Baby mommy wants to divorce

Qin Qian came down from the second floor. Lin Hai saw her, "Miss Qin..."

Qin Qian touched the child's soft FA Ding, "where is the kitchen?"

As soon as the child heard this, he raised his arm and hugged her thigh. "Mommy, don't we go home?"

"Aren't you hungry? Shall we have dinner first? "

"Good!"

Lin Hai breathed a sigh of relief and pointed in a direction, "Miss Qin, that's the kitchen."

"OK, borrow the kitchen."

"Miss Qin, just use it."

Qin Qian nodded, held the child on the sofa and whispered, "Mom will cook for you. Will you stay well?"

"Yes!"

"The boy is so good." Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen. After taking a look, he opened the refrigerator and took out some ingredients.

The little boy sitting on the sofa stared at the direction of the kitchen.

Lu tingshen, who had taken a bath, stood on the second floor. When he heard the sound of the kitchen, he couldn't help looking at it. He walked downstairs slowly. Lin Hai saw him speak, "President Lu, Miss Qin is cooking for Miss Qin in the kitchen."

Lu tingshen tilted his head to look at the little boy. The little boy was looking at him, looking at him silently for a moment.

"Hum!" The little boy turned away with a cold hum and puffed up his face, "bad uncle, get out of the way, you're blocking my sight."

Lin Hai: "

Lu tingshen sat opposite her and stared at her with a low voice, "is that a little boy?"

The little boy blinked, turned his head and looked at him, "why do you call me!"

Lu Ting saw her angry face and obviously didn't want to pay attention to him. His black eyes kept turning. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"What's your last name?"

"My last name is chang..."

Hearing the speech, Lu tingshen's face was momentarily gloomy. However, the little boy didn't seem to be afraid of him. His big eyes blinked and stared at him.

"Your surname is Chang, your surname is Lu."

One side, Lin Haigen, who just wanted to stop, was not as good as Lu tingshen. Lu tingshen's words had been finished. He pulled his lips and looked carefully at the child. She seemed to twist her eyebrows, as if she didn't understand.

"Lu Tong? It doesn't sound good, but it's still pleasant to the ears of Chang Tong. "

Lin Hai's eyes twitch. Lu Tong is more pleasant to his ears. Chang Tong... What's the name.

With that, the child put his arms around his small shoulders, raised her proud jaw, and thought that her calf was a little rusty, and kicked a few times.

"Bad uncle, are you Lu?"

Bad uncle

Lu tingshen only felt depressed and said in a deep voice, "isn't surname Lu good?"

"Not good." The little boy looked at him seriously for a while, raised his lips, and a bad light appeared in his eyes. "Otherwise, you don't want your surname Lu. Your surname is Chang. Follow me?"

Lin Hai:???!!!

Lu tingshen's face was heavy, even her eyes were deep, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the fundus of her eyes crossed the essence light with unknown meaning.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to have solidified.

Lin Hai was standing on one side. He didn't even dare to breathe. His eyes were about to fall to the ground. What amazing words did he hear just now?

Yu Guang secretly glanced at the man on the sofa. He saw that the outline of his side face was extremely tight, and his breath was weak. He took a few steps quietly, thinking that if President Lu couldn't help but start, he would stop him.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ting gave him a cold glance and made him freeze in place.

Lin Hai's mind was completely seen through, and he cleared his voice awkwardly, "cough!"

The father and daughter looked at each other and exchanged silent tit for tat. For a moment, Lu tingshen laughed angrily, leaned back, bent his arms on the sofa, his index finger gently lowered his forehead and laughed loudly.

The deep and mellow laughter seemed to show an unidentified pleasure.

On the contrary, the child was depressed. He was not very angry just now. How could he laugh again? Should he be a psychopath?

Hum, she doesn't want to talk to him anymore! Instead of looking at him, she focused on the direction of the kitchen. She was really hungry, but she just wanted to eat the food cooked by her mother.

So when Qin Qian came out of the kitchen with food, what he saw was this scene. Lu Ting's deep lips were light, and her eyes always fell on the child's face. Because of her side orientation, she couldn't see what his eyes were.

"Little boy, it's time for dinner."

"Good!" The child cheered, then got up from the sofa and ran over.

Qin Qian touched her head and whispered, "wash your hands first."

"Yes."

The child who had washed her hands sat on the chair with her eyes bare, because it was all she liked to eat, braised ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of laver soup.

"Mom, feed you, come on."

"Yes!"

The mother and daughter sat together. Qin Qian took his rice bowl and fed the child one by one. The child looked satisfied and muttered, "Mom's food is the best."

"Eat more if it's delicious, but don't talk when you eat. You'll choke, you know?"

"Well..."

Qin Qian, with a gentle face and charming soft light at the bottom of his eyes, gently rubbed the corners of the child's mouth.

Until the side chair was opened, the mother and daughter lifted their eyes and forgot the past together. One pair of eyes was similar and looked at her with confused eyes at the same time.

Lu tingshen was silent, but Lin Hai responded, "ah, Miss Qin, do you have any food? President Lu came here after work, so he hasn't eaten yet. "

Qin Qian had a moment of confusion, so?

Lin Hai saw that she was very confused. She was speechless and could only ask again, "is there any food?"

Qin Qian took a look at Lu tingshen. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he lowered his eyes and whispered, "there's more in the kitchen."

So, three people sat at the table at the same time

Qin Qian began to shake his mind. This scene was very familiar. In her previous dreams, there was often a warm scene. It was just her crazy dream, but no one told her that the crazy dream would also see the line of sight, although her position was very different.

"Mom, I want to eat ribs!"

Qin Qian then regained his mind. He glanced at the ribs on the plate and stretched out his chopsticks. He was about to clip them. He saw a pair of chopsticks first. She clamped them into the child's bowl. She looked at the ribs in the bowl. She didn't know why, so she fell into meditation.

Qin Qian glanced at Lu tingshen and saw him eating gracefully and carelessly. He looked down at the child's face. Their appearance was amazing and seemed more persuasive than DNA.

Children eat less than half a bowl of rice, less than half a bowl of soup and four or five pieces of pork chops. For girls at this age, they eat really well.

"Mommy, can we go home?"

Qin Qian said nothing for a moment and stroked her cheek. His eyes were full of heartbreak. "Mom can't take you away for the time being..."

The little boy twisted his eyebrows, held her hand, lowered his head, and slowly raised his head for a long time. "When will my mother pick me up?"

"Mom, as soon as possible..."

The little boy deflated his mouth. "Can you wait until I fall asleep?"

Qin Qian was so sad that he kissed his daughter's cheek, "OK."