Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

Xiaoqian memorized all these places. He has a photographic memory and can remember them after reading them once.

"Okay, mom, let's go look for it again. We must find the little pinecone's hair, otherwise he will definitely not have a good life this year."

Little Pinecone kept crying to find Daddy and go back to New City. He was really worried that tomorrow he would pack his luggage and run back to his third uncle's house and never come back.

Little Song Guo did go back to the room to pack his little luggage. He was going to Dad's house. His fourth uncle was too scary.

An Qi and Xiao Qian searched for a long time, but couldn't find what someone had hidden. An Qi was a little annoyed. Where did Lu Junyan hide his son's hair.

At this time, Mimi ran over and said, "Fourth Aunt, it's not good. Little Pinecone is packing his luggage. He said he was going to Third Uncle's house."

An Qi and Xiao Qi quickly went to Xiao Song Guo's room.

The little guy was crying silently while packing his luggage, feeling extremely aggrieved. Shangguan Xiaotian was comforting him next to him, "Little Pinecone, why don't you play for a few more days? The winter vacation will be over soon, and you have to go to school, so you can't play anymore."

An Qi came over and hugged her son, "Xiaotian, you go out first, and I will persuade him."

"Yeah." Shangguan Xiaotian nodded and walked out.

Angie closed the door.

Little Pinecone quickly asked: "Mommy, Xiaoqian, have you found my hair?"

"Not yet." Xiaoqian said.

When the little pine cone heard this, his little mouth shrank, and he cried again with a "wow" sound.

"I'm going to daddy's house."

An Qi picked up a tissue and wiped his tears, "Stop crying, the mask will wear out if you cry again."

Hearing Little Pinecone, Little Pinecone's crying stopped abruptly, "If you don't cry, you will be in trouble. I hate Uncle Fourth, he is a big bad guy."

"Little Pinecone." An Qi put on a serious expression, "He is your father, you can't say that about him."

"He's not, I have my own dad." Xiao Songguo said angrily. This year, he was having a hard time.

Angel sighed, "Little Pinecone, you have to learn to accept the facts. You are a smart child and should learn to adapt to changes in the environment."

Little Pinecone said with some excitement: "Why should I adapt? I originally had my own home and I was very happy. It was all because of you that I had to leave New City, my home and my good friends. You They are all selfish ghosts!"

An Qi was in a mess in the wind, and a row of mythical beasts roared past her in her heart.

Lu Junyan caused all this trouble for her, so can't she be allowed to have a good New Year?

"You stay here for me and are not allowed to go anywhere. Otherwise, I will reveal the truth now and let you recognize your ancestors and return to your clan again. This will save you any more delay, which will only get more troublesome."

Her words were extremely shocking. This was also the first time that Little Pinecone saw her mother get angry. She lowered her head, bit her lips, and did not dare to speak any more.

An Qi left, and she was going to settle the score with the initiator.

At this moment, Lu Junyan was still drinking coffee in the teahouse.

When An Qi came in, she felt sullen.

"Little Song Guo is packing up her gifts and going to Lu Haochen's house. Why are you bullying my son for the Chinese New Year?"

Lu Junyan frowned slightly, "I didn't bully him."

"If a man came to you and told you that you are not your father's biological child, and wanted to pull out your hair for a paternity test, would you be happy?" An Qi said angrily, "He is just a four-year-old child without you. As strong as I imagined, I can bear anything.”

Lu Junyan said in a deep voice: "I think your reaction is bigger than his. What are you worried about?"

"In addition to worrying about my son, what else can I worry about? You have already caused me to lose a son. I don't want to lose my little pine cone again." An Qi said with a bit of reproach.

These words touched the scar in Lu Junyan's heart that had never healed, and a look of pain filled his face.