Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

"Mommy, you're so cool!"

Little Xingxing gave Hawsang a thumbs up, smiled sweetly, ran over and took Hawsang's hand and returned to the sofa to sit down.

Sun Lin came out of the kitchen with a pale face.

With Lake following Hawthorne and Little Xingxing, no one in this old house dared to bully them.

Nan Shaochen yawned and came in from the outside. As soon as he came in, he saw Xing Chenyou's little wife and his son. Suddenly, he thought he had made a mistake, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look to make sure he was right. .

Xing Chenyou even brought her and the child to the Xing family's old house. Didn't he have a bad relationship with Xing Zhengqing?

As Nan Shaochen went upstairs, he looked at Huo Sang and Xiao Xingxing, and unconsciously raised his inner doubts.

Could it be that Ah You is for real?
This must be told to Yisen immediately!

Upstairs, Nan Shaochen briefly checked Xing Zhengqing's body, and then said in a relaxed tone, "Uncle Xing's old problem is wrong, but this time he spit out blood because of the surge of Qi and blood. That's good, the stagnation will clear up, he is getting older now, Ayou, you should be less angry, Uncle Xing."

When Xing Chenyou heard that Xing Zhengqing was fine, he immediately turned around and walked out without even planning to take another look.

When Nan Shaochen saw him, he didn't say much. He shook his head and told the servants of the Xing family to take good care of Xing Zhengqing.

He glanced back at Xing Zhengqing, as a junior, he really couldn't say much, but many years ago, Uncle Xing was too much to Aunt Cheng.

Nan Shaochen followed downstairs.

He stood on the stairs and watched Xing Chenyou walk towards the sofa.

"Let's go, go home." Xing Chenyoujun held out his hand to Little Xingxing with a serious face.

Little Xingxing stood on tiptoe, Xing Chenyou hugged him tightly and held him in his arms.

Hawthorne quickly stood up and followed behind.

Nan Shaochen looked at this scene with his hands crossed over his chest, and found it extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Regardless of whether Ah You is serious or not, this handsome man and beautiful woman stand together, they are really good-looking, well-matched, well-matched!"

When Xing Chenyou and Huo Sang went out, Nan Shaochen took Lake's hand and lifted it forward with his chin, "Is he serious?"

After hearing this, Lake had a mysterious smile on his face, "Young Master Nan will ask Eldest Young Master about this."

Nan Shaochen looked at the old fox-like smile on Lake's face, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "If you have anything to ask, even if you ask that guy, he will never say a word more. It's as tight as a clam shell, no matter how hard you pry it, you won't be able to pry it open."

Lake agreed with Nan Shaochen's words very much.

After getting into the car, Little Xingxing wrapped his arms around Xing Chenyou's neck and didn't want to let go, "Daddy, let's go out for dinner today, I want to eat hot pot."

Huo Sang was also a little greedy when he heard the word hot pot, but she glanced at Xing Chenyou.

I always feel that this Young Master Xing doesn't eat hot pot. What he eats is the kind of delicate and small food that is placed on a beautiful porcelain plate. How can it be a popular delicacy like hot pot.

"Your father doesn't like to eat, next time Mommy will take you to eat." Hawthorne said very understandingly.

After hearing this, Lake, the co-pilot, also echoed, smiling, and seemed to be in a good mood, "Master really doesn't like hot pot."

Little Xingxing turned her face away, her face was cute, "Daddy, I want to eat."

Xing Chenyou frowned, and glanced at the talkative Lake, but he thought of something like a hot pot, where everything is put in, the soup is muddy, disgusting and disgusting, it is definitely not a healthy food.

"Don't eat."

Little Xingxing grabbed Xing Chenyou's hand and whispered in his ear, "Daddy, you don't know. After you left just now, that old lady wanted Mommy to leave Daddy. Hot pot can save me, Mommy also loves hot pot, Daddy, why don't you go with us once, Daddy is usually so busy and doesn't have time..."

Thinking of Sun Lin, Xing Chenyou's face became a little colder. Seeing his son's aggrieved look, he glanced at Huo Sang, who was silent with his head down.

His lips were pursed, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his lips were tightly pursed. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice, "Go to the best hotpot restaurant in Shangjing."

Little Xingxing tilted his head, stretched out his palms to Hawthorne, and clapped hands!
Huo Sang couldn't help but secretly glanced at Xing Chenyou, she could clearly see the dislike of hot pot on his face, but because of Xiao Xingxing's words, he suddenly changed his mind...

Although Xing Chenyou looks cold, his heart is not as cold as it looks. At least, he has little Xingxing in his heart, and he really regards little Xingxing as his son.

He dotes on little stars.

Before Xing Chenyou realized that she was peeking at him, Huo Sang quickly withdrew her gaze, turned her head to look out the window, and touched her chest with one hand.

Plop, plop, plop!
Is her heartbeat a little too obvious?
Hawthorne opened the window to let the wind blow in, dispelling the inexplicable hotness on his face at the moment.

Although it was nearly March in spring, the wind in Shangjing at night was still chilly. Feeling the wind, Xing Chenyou raised his head to look over, and saw the back of Huo Sang's head.

Little Xingxing saw Daddy's gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He moved towards Hawthorne, and pulled her with his little hand, "Mommy? Are you hot?"

Huo Sang turned around, and before he could answer Little Xingxing's words, his eyes met Xing Chenyou's.

The redness that had just receded on his face flared up again.

It's night now, the car is very dark, Xing Chenyou couldn't see the look on Hawsang's face, only saw the way she turned her head to avoid his gaze, he raised his eyebrows.

Is he a wolf or a tiger, does he need to dodge like this?
Xing Chenyou was in a displeased mood, feeling inexplicably displeased with Hawthorne's behavior.

Little Xingxing was in a good mood feeling the ambiguous atmosphere burning in the car.

He has always been worried that Mommy is not enlightened, and there will be no spark for Daddy. After all, a peerless handsome man like Uncle Lu has been by Mommy's side for five years, and Mommy is indifferent. Uncle Lu's personality is much colder, and his father's powerful aura makes no one dare to approach him!

But now it seems that his worry is unnecessary!
"Uncle Lei, go to Zhenxiang Hot Pot! The hot pot there is very delicious!"

Little Xingxing's smiling conductor is looking up which hot pot restaurant is the most delicious.

Lake nodded, and the driver immediately drove to Zhenxiang Hot Pot.

"I don't know if I should queue up, Uncle Lei, see if I can make an appointment to queue up." Little Xingxing said again in a childish voice.

Huo Sang glanced at Xing Chenyou, asking Mr. Xing to wait in line for hot pot?
The Arabian Nights!
really--

"Clearance."

Xing Chenyou gave the order directly.

When Hawthorne heard the expected words, he couldn't help laughing out loud. The more he thought about it, the funnier he became. Finally, he suppressed his laughter and faced out the window.