Abduct a boy and bring him back

The old lady went upstairs with Qiao Mohan, and she still felt sorry for Ling Huan's child all the way. Knowing that Qiao Mohan came to accompany Ling Huan for the holiday, I don't know how relieved she was.

"That's great, that child is pitiful, please take care of me." Grandma Zhang took Qiao Mohan's hand and patted it.

Qiao Mohan nodded solemnly, and then saw the old man enter the door before turning around and taking the key to open the door.

Ling Huan was about to fall asleep ignorantly, but he seemed to hear Qiao Mohan's voice through the sound of the TV. His eyes opened immediately, but when he really pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear anything. Turning over irritably, she thought to herself that she was dazed, completely fascinated by this man.

Even when the man took the key to open the door, he still thought it was an auditory hallucination.

As soon as Qiao Mohan opened the door, he saw Ling Huan felt his ass lying on the sofa like a piggy, not knowing which cabbage he was chasing.

He closed the door behind his back, and walked forward lightly.

However, he still seemed to see Ling Huan's ears moving, and then he turned his head and was caught straight.

"Brother?" Ling Huan hurriedly got off the sofa and stared at him, "Why are you here?"

Only then did Qiao Mohan let go of his hands and feet, walked up to him and sat down, glanced at the bucket of instant noodles on the coffee table, and immediately became full of aura, "Why? Who else do you want to come?"

Ling Huan was a little confused, "Didn't you say you went to grandma's house, why did you come out again at this time?"

"If you don't come out, how would you know that you are on vacation today, you little liar!" Qiao Mohan said, with a hint of indulgence in his tone, "You've grown up, and you're still secretly eating instant noodles here? Can you eat this stuff?"

Ling Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, sat down in front of the man obediently, and muttered in a low voice, "It's not illegal to eat this..."

Qiao Mohan almost didn't mention it in one breath, pointed at him and said, "Do you want to stay in the hospital for a while?"

Someone shut up without making a sound, and silently tidied up the currency inspection papers scattered on the sofa, as well as the messy books.

After a long while, he said, "You're not here, it's too troublesome to fire alone..."

The man understood Ling Huan's meaning, and his face finally calmed down. He pulled him to him with one hand, and sat him on his lap with his arms around his waist, "I'm not here, you don't even eat, will I Have to check every meal? Huh?"

Ling Huan put his arms around his neck, he had to lower his eyes to see his eyes from such a perspective, "It's not like eating every day..."

Qiao Mohan felt that the child was a bit stupid, so he bit his Adam's apple that was sliding, and said, "You will cook a delicious meal when I am here, and you will abuse yourself if I am not here, right? Stupid to read?"

Ling Huan's breathing was messed up by his movement, but he still insisted on retorting, "...what logic are you talking about, I just don't want to move."

Qiao Mohan just didn't let him go, took his neck and bit him several times, "If you are lazy in the future, I will punish you like this, okay?"

Ling Huan was so ashamed that he couldn't help pushing his head out, "You don't even know if you eat it!"

The man lowered his head and bit his lips directly, "Say it again, try it again, and see if I can punish you on the spot!"

Ling Huan opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say.

He actually had no idea about this matter, and if Qiao Mohan wanted it, he wouldn't be so repulsive.

"Huh?" Qiao Mohan stared at him.

Ling Huan had no choice but to nod, and the man released his hands that were imprisoned on him. Ling Huan relaxed his body, put his arms around the man's neck, and leaned against him softly.

"Thought you'd be spending the night at Grandma's," he said.

Qiao Mohan habitually helped Ling Huan smooth his hair on his back, "When the old lady heard that you were on vacation today, she became anxious and almost kicked me out. What else can I do?"

Ling Huan smiled, opened his legs, changed his posture, and sat face to face on the man's lap, unbuttoning his coat, "So, grandma asked you to come here, right?"

"What do you think?" The man lowered his eyes and glanced at his fingers moving on his chest, "Where can you be such a troublesome person at such a big night, and you still refuse to call me when you arrive at the door, you say, Should you call? Where's the key? You really don't have it?"

Ling Huan bit his lip, "You're not here, I can't stay with you forever, the new year is coming soon, I miss grandma."

When Qiao Mohan heard this, he didn't hold on anymore, hugged him tenderly, rolled his lips twice, and parted, "Shall we go out to eat?"

Ling Huan shook his head, "I'm already full, so I won't go."

It's getting late, it's already past nine o'clock, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and make noodles for you?"

Ling Huan looked at him incredulously, "Really?"

Qiao Mohan glared at him, "I've already seen the disgust in your eyes..."

Ling Huan pursed his lips and smiled, "Whether you dislike it or not, I won't be able to eat it today, because there is only instant noodles at home now."

Only then did the man see the convenience bag on the carpet, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Are you going to eat this thing for two days?"

"How could it be?" Ling Huan said, "Just this one meal, I was planning to go to your place tomorrow, um... going out to eat tomorrow, I treat you!"

Qiao Mohan raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes, seemed to understand what was going on, and then hugged him tightly, "Okay, Mr. Ling, let's go to the movies after dinner?"

"Of order, President Qiao!" Ling Huan saluted the man lazily, then put his chin on the man's shoulder and hugged him tightly.

The man touched his head, "Your signature, I made it for you, get up and practice later?"

As soon as Ling Huan moved his ears, he crawled out of the man's arms in a numb manner, looking for a pen and paper. "Let's practice now, I almost forgot about it."

The man resigned himself to his fate and sat down on the carpet with him, teaching him how to write.

"Wow, that's amazing, I can't even figure out what the word is!" Ling Huan looked at the name written by Ling Huan in a daze, which was even more difficult to recognize than the list written by the doctor.

Qiao Mohan tapped his head with the pen in his hand, "So, do you practice or not?"

Ling Huan pulled out the pen in his hand, and repeated what Qiao Mohan had written, "Where are you going from here?"

The man rummaged through his schoolbag, ready to find another pen.

However, a beautifully wrapped gift box was poured out on the sofa. Qiao Mohan frowned and shook it in his hand.

Ling Huan practiced twice lying on the table, "Brother, this is too difficult, is there anything else?" Before he finished speaking, he turned around and saw the man studying something with a gift box.

Qiao Mohan raised the thing in his hand towards him, but he didn't think of a reason for the time being. He thought that this thing was going to be given to someone other than him, with a slight jealousy on his face, "Student Ling Huan, this is for someone else. Who bought the presents and packaged them so beautifully?"

Ling Huan, "..." He never thought that this gift would be dug out by the man himself, this plot is wrong...