Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Although he is a son who suddenly exploded, he does not seem to be a stranger. After all, he is so similar and has a wonderful blood relationship.

The whole family sat at the dining table. Leng Qianhan didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He was still confused and felt like he was dreaming.

Instead, it was Little Pudding who spoke first: "Your face is really similar to mine."

Little Pudding looked at his biological father's face repeatedly. He looked more like him in real life. He was handsome, the big one was handsome, and the little one was handsome too.

Leng Qianhan immediately said: "Of course, because I am so handsome, you can be so good-looking."

This man is narcissistic and proud. He has a son who is as handsome as him and has strong genes.

Little Pudding didn't think his father was shameless, and sometimes he thought he was quite good.

At this moment, he quite admired his father, so he picked him up and ran away, leaving the woman behind and not getting engaged to her.

That woman didn't look like a good person at first glance, and he didn't want a stepmother, he just wanted his biological mother.

When the waiter brought the food, Leng Qianhan immediately picked up his chopsticks.

"Eat, I'm starving, I haven't eaten well these days, I've lost weight."

He pinched his pointed chin and thought about how pitiful he was when he thought about his lack of energy and lack of food and drink these past few days!

Little Pudding also eats consciously. He has always been sensible and does not need to be fed by adults.

The father and son ate seriously and were both hungry. Little Pudding ate less than half a bowl of rice, and suddenly looked up at his father. His father was picking out the carrots on a plate, one piece after another.

"Why did you pick out the carrots?" Little Pudding felt that his father's behavior was wrong.

"I'm picky about food. I don't like eating. I haven't liked carrots since I was a child." Leng Qianhan was straightforward and continued to pick as he spoke.

"You're not doing this right, you can't waste food!" Little Pudding taught him, like a little adult.

"I really don't want to eat it, why don't you eat it? Carrots are nutritious and children should eat more."

As he said that, he picked the carrots into his son's bowl with quick movements.

Little Pudding did not say no, adhering to the traditional Chinese virtue of not wasting food and silently eating the carrots his father picked out.

But after taking only two bites, he stopped, sighed softly, and said:

"How about you eat it? Although it's not delicious, I just don't want to eat it."

"We are really similar!" Leng Qianhan exclaimed, it turns out they are father and son!

But according to what my son said, I took the carrot back and ate it into my mouth. I felt that I wanted to set a good example for my son.

"I will eat it this time, and you will eat it next time. Although I don't like it, it is nutritious."

"kindness."

Little Pudding was no longer embarrassed. The father and son ate in a tacit understanding. They were full after a while. They touched their swollen belly and their movements and expressions were similar.

"Hiccup!" "Hiccup!"

The two of them were very similar and burped together, feeling satisfied.

"Come on, let's go for a walk and eat some food."

Little Pudding followed his tall and handsome father as he walked along the river. The lights on both sides were good, making it suitable for walking and viewing.

The older one didn't hold the younger one's hand, but watched carefully in case he got lost.

He wasn't mentally prepared enough to suddenly have such a big son, and he still hadn't fully recovered.

There was a little bit of joy, but I couldn't express it, and my head was a little messy.

Little Pudding suddenly stopped, turned to face his father, and asked:

"You don't know where my mother is, do you?"

There was a look of disappointment on his little face. He was not stupid. I asked him about it during the engagement, but he didn't say anything.

Leng Qianhan also looked at him, with a confused and helpless expression, and responded truthfully: "Yes."

"Seriously think about that night six years ago, which woman you had an affair with." Little Pudding said seriously and persistently.

Leng Qianhan was frightened. Although he was such a big son, he was still a kid of several years old. How could he say these inappropriate words for children? Who taught it? !

"Think quickly!" Little Pudding urged him.

Leng Qianhan's mind was spinning rapidly. Looking back on the past few years, and then on the past few years, he had no impression at all. He had never touched any women!

So he said, "I can't believe it. I don't know what happened. Why did I suddenly have such a big son like you?"

He looked confused and touched his head.

Little Pudding got angry, "You don't know where you sowed your seeds? Or are you a romantic, changing women just like changing clothes? I don't even know who I am!"

"Hey, who taught you to say such inappropriate words for children?!"

Leng Qianhan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He should be beaten and taught a lesson, but Little Pudding just wanted to find his mother, with a look of grievance and loss in his eyes.

The man can only declare strongly: "I solemnly tell you that I have always been clean and self-sufficient and have only touched one woman!"

"Who is it?!" Little Pudding's eyes lit up immediately. He had only touched one woman, and that must be his mother.

Leng Qianhan was also awakened by his words, but Mu Qingqian said that the child she gave birth to in prison was dead and was not his child.

He immediately took out his mobile phone and was bombarded with text messages as soon as he turned it on. It kept ringing. His grandfather, mother, and sister sent him numerous messages and made numerous phone calls.

He ignored them all. Grandpa happened to call again, so he crossed it out and hurriedly called Mu Qingqian. There was a ringing sound, but no one answered.

I called once but didn't answer, called again and still didn't answer, kept calling and still didn't answer, the big one got anxious, and the little one got anxious too.

Leng Shizun kept calling him, and when he finally got through, he cursed:

"Leng Qianhan, where did you take my great-great-grandson?

If you don't bring it back to me right away, I won't let you go!

If my great-great-grandson falls down due to hunger or cold, I will never let you go! "

Leng Qianhan's entire face shrank, and he felt like he was being sprayed with grandpa's overwhelming anger through the phone.

He was angry when Mu Qingqian didn't answer his call, but he needed to settle his son down first.

So he squatted down in front of his son, put his hands on his shoulders, and patiently said to his son:

"I think mom may have something to do and didn't answer the phone right now. Let's go home first. Your great-grandpa wants us to go back. Great-grandpa misses you."

"Okay. Then you confirm that you want to get your mother back immediately."

Little Pudding didn't hold back, he knew how to stay calm in the face of things, and he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Leng Qianhan's tall body carefully picked up his son, held him in his arms, and walked to his car.

He was thinking in his heart that if it was Qing Qian's child, he would treat her and the child very well, and the family of three would be happy, and they would no longer be afraid that grandpa would cause trouble.

He only loves Mu Qingqian!

And of course there are kids.

When driving back, Little Pudding fell asleep in the car, and Leng Qianhan carefully took him out.

Leng Shizun, Yin Lanju, Leng Bingnuo and the family servants had been waiting at the gate of the villa early. When the man came back, they hurried up, all anxious to get the baby in his arms.