Wang Rui reached out and wanted to take Leng Junlin over, but Leng Junlin turned his head, and a pair of chubby hands turned around and hugged Lin Xiaomi's neck.
She still explained in a childish voice: "No need, I'm too heavy, it will be very hard for you to hold it."
Listening to the sweet talk of the little guy, Lin Xiaomi felt a little uncomfortable, and pinched his chubby butt—couldn't it be hard for her to hold him?
Leng Junlin was suddenly pinched, and it hurt a lot. He gasped hissingly, looked down at Lin Xiaomi's displeased expression, pouted his mouth, and wanted to lean on Lin Xiaomi's face to please him.
Lin Xiaomi was a little disgusted, and hid, but still didn't dodge, and was slobbered by his kiss.
Wang Rui's hand was still in the air, watching Lin Xiaomi's interaction with Leng Junlin, she took her hand back in embarrassment.
This Alice came out of nowhere, with a face exactly like Lin Xiaomi's, Leng Junlin actually made Leng Junlin like her so much.
It took her four years to let him call herself "Aunt Ruirui", but this woman was able to get so close to him.
Wang Rui had a bad feeling in her heart. If it was other women, she would never pay attention to them, but this woman's face was the biggest threat to her.
"Why are you here?" Leng Yihuang asked.
Wang Rui looked at him with a little shyness on her face: "It was the President's wife who told me the address here. You and Junlin are staying here. She is a little worried, afraid that you can't take care of yourself, so..."
Leng Yihuang went upstairs to change clothes, Lin Xiaomi's arms were numb from Leng Junlin's pressure, and he wanted to put him on the sofa, but the little guy hugged her neck tightly: "Zhuzhu, I I want to change clothes, but the clothes stink."
After sweating so much yesterday and wearing it all night, the little guy, like Leng Yihuang, is a bit of a clean freak.
"Let go, you're sinking to death, I can't hold you anymore." Lin Xiaomi complained.
Leng Junlin blushed and refused to admit it: "I'm not heavy, I can't walk, why don't you hug me."
Lin Xiaomi was still a little fussy. He was afraid that Wang Rui would be tired just now, heh, thinking that this little guy knows how to love others so why doesn't he say he loves her.
Lin Xiaomi didn't want to hug him anymore, but the little guy didn't let go either.
The two were deadlocked, Wang Rui came over and said with a smile: "Alice, why don't you let me come, King's Landing, Aunt Ruirui will carry you up to change clothes, okay?"
I don't know why, when Wang Rui's hand reached out, Lin Xiaomi subconsciously hugged Leng Junlin in her arms. At that moment, it seemed that someone was going to snatch her baby.
"Let me do it. This little guy has been very heavy lately, and it's very heavy to hold." She explained, turned and went upstairs.
Leng Junlin waved to Wang Rui: "Aunt Ruirui, wait for me, I'll be down soon."
Wang Rui, who was originally looking a little unhappy, had a smile on the corner of her mouth when she heard this: "Okay, Auntie is waiting for King's Landing."
Lin Xiaomi's heart became more and more uncomfortable. During the time I knew Leng Junlin, I had never seen him be so enthusiastic about anyone.
Carrying Leng Junlin into his room, Lin Xiaomi went to the cabinet to get him a change of clothes.
The little guy was lying on the bed with his little belly sticking out, and the little chubby hand patted it comfortably, his appearance was a bit naive.
"Get up quickly, and I'll get you dressed." Lin Xiaomi's voice was muffled.
Leng Junlin cooperatively stretched out his hand and let her take off his clothes, looked up at her: "Zhuzhu, are you unhappy?"
"No."
"Don't you like Aunt Ruirui?"
It is said that children don't understand anything, but in fact children's feelings are the most sensitive.
He actually saw the reason for Lin Xiaomi's displeasure at once.
Lin Xiaomi was a little embarrassed by the question, and said repeatedly: "How is it possible, I just met her for the first time, and there is nothing I like or dislike." She looked at the little guy in front of her, and said, "It's you, Look like you like her?"
The little guy thought for a while: "It's okay, my grandpa and grandma are too old to play with me, and the servants don't dare to do this or that, it's very boring, so she is willing to play with me, and she will give me a lot of money." Bought a lot of delicious food, and always secretly stuffed me with all kinds of good things."
The little guy suddenly approached her treacherously, and said softly: "They are all very valuable."
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
Seeing that she was silent, Leng Junlin scratched his little head, and suddenly seemed to understand something, his little face was a little red, and he said in embarrassment: "I like Zhuzhu the most, but you don't have to worry, I am very specific , it’s different from my father.”
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
Leng Junlin saw that she was still silent, so he told her everything: "Oh, you misunderstood, in fact, what Aunt Ruirui likes is not me, but my father, and the only reason she is nice to me is because she wants to hook me up It's just dad."
"In Kyoto, my father didn't allow her to enter my house, so she could only run to the presidential palace. Every time I went to live in my grandpa and grandma's house, she would follow me. Don’t you know? It’s just to meet my dad.”
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
Of course she knew that Wang Rui liked Leng Yihuang. If it wasn't Leng Yihuang, could it be his little Bengdou who didn't have all his hair
Who is his narcissistic nature like
"However, my grandma likes her very much. Every time my father picks me up, grandma always praises her in front of him. In fact, I know that grandma wants Aunt Ruirui to take my mother's place." Little guy As he spoke, his voice suddenly became muffled.
Lin Xiaomi changed his clothes for him, looked at him with his head lowered and his little hands picking at the plaster cast on his leg, and asked out of nowhere: "What about you, do you want her to be your mother?"
Leng Junlin's face immediately wrinkled: "She is my mother, what should I do when my mother comes back? Mom will be angry."
Lin Xiaomi's heart softened slightly, and she raised her hand to rub his fluffy and soft hair, feeling a little distressed that this little guy had to think about such things at such a young age.
Especially the kind of affection he has for his mother he's never met is really touching.
Leng Junlin scratched his ears, and suddenly said: "However, sometimes I feel that my father's life is very pitiful, and Grandma will cry every time she says it."
Looking at the little guy's tangled face, Lin Xiaomi felt a little uncomfortable.
Although the relationship between the father and son is a little cold on weekdays, the little guy still cares about his father very much.
Lin Xiaomi rubbed his head: "Okay, these things are not something you should worry about as a child, shall I carry you downstairs?"
Leng Junlin yawned: "But I'm a little sleepy."