The rich and powerful: the devil's president haunts

Chapter 753 Just Like Your Mommy

"Oh, speaking of which, your mommy didn't get my consent." Lu Qiancheng's face was full of reluctance, but even so, his other hand had already started to fasten the seat belt.

Yan Nuo wondered, she obviously just wanted their father and son to get along well, but in the eyes of the two father and son, she became a barbaric and unreasonable sinner?

Yiran struggled to untie the seat belt that Yan Nuo had fastened on himself, but Lu Qiancheng didn't give him a chance, started the car, and before Yiran could react, the car drove away in a hurry.

"Bad uncle!" Yiran said angrily.

This time Lu Qiancheng decided that the 'adult' should not count the 'villain', even though Yiran scolded him for a few minutes, he didn't reply.

However, when Yiran scolded him 'bad uncle' for No. 11 times, his temper followed suit.

"One more curse, do you believe that I'm leaving you by the side of the road right now?"

"..."

Yiran shut up and turned her little head out of the window.

After a long time, there was no response from Yiran who had been talking about it all the time. Lu Qiancheng was a little surprised, so he turned his head away.

I saw Yiran biting her lower lip tightly, her small shoulders trembling slightly, and a trace of tears slipped down the corner of her eyes.

He cried?
"Ahem..." Lu Qiancheng was inexplicably confused, coughed softly twice on purpose, trying to attract his attention, but the little guy still stubbornly stopped looking at him again.

"Hey, let me say..." As soon as Lu Qiancheng said the words, he was forceful and domineering as usual. After thinking about it, he still felt that something was inappropriate, so he slammed on the brakes at the right time.

"You, why are you crying? I didn't hit you. You're five years old and you're still crying. Are you ashamed?"

"Don't worry about it!" Yiran's voice was muffled.

"Are you still stubborn? You look just like your mommy." Lu Qiancheng shook his head helplessly.

The tears on Yiran's face became more and more wanton, Lu Qiancheng was really at a loss now.

"Don't cry, can I apologize?"

"..."

"What are you going to do to not be mad at me?"

"..."

"I'll pay attention next time, don't yell at you, don't lose your temper with you, okay?" Lu Qiancheng's head was about to swell, why is this kid so difficult to coax?

He talked a lot, but Yiran only answered him with silence.

"Okay." Lu Qiancheng seemed to have made up his mind, he hesitated for a while, and then spoke slowly.

"I promise, I will never go to your house at night again."

"Really?" Yiran was finally willing to speak.

"Yes." Lu Qiancheng nodded.

"Well, I will forgive you this time." Yiran smiled happily.

Looking at the child who rejected him so much, Lu Qiancheng felt an indescribable sadness in his heart...

The car stopped at the school gate, Lu Qiancheng walked to Yiran's side, unfastened his seat belt, and carried him out of the car.

For the first time, he felt that he had also done what a father should do to his son.

"The schoolbag,...is it a bit heavy?" Lu Qiancheng took Yiran's schoolbag off his shoulders by accident, and held it in his hands.

Yiran didn't take it seriously, and walked in front of Lu Qiancheng with small steps.

Lu Qiancheng followed Yiran to his classroom.

"Mr. Li, good morning." When Yiran was at the door, she greeted her teacher obediently.

(End of this chapter)