Domineering daddy bullying into the door

"I vomited even more today." Long Li picked up the handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat on Wen Tong's forehead.

Wen Tong covered his mouth, showing signs of nausea, then frowned, "I probably can't smell the smell of decoration."

"By the way, Dad, what are you doing to decorate your home? It wasn't very good before."

Wen Jingxiong: "What's the matter... It's better than ours at the beginning! But ah, the floor was damaged by the decoration workers, and the style can't be found before. It's a pity."

After finishing speaking, the butler came up with a box and said to Wen Jingxiong, "Master, this is something the workers found."

Wen Jingxiong picked up the box and glanced left and right, "Where did you find it?"

"Buried it under the floor," said the housekeeper.

"Bury..." Wen Jingxiong seemed a little unbelievable. Wen Tong saw a flower carved on the box and felt very familiar.

"Dad, show me..." Wen Tong took the box from Wen Jingxiong, stroked the flower with his fingertips, "This is carved by Aunt Xiao."

Wen Jingxiong was puzzled, "Why are Lao Xiao's things in our house?"

Wen Tong shook his head, "Maybe it was when my mother was alive..."

Mrs. Xiao was the closest person to Mother Wen back then, and since the box appeared under the floor of the bedroom, of course Mother Wen put it there most likely.

Wen Jingxiong fell silent upon hearing this.

After a while, "Since it belongs to your mother, you can take it back, but she should have a reason for putting it under the floor, or you should ask Lao Xiao clearly?"

Wen Tong hugged the box, thoughtfully, and nodded.

On the way back, Wen Tong hugged Long Qi, full of joy.

But Long Qi had a sad expression on his face. When he was about to arrive at Longyuan, he was about to cry, holding Wen Tong in his arms and refusing to let go, "Mommy, think about the baby."

Wen Tong was wondering, when he saw Xiao Yang waiting at the door.

Xiao Yang changed his color, but the style of his clothes was still the same, revealing his tight muscles.

Wen Tong was in the car, but this time he noticed the tattoo under Xiao Yang's chin. The location is very unique, and he can't see it if he doesn't pay attention.

She only saw a scorpion tail, so it was probably a scorpion.

In fact, Wen Tong didn't see it very clearly, but in his mind, the outline of the tattoo was outlined by himself, and he shivered from the cold.

Long Li hugged Wen Tong, "What's wrong?"

Wen Tong shook his head, Long Qi had already come out of Wen Tong's arms, "Mommy, the baby is going to practice, goodbye, Mommy!"

Wen Tong was very reluctant, "Do you still want to practice? How long do you need to practice in a day?"

Little Naibao counted with his fingers, "Eight hours!"

"Eight!" Wen Tong looked at Long Li in shock.

Long Li: "This is the starting time."

"If you want to live in Long's, this is the preparation that every heir should do!"

Wen Tong's heart trembled, and he let go of Long Qie's hand. Xiao Yang had already stepped forward, and Long Qie, who got out of the car, left.

"Did you also come here like this when you were a child?" Wen Tong looked at Long Qi's small back, which made Xiao Yang even more five pounds and three thick.

Long Li said indifferently: "How can this brat be happy."

Wen Tong understood that since childhood, Long Li had been known as a "broken leg", so how could he practice martial arts openly and aboveboard.

"Then how do you practice?" Wen Tong asked.

Long Li's expression was cold, "Third."

Ning Lingyou will demonstrate to him the homework that Ning Lingyou has learned. Long Li is very talented, and with this kind of practice, he can do better than Ning Lingyou.

Wen Tong was surprised and said: "Then you should actually call me Master!"