sourness in his heart, Ling Chengye leaned over and whispered in the little guy's ear, "Okay..."
"Then, uncle, give me a gift first!"
The little guy looked at him with a harmless smile and extended his little finger towards him, "This way, the agreement between us men is completed!"
"Okay!" Ling Chengye smiled knowingly and extended his little finger. The little fingers of the two men, one big and one small, were clasped together. Then, they pressed their thumbs together tightly, smiling particularly heartily, as if they were the same person.
They are like a father and son...
An Nuannuan, who was watching on the sidelines, scratched her head and scratched her head for a while, confused...
"What are you two doing?" An Nuannuan frowned, staring at the two men, one large and one small, who were mingling at this moment...
"Shh, this is our men's secret. Mommy's best not to pry around. Uncle, let's go home..."
"Okay, let's go home!"
Ling Chengye lifted the little guy high, spread his legs, and let him ride on his shoulders. He held the suitcase in one hand and ran happily towards the road like a big boy...
Looking at this harmonious picture, An Nuannuan felt an indescribable sourness in her heart...
If it were the Emperor and the Young Emperor who carried An Shijin on his back, would they live in such harmony?
Will it be warmer and warmer than the current scene?
An Nuannuan didn't know that, for some reason, her nose felt sore, and her mind recalled the painful expression of the Emperor and the Young Emperor at the wedding five years ago...
Five years have passed, and even Ling Chengye, a gentle man, has become a lot tougher and vicissitudes of life...
I wonder how that king-like man, Emperor Shaohuang, is doing now?
Are you more cold-blooded, ruthless, and vicious than before?
After all, his heart was almost closed to begin with. I'm afraid the fatal blow I gave him would completely seal his heart, right?