When I got home on a cold day, I saw my son sitting on the sofa, listless.

He put his coat on the back of his chair and walked over.

"What's the matter?"

The big hand rubbed his little head.

"You're back, daddy?"

The little guy just looked up at him and then dropped his head.

Cold day swept a living room, embrace him, pinched the son's small face, soft voice way: "is still uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's hard..."

The little guy buried his head in his neck, wilting.

On a cold day, he kneaded his little head and then walked to the restaurant with him in his arms. "Eat something first and give you some medicine later, OK?"

Leng Yicheng raised his eyes and looked at the cold sky, then lowered his head and lay on his shoulder.

Fu's mother saw the cold weather coming back and quickly put the meal out, "Sir, Miss Xia has gone."

"Well!" On a cold day, he nodded slightly, put his son on the children's chair and sat down beside him.

He gave the little guy some of his favorite dishes, but his son poked at the rice, one mouthful without another.

"No appetite?"

Cold day side Mou is glaring at small fellow, come back from him wilt.

Leng Yicheng takes a look at him and says, "I want to eat mummy's instant noodles!"

On a cold day, I frown and watch Fu Ma's food. The table is full of nutritious food. But strangely, I suddenly feel that I have no appetite.

"Auntie!"

Leng Yicheng blinked at him. His mouth was shriveled, and his round eyes were moist, like a poor little suckling cat.

Cold days, the corners of the mouth without a trace of the next.

Father and son, sitting at the dinner table, staring at each other, have no appetite.

On the other side, Leng's old house, Leng's father listened to the housekeeper's report while eating.

"Master, early this morning, Leng Shao picked up the young lady and accompanied him. Up to now, neither of them went to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"Well, good!" The cold old man nodded his head with a smile, which was the kid's wit.

"Is that as small as living?"

"No!" The housekeeper Leng Bundesliga reported the truth.

The cold old man narrowed his eyes. There was a fine light in the bottom of his eyes. He ordered, "pay attention to their dynamic situation at any time. I'll find you if there's any fork!"

"Yes Cold housekeeper is very speechless.

Cold old man thief's smile, suddenly remember, turned to ask cold housekeeper, "Oh, by the way, my baby great grandson, how?"

"The young master has recovered. Don't worry about him."

"Well, you can take this dish to him and find out what the boy says."

"Yes The cold housekeeper didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he packed the food directly, and by the way, he packed another cold day's favorite food and sent it to gold coast.

Here, on a cold day, he put down his chopsticks and looked straight at the little guy, "Leng Yicheng, what's the matter with you in the morning, eh?"

In the morning, he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't investigate in cold weather.

Then he went to the company again.

Now, there's time.

Cold Yi Cheng small mouth a pursed, secretly looked at him one eye, to his what all clear eyes, guilty of move away.

"Daddy..."

"Are you in the cold again?" On a cold day, he was serious and handsome, with a full posture. Few people resisted.

"I just want to see Auntie Leng Yicheng looks at the cold weather and changes her tongue consciously.

Cold day Mou Ren sink a few minutes, the finger that bone knot is distinct is knocking on dining table, the man is so, often was angry.

Little guy, drop your head, don't dare to look at him.

"Leng Yicheng, are you itching?"

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