A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

As Bo Lao said, a quiet mind does not lose Tangtang.

I heard that he has a superb memory, and he can basically remember things he has seen and heard.

only……

"dad……"

Xiao Jingjing murmured, her milky voice was still without any emotion.

But falling into Lu Yan's ears, the soft voice, the long tail sound, was like two soft ribbons, gently and softly wrapped around Lu Yan's heart Come on, tighten it slowly.

A hot discussion boiled in his chest.

With the child's call, the eyes that were always cold and sharp were dyed with a thick layer of soft light.

"Be good and quiet, daddy will visit you at night? On weekends... Dad will take you to the amusement park, okay?"

The mellow voice, intoxicated in the joy of becoming a father for the first time, is slightly hoarse, but gentle enough.

"Play...Dad...Play...Mommy..."

A touch of comfort flashed across his eyes.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a quiet look appeared in his mind.

"Yes, Dad and Mommy, can I take you and my brother out to play together? Go ride bumper cars, merry-go-round, Ferris wheel..."

On the other side, quietly biting her pink lips, listening quietly.

The expression on his face was as indifferent as ever.

But the hands holding the mobile phone, which was obviously too big for him, trembled slightly.

"it is good."

The father and son communicated for a long time.

Although most of the time, Lu Yan, who cherishes words like gold on weekdays, is talking and listening quietly, but this does not affect the conversation between the father and son.

At least, let Jing Jing talk more.

"Jingjing, is there no adult around you? Where's Mommy?"

After a long time, Lu Yan, who hadn't heard anything, suddenly asked.

At the same time, I switched ears to listen to the phone.

But over there, there was no movement.

Quietly fell silent.

He turned his head slowly and looked around.

The little brows were tightly frowned, almost a pimple appeared between the brows.

But those little hands still held the phone, opened his mouth slowly, and after muttering for a long time, he finally answered: "Zeng... grandpa... looking for... looking for... Mommy..."

"Quiet Grandpa Zeng, are you talking to Mommy?"

"……Um."

Quietly nodded, her frown slightly loosened.

It seemed that Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief because he understood what he meant.

"So, Jing Jing called Dad quietly?"

Hearing this, Mengbao hesitated and nodded heavily.

Then there was another "hmm".

But this time, before Lu Yan could speak, Jingjing suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It was accompanied by Bao Jinghan's voice.

"Quiet? Quiet, are you in there!"

door, open.

Mengbao quietly held the phone, looked at Bao Jinghan who was standing at the door, and opened her mouth slightly, as if a little surprised.

But soon it moved slowly again, talking on the phone in a whisper.

"Dad, Mommy... come here..."

Looking at his son, Bao Jinghan's dark pupils unconsciously retracted slightly.

She walked in quickly and squatted down to keep eye level with her son.

"Quiet, who are you calling?"

Asking in a low voice, Bao Jinghan reached out and stroked the child's black hair, staring at the little guy's extremely beautiful but emotionless eyes.

A sour feeling welled up in my heart.

She sniffed unconsciously, but her eyes and brows were full of maternal tenderness.

At this time, quietly and slowly handed the mobile phone in front of her.

"Yes... Dad..."