Leng Junlin originally watched cartoons in the living room after eating a full meal, but later found that the two were hiding in the kitchen and could not come out, so he threw away the remote control and ran in.
"Dad, Zhuzhu, what are you talking about?"
Leng Yihuang slapped Leng Junlin on the head: "Go and pack your things, it's getting late, we should go."
"Ah?" Leng Junlin didn't expect to hear such a sad news out of the blue.
He didn't want to be separated from Zhuzhu.
Leng Junlin suddenly became teary-eyed, and his big black grape-like eyes looked at Lin Xiaomi reluctantly.
"I do not go… "
"Go and pack your things!" Leng Yihuang's expression turned serious, and Leng Junlin immediately fell silent, but kept crying.
Knowing that they live next door, Lin Xiaomi actually wanted to ask Leng Junlin to live in her house, but she didn't say anything because she thought that their father and son also needed to cultivate their relationship.
Leng Junlin looked back at every step and almost cried.
Lin Xiaomi thought that he didn't know that they lived next door, so she deliberately didn't tell him. When she sent him out, she waved to him with a smile on her face: "Goodbye King's Landing, remember to miss me."
Leng Junlin had an expression of lovelessness, he looked at Lin Xiaomi accusingly, he didn't expect her to be so heartless.
He knew he was going to leave her, and was so sad that he wanted to die, but she could still laugh.
Tears were rolling in her eyes, but Lin Xiaomi slammed the door shut.
Leng Junlin was stunned for a moment, and burst into tears again with a "wow".
"It's so noisy!" Leng Yihuang scolded in a cold voice, opened the door and went directly into the next door.
Leng Junlin blinked and blinked, and suddenly understood what was going on. With tears in his hands, he quickly ran into the apartment next door with his small backpack, and looked up at him: "Dad, are we staying here tonight?"
Leng Yihuang threw the key on the table and let out a casual "hmm".
"Dad, have you already bought this place?"
Leng Yihuang let out another "hmm" with rare patience.
Leng Junlin immediately burst into joy, "So you didn't want to take me back to the capital? I thought I was going to be separated from Zhuzhu. No, then why do you ask me to pack up? I can definitely live in Zhuzhu's house Ah, I still want to sleep with her."
"Father, I'm going to find Zhuzhu."
"Stop!" Leng Yihuang finally opened his eyes, and looked at him impatiently: "You are not allowed to go anywhere, and you can only sleep in your own room at night."
"Why?" Leng Junlin was a little dissatisfied.
"No reason." Leng Yihuang got up and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. When he came out, Leng Junlin was still standing where he was, his wrinkled face was full of resentment.
Leng Yihuang glanced at him, then turned on the TV.
After standing for a while, Leng Junlin couldn't stand anymore. His big eyes rolled around, and he walked to Leng Yihuang's side and said obediently: "Father, can you transfer this house to my name?"
Leng Yihuang watched the TV series without squinting, and asked him, "Why do you want a house?"
Leng Junlin's small face was slightly flushed, and he murmured in a low voice: "Of course I want to marry a wife when I buy a house."
Leng Yihuang frowned, thinking he heard it wrong: "Say it again?"
"Well, Dad, I think I may have found true love. Isn't it said on TV that if you want to marry a wife, you have to buy a house first? With this house, I can marry Zhuzhu home and be together forever."
"True love?" Leng Yihuang sneered, the laughter was full of mockery: "Go back to your room and sleep."
Hearing his laughter, Leng Junlin felt insulted by him.
The little face stared at him with some resentment: "What do you mean? Can't children have true love? I like Zhuzhu, and Zhuzhu likes me too. What's wrong with us being together? Can your thoughts be okay?" Don't be so old-fashioned."
Leng Yihuang's brows and eyes suddenly turned cold: "Your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"
Leng Junlin shrank his neck immediately, glared at him daringly but didn't dare to speak, snorted, jumped off the sofa, and ran to the bedroom beside him with a small backpack.
I couldn't be more angry, and shouted at his back: "You are such a stinky fart, and I don't know what my mother saw in you back then. Her aesthetics are really problematic!"
Before Leng Junlin could finish his sentence, a pillow hit him in the face, and he was almost sitting on the ground, when he heard Leng Yihuang's slightly mocking voice: "Later, you can ask yourself she."
Leng Junlin didn't hear the implication of his words, angrily kicked the pillow aside, ran into the room, and closed the door fiercely.
After a long while, Leng Yihuang sat in the living room for an unknown amount of time before getting up and walking towards Leng Junlin's room.
The little guy was already asleep, wearing SpongeBob's pajamas, lying on the bed stretched out, in an indecent sleeping position.
Leng Yihuang frowned, picked up the blanket he kicked to the ground and covered him.
Leng Junlin seemed to be a little hot, turned over, stretched his little feet out of the blanket, curled up, picked between his fingers and toes, smashed his mouth, and fell asleep again.
Leng Yihuang just sat on the bed and looked at his son's sleeping face. After a while, when he fell asleep, he got up and walked out of the apartment.
...
Lin Xiaomi felt something pressing on her body in her sleep.
a bit heavy.
She wanted to push it away, but her hands were pinned on the bed for some reason and she couldn't move.
Did the ghost press the bed
Confused Lin Xiaomi's first reaction was to be crushed by a ghost.
There was a strange feeling in the neck, very itchy, as if an electric current was passing through the body.
Wet kisses fell on her body one by one.
Lin Xiaomi was terrified, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move her body until her lips and teeth were pried open, and she was slowly bewildered by the other's superb kissing skills.
The nightdress on her body was pulled back, and the dream that followed was ambiguous and shy.
Lin Xiaomi suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily, and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling.
Her body was already wet with sweat, she sat up holding the thin blanket and looked at the time, it was already dawn.
It seemed that she still had the feeling of being kissed, because it was so real, she almost wondered if she was really treated lightly by ghosts last night.
How can you have that kind of spring dream? Could it be that a thirty-year-old woman is really hungry and thirsty?
Lin Xiaomi shook her head, wanting to shake off the embarrassing images of her dream in her mind, and rushed directly into the bathroom.
Standing under the shower head, she couldn't control her wild thoughts. Everything that happened last night was so real. The only thing that might not be true was that she never underestimated the appearance of the "ghost" from the beginning to the end.
After taking a shower, because Leng Junlin was not around, she didn't bother to make breakfast, and planned to buy something on the way to the company, but who knew that the doorbell rang at this time.
She went to open the door, and saw Leng Yihuang standing outside the door, holding breakfast in his hand, smiling softly: "Buy an extra breakfast, let's eat together?"