out of plain sight

Chen Moting looked at Ling Jian.

The pajamas that Chen Shuwei bought for him could almost be described as punk. There was a big white skull on the black T-shirt. In comparison, Ling Jian's face seemed more gentle and kind, and also more weird and funny.

Of course, Chen Moting, who was wearing the same style of pajamas, had no right to make fun of him.

"Happy holidays, kids." Ling Jian stood at the door of the room holding a palm-sized cake, as if there was a transparent barrier in front of him, "Get up and unwrap the good morning present."

"Dad." Chen Moting stretched his neck to the left, trying to see behind Ling Jian, "Dad?"

Ling Jian was a little embarrassed, his brows tightened, and finally avoided the trace of helplessness: "He went out."

Chen Moting turned on the air conditioner and got out of bed, combed his hair that was like a bird's nest with his fingers: "I don't mean anything else, Uncle Ling, I'm just afraid that he will look like his birthday again..."

A lump of cream smeared on his face with a thud, and slurred the rest of the sentence back into his mouth.

Chen Shuwei jumped into the room from behind Ling Jian, put his hips on his hips and laughed loudly: "You are so smart! You are indeed my son!"

Chen Moting grabbed his front and wiped the cream off his face, then hid behind Ling Jian.

"Come here!" Skull swung in front of Chen Shuwei with a big face on his face, Chen Shuwei stretched out his arms and missed Chen Moting, he was protected by Ling Jian to the left, and protected by Ling Jian again to the right, "You! Eat inside and out! Hey! Hey!"

"You're an idiot!" Chen Shuwei took off his T-shirt and threw it on the ground, "You helped me fix him, and now you're helping him again, you've made all the good people!"

His firm belly rose and fell with his rage, Ling Jian and Chen Moting's eyes slid up, they were momentarily cold.

Chen Shuwei grabbed Chen Moting's arm, and Chen Moting grabbed Ling Jian's pants, and Ling Jian had no choice but to grab his own pants to contend with Chen Shuwei: "Shuwei! Shuwei! If you make trouble again, you will both have to be late!"

As soon as Chen Moting let go, he was swept into Chen Shuwei's arms by a wave of inertia, and flew into the wall with him.

"Lie!" Chen Shuwei crossed his shoulders and rubbed his shoulder blades, screaming "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My clothes, why don't you mess with your Uncle Ling? He has no temper."

"It wasn't me who provoked him." Ling Jiansan walked over in two steps, looked at him with his shoulders, frowned and smiled, "I don't know if it's Mo Ting's holiday or yours, old age child."

Chen Shuwei raised his eyebrows provocatively: "If I celebrate the festival, I will have to work overtime tonight."

Chen Moting was staring at his stomach in a daze, and was dragged away by the collar, staggering all the way: "Dad, can you be more mature?"

"It is enough for our family to have one mature one." Chen Shuwei put him to the door of the study, "Open the door."

Chen Moting suspiciously pushed open the half-closed door, and a whole set of Slam Dunk manga plus video was placed in the middle of the desk, facing the door.

"..."

"Jump up and shout when you're happy." Chen Shu clicked his tongue slightly, and poked his head, "Hurry up."

"Thank you dad."

"Speak louder so you can't hear it."

Chen Moting turned around and hugged Chen Shuwei: "Thank you dad!"

"It's just a good morning gift." Chen Shuwei didn't care about the cream rubbing on his flesh at all, while snorting his hair, he winked his left eye at Ling Jian proudly and showily, "Happy holidays, little brat."