Chapter 498: Only love the South is not allowed to tell Mommy.

The little guy turned her head and said something to the girl. The girl waved her hand at Yu Qian and they separated.
Seeing that the girl came in to pick up her car, Qian Qian only took a handful of pockets, half-folded eyelashes, and casually walked south toward Mo.
Just a dozen meters, he was honed and smashed, and he came over in a minute.
I didn’t look up to see the south, but I watched the man pick up the expensive handmade shoes. The tone didn’t have any ups and downs.
Mummy?

In the south, I looked at the little guy on his chest and touched it on his head. "Your mommy is busy at work today. I will pick you up recently."
He was so sullen and sullen, still did not look up.
The man slaps his lips and deliberately provokes the words of Qian Qian.
"Who is that girl?"
Yan Qian raised one foot and pointed his toes on the ground. He said, "No, no one, it is a classmate, a classmate."
Rao is the one who said that as the old fox, the south of the fox, or the eye-point discovery, the child's ears are red.
The man nodded and said, "It's pretty, what's the name?"
"Nan Nan."
In the south, Mo lip corners are bent, and a pair of stunned appearances, oh, a long sound, and a knife, "Nan Nan, do you usually call the classmate's name? She is not? Also called you Qian Qian?"
Suddenly, the little guy’s ears were redder, and even the white face was red.
The little guy clenched his lips and jerked his head up. He said to the south, "You are not allowed to laugh. We are ordinary friends. You are not allowed to tell Mummy!"
The little guy blew a hair, and the south of Mo Quan understood it. He nodded his head and said, "Okay, let’s listen to it. When I am in a coma, I seem to hear someone say it. As long as I wake up, I will call me squatting. I woke up for two months. Someone still didn’t call, and it’s not a good boy to talk.

He Qiang turned his head. As if he didn't hear him, he opened the door and got into the car. He said to the man with his hands on the outside of the car. "You can't walk, don't leave, let me pick me up!"
The man smiled and slid around the other side of the car and opened the door and drilled in.
Yan Qian bowed his head and played with a tablet.
The man watches the child from the rearview mirror while driving.
Still talking from time to time, "Is it okay? Big baby?"
Yan Qian’s small mouth slammed tightly and silently protested him.
For a long time, he heard the man driving the car sigh and said, "Hey, I finally felt a little hopeful, I woke up, and it was beaten back."
After that, it was a long sigh.
Yan Qian couldn't bear it. He threw the tablet aside and said with a small face. "Look at your performance, what if you don't change your death and make my mom sad?"
The man said categorically, "No!"
"I won't believe you. For those of you who have a criminal record, be careful and be careful!" Qian Qian is like a small adult, holding his hands in front of xiong.
For you, a man with a criminal record...
Nan Lin Mo was stunned by the child.
I just wanted to refute it. I couldn’t find a rebuttable statement.
The man's eyebrows gradually turned up, thinking about it, he was actually a man with a criminal record in the south, really.... sad!
Go home.
Xi Muyan has not returned yet. To work overtime tonight, it is estimated that it will take eight o'clock to come back, so that the father and son will not wait for her to eat, she will solve the problem outside.
South Lin Mo in the kitchen to pick rice, Qi Qian suddenly came in.
The little guy grabbed his pocket with his hands and leaned against the door frame. His left leg was straight and his right leg was owed in front. It looked quite handsome.
I have been with the children for a long time, and I have learned a way in the south.
Just don't take the initiative to ask the child what to do, let the child take the initiative to say it.
So he took a look at his eyes and then he did his own thing.
Sure enough, seeing the South Lin did not take care of himself, and Qian Qian drumed up the drums to help the child, quite uncomfortable, but there was something to say in the heart, tangled for a while, still said it.
"Let's go get a meal for Mommy?"
The action in the hands of the man who was washing the vegetables, then smacked the lips and turned and looked at the child. "Do you want to go?"
"Of course!" Yan Qian felt that this man had some nonsense and didn't want to go to me to ask you what to do!
"it is good!"
"Then you do more food that Mommy likes to eat."
"Sugar cool ribs, assorted, white pheasant, braised potatoes enough?"
The little guy frowned and thought about it. "Don't be a white chicken, do the rice and rape."
"No."
Yan Qian frowned, not waiting for him to express his dissatisfaction, he heard the man said, "You are allergic to seafood, as long as there is a little seafood, you can not eat, forget how sick allergies when you are young?"
"I can't eat it, Mommy likes to eat."
South Lin Mo looked for ribs from the refrigerator and said, "But I think, if I have made a seaweed rape, after you go, your mommy will definitely yell at me, maybe I will drive me out."
"I still can't remember when you were three years old, when you were eating hot pot at home, I didn't know that you were allergic to seafood at that time, and I ate a lot of shrimp for you. I almost lost my life. Then your mommy almost killed me!"
Yan Qian surprised and raised a small brow, slightly with a small mouth.
He was allergic to that time, but Mummy almost killed the South Lin Mo. He really didn't know.
"So baby, spare your boss."
Wen Yan, Qian Qian nodded, but did not insist on it.
When cooking, the father and son first put them out and put them into the insulated bucket, which was eaten.
South Lin Mo cooking is particularly good, Qian Qian is also from snacks to big, especially like, although the mouth said that he does not want to see the south, but the food in the south, he can not control a lot.
After dinner, it is already six o'clock.
I was going to drive, but I thought that the studio of Xi Muyan was more than 20 minutes away from this side, plus I had some support, so the two gave up driving and walked.
Already near the late autumn, the sun has disappeared and the weather is slightly dark.
In the south, Mo Yi hand-held the insulated bucket, and copied the pocket in one hand. Qi Qiang used his hands to copy the pockets. While walking, he went to kick the fallen leaves on the road. Did he laugh out loud?
Although the two did not speak, but the face of the South Lin Mo has been hanging a smile.
The father and the son are similar in appearance, and the pedestrians on the road frequently look at each other.
At this time, the mood of the South Lin Mo is even better, and I thought that I would go out for a walk with words and sorrows, and I would like to satisfy my vanity.
Twenty minutes later, I went downstairs to the building.
Xi Muyan’s studio is on the fifteenth floor of the building.
Yan Qian often comes over, so many people know the little guys, the little guys are sweet, and the older brothers and sisters are calling.