Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 715

Mentioning the child, Meng Lan raised her eyes subconsciously, and looked in Liu Niancheng's direction.

After all, he was just a child, and when faced with such an occasion, his whole body trembled with fear.

Seeing this, Meng Lan finally calmed down and sighed softly, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Mu slid his arms down slightly, hugged her waist tightly, leaned against her ear, and reminded her in a low voice, "Relax, today is Children's Day, I just want to be with the children."

Accompany the children...

Feng Mu's tone was pleading, which made Meng Lan frowned slightly, as if she realized something, and reminded him again,
"You and Niancheng..."

"He came to look for me." Feng Mu's eyes were serious, "Menglan, I can't hide it, blood relationship can't be separated."

After the words fell, Meng Lan's face suddenly changed.

But soon, she was able to accept this reality, curled her lips, and couldn't help giving a wry smile.

What are you talking about?

Blood relationship is really a wonderful thing, just Nian Cheng's face similar to Feng Mu's, it's hard not to make people suspect that they are the biological father and son.

She can't hide it forever.

Meng Lan took a deep breath, pulled away from Feng Mu's embrace, walked to Nian Cheng's side, and squatted down slightly.

"Mommy." Liu Niancheng hugged him tightly, his eyes were red, "Is it because he bullied you again, now I'm here to protect you, let's drive him away together!"

"Mummy is fine." Meng Lanwei raised her hand and caressed his cheek, her eyes were extremely serious, and she reminded him, "Niancheng, I didn't tell you the truth before because I thought you were too young, but since You've already discovered it, so there's no need to hide it."

"Feng Mu is your father, now he wants to spend Children's Day with you, do you agree?"

After much deliberation, Menglan still felt that she needed the little guy's permission to meet her father.

Listening to her words, there was a gleam of light in Liu Niancheng's eyes.

But immediately, he stretched out his hand, tightly clutching the corner of Menglan's clothes, and said in a pleading tone, "I listen to Mommy, if you don't like it, then I won't see him."

After the words fell, Meng Lan's heart suddenly ached.

Her son was too sensible, so he refused to say anything, but she could see how much he longed for his father.

Meng Lan didn't say much, she gently stroked Liu Niancheng's head, comforting him softly,
"Then let him stay with you for a day."

Sure enough, although Liu Niancheng's fingers were clenched tightly on the corner of his clothes, he might have seen a trace of excitement in his dark pupils.

Feng Mu followed the mother and son into the house with his things. Meng Lan dug out a pair of brand new slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to him, "Wear these."

"Yeah." Feng Mu handed the package in his hand to Meng Lan, and explained in a deep voice, "I haven't had lunch yet, this is the vegetables and some meat I bought in the supermarket before I came here, and I'll make a hot pot."

Meng Lan frowned.

But when he thought of his son, he still stretched out his hand and took it, "Okay, then you accompany Niancheng, and I'll go to the kitchen to get ingredients."

This is nothing more than to give the father and son some time to spend alone.

After all, that's the day!

Watching Menglan walk towards the kitchen, Feng Mu changed into his slippers and walked into the living room, looking around.

The small villa has two small floors and is not very big. The furniture placed in the house is probably bought from the second-hand market, and few of the furnishings are recycled.

But Menglan was decorated very warmly. As soon as he entered the door, he could see a height chart on the wall, recording Niancheng's growth from childhood to adulthood.

The life of mother and son is not bad.

Only...he was missing.

"I warn you, don't bully my mommy, otherwise... I won't meet you in the future!" At this moment, his thigh suddenly sank, Liu Niancheng hugged his thigh tightly, his small face was full of anger Crumpled into a ball.

But after all, he is a child, and there is a bit of cuteness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Stinky boy, are you talking to your father just like that?" Feng Mu raised his hand and pinched his little face, with a touch of pampering in his voice, "Your mommy takes such good care of you, why should I bully you?" she?"

"Ouch~" the little guy cried out in pain, but the eyes that looked at Feng Mu were less vigilant, "Well, you will do what you say."

"I'm your own father, don't you believe me?" Feng Mu stood up, looked down at the small figure below him with a serious expression, "He has no respect, he is not my Feng Mu's son, he is called Dad."

Liu Niancheng snorted coldly.

But immediately, as if he realized something, his eyes suddenly turned, and he opened his mouth to remind him,
"You can call me dad if you want, as long as you don't make things difficult for my mommy and make her happy, I will recognize you."

As soon as these words fell, Feng Mu's eyes showed bitterness.

It is not difficult to not embarrass Menglan.

But he knows Menglan better than anyone else, and it may be even more difficult to make her happy.

"Okay, I promise you." Feng Muwei squatted down, looked at Liu Niancheng, and reminded seriously, "But I think for your mommy, you are the happiest thing, so let's go together Make her happy, okay?"

"Hmm!" It was his duty to protect Mommy.

Feng Mu smiled and patted his head, raised his hand, and gave him a high-five in mid-air.

And Meng Lan came out of the kitchen with a hot pot, and she was surprised to see the scene where the father and son were in harmony.

When did they get so good?
"It's time to eat." Meng Lan reminded in a muffled voice, and put the hot pot on the dining table.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Liu Niancheng's eyes sparkled with excitement, he took Feng Mu's arm, and walked towards the dining table, "Let me tell you, my mommy made this base by herself , very fragrant~”

Feng Mu raised his eyes, looked at Meng Lan, and smiled slightly, "Really? Then I have to taste it."

The little guy was very excited today, he bit his finger, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, by the way, Mommy has planted a lot of watermelons in the yard, they are so sweet, I'll pick them right away."

"Niancheng, eat first..."

Meng Lan couldn't call him at all, the little guy jumped on the ground with both feet, and ran towards the melon field.

Looking at her back, Meng Lan couldn't help but have black lines all over her head, and silently vowed in her heart that she would focus on educating her son to be frugal in the future, otherwise he might send his family away.

"Let him play, he's just a child." Feng Mu smiled helplessly. He picked up the chopsticks on the table and scattered them one by one, "Nian Cheng's personality is like yours, very enthusiastic."

Meng Lan pursed her lips, but there was no emotion on her small face.

After a while, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, and she asked sullenly, "Niancheng never gets close to outsiders, what method did you use just now?"

(End of this chapter)