Chapter 485: Only love Nannan, this is my son.

At the moment, Yan Qian’s little face pulled down and slammed and stared at the child.
Do you say it again?

The child laughed and said, "You are not a young master at all, your father is south, your mom is small..."
If you haven't spoken yet, Qian Qian has already rushed up.
Although Qian Qian is only eight years old, both parents have good genes. In their peers, height is already a leader. Then he took the boy to the ground and rode it up.
The remaining two children of the other party saw their companions being bullied and rushed up.
When Qian Qian was three years old, Xi Muqiao sent him to learn self-defense. He also had a friend support on his own side, and the two hit three did not fall.
The cold sight of the south of Mona swept through the other three children, and the lips sneered.
Since the age of three, Yu Qian began to learn self-defense techniques, and he has an advantage in height. The other side is spoiled and hanged. Of course, it is much more fierce than Qian Qian.
One by one crying, shouting, tears, and it’s just a bag!
This is, a middle-aged man suddenly came in.
As soon as I came in, I saw the south of Mo. The man sneaked and quickly stepped forward and reached out. "Hello, you are Wang Yan, I am..."
"I know you."
The man was a glimpse first, then nodded quickly.
However, I don’t want to continue to say to the south.
I think if my father knows about this, your cooperation will be terminated.

Not only did Wang Yan come to see it, but even the women behind him were stunned.
South Lin did not take over the family business, but went out to fight the current Guanglin entertainment company, they have no business dealings with the South, but with the South Father!
Just calling the parents from the teacher is the south of Molai, and I know that the rumor that Xi Xiqian is the son of Nanlin Mo is definitely true.
When I got rid of the little prince of the South, I rushed to the temper of Nan Laozi, and certainly would not stop doing it!
The key is that the South, the Xijia, the Jijia relationship is so good, and the three pillars in Jiangcheng are almost all involved in various industries. What's more, the companies that have been blacklisted by them can be said to have no way to live!
With such a thought, the three women were suddenly white.
And Wang Yanlai, even more scared the sweat of the beans continue to flow down.
Turning his head and squinting at the woman and child who did not live up to their own lives, the child was scared and the voice of crying was even louder.
"Mr. Nan, we are really wrong. The children are spoiled by the family. I must be disciplined when I go home, and the woman’s mouth is broken. Please ask Mr. Nan to have a large number of adults. Forgive us this time!"
Nan Lin did not speak, but turned and walked to the front of Qian Qian, and his eyes looked at the little boy who was half a head shorter than Qi Qian. His face was also hung, and it was not very serious.
When I looked at the child for a while, I remembered and asked, "Who is Wen Shaofan?"
"My father."
Nan Mo nodded his head and raised his hand and touched it on the child's head. His face showed a smile.
Wang Yanlai still wants to go forward and fight for it, but it was stopped by Wang Lin.
The child was simply treated with a wound. In the south, Mo took two children to leave the infirmary and went to the lounge.
Halfway through, I just met Wen Shaofan who came upstairs.
Wen Shaofan glimpsed before he recognized it.
"South is Mo!"
The man hooked his lips, "It's me."
The little boy beside him shouted, "Dad!"
Wen Shaofan looked down and saw the son behind him.
When he saw the injury on his son's face, he frowned and pulled his son over, picking up his small chin and frowning. "I really fight with my classmates."
The little guy is a bit happy, "Oh!"
It was heard that the mouth of the mouth was pumped in the south.
Why did he see pleasure in the tone and expression of Wen Shaofan and his son?
He touched his son's little face, Wen Shaofan said, "Look for a place to have a cup of tea?"
"it is good!"
When the two children were there, they found a dessert shop.
The two men asked for two cups of black coffee, two children for ice cream and two matcha mousse.
South of Mohe Wen Shaofan is a primary school classmate, with Xi Muqiao, Ji Su is also a childhood playmate, but later when he was in high school, Wen Shaofan went to a foreign country, and then slowly faded.
"This little guy is your son?"
In the south, Mo Mengguang gently glanced at Xiao Qian, who was eating ice cream, nodded. "Yes, Qian Qian, is the son of me and Mu Yan, is the sister of Mu Qiao, still remember?"
Wen Shaofan sipped his mouth and said, "Of course I know, that is the little girl who is behind our all day, with two little sister-in-laws and troubles everywhere."
I remembered that when I was in the south, Mo Yan laughed and said, "Yes, it is her."
Wen Shaofan glanced at the child again and smiled and nodded.
He heard his son say that there is a good little friend in the school called Xi Qianqian.
He is very curious as to why the son of the South Lin Mo will be the surname, and he has not heard that the South and Mo He Xi Muyan married, curious to curiosity, but he will not ask.
"My son's personality is more introverted. I always thought that he would not conflict with people, and he would not fight with others, but he did not expect my son to fight."
After that, Wen Shaofan laughed himself.
South Lin also followed the laughter. "Yeah, quite a few of us had a group of people fighting together, but I didn't expect that after so many years, our children would even have a fight."
Half an hour later, the two left with their children, and they agreed to gather together several brothers.
South Lin did not have that mind to go with the few people, and lost to assistant Wang Lin, who took his son to the company.
Qian Qian’s mood was much better. She took Mummy’s makeup mirror left in the car and looked at the scar on her forehead. She was dissatisfied with a small mouth.
The little guy is very concerned about his own value, although it is only a shallow one, but he is also very unhappy.
The man glanced at the tangled little guy from the rearview mirror and said, "Nothing, take you to the Mingyang Cognac in the afternoon to take the tube ointment and keep a little scar."
The little guy was sulking.
In front of the company building, after parking, Yan Qian took the lead to jump.
In the south, Mo will hand the car keys to the security guard and then enter the hall.
The little guy is not coming for the first time, but it was a child.
After the age of seven, the little guy's facial features became more and more like the south, and Xi Muyan banned him from coming here, for fear of being seen by the people.
The receptionist didn't recognize it. When I just wanted to ask the children who I was looking for, I saw that my president came in and waved at Qian Qian.
"Yu Qian, come over."
The little guy came over, his hands and his pockets, a leisurely look.
The man raised his eyebrows. "This is my son. He will come later and will inform me the first time."