No one can take away her son.
Tucking the napkin into his collar, he fed him a mouthful of soup, held him in his arms, and asked him what he wanted to eat.
The gentle appearance can almost overflow the water.
Lin Xiaomi finally realized what it means to have a son, everything is enough.
Now as long as the little guy is willing to get close to her, she is happier than winning the lottery.
"Eat beef." The little guy nestled in her arms, with a stern face, and commanded her in a particularly awesome way: "I need some soup."
"Okay." Lin Xiaomi scooped up a spoonful of soup to feed him, and heard the little guy scold, "You want to scald me to death!"
"Is it hot? Then I'll blow it on for you. Okay, it won't be hot now."
The little guy snorted and drank it.
Lin Xiaomi was busy feeding him, but she didn't eat a bite. Leng Yihuang frowned when he saw Leng Junlin clinging to her.
"Don't you have long hands? You can't eat it yourself!"
Leng Yihuang didn't like his son, he was too noisy.
He had just found his mother, and he had also just found his wife, so he took up Lin Xiaomi's time all afternoon.
"Sit up straight and eat by yourself!" Leng Yihuang said coldly.
Leng Junlin was yelled at, and he was a little angry, but he was still angry with Leng Yihuang.
"Zhuzhu, I want to take a shit."
Leng Yihuang's face darkened suddenly, and he couldn't eat any more food caught in his chopsticks.
"Leng Junlin, how polite are you!"
The little guy leaned against Lin Xiaomi's arms, rubbed his ears and said, "Dad, don't you ever shit? But I want to, Zhuzhu, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore."
Lin Xiaomi took a look at Leng Yihuang who was about to go berserk, and felt that this little guy was definitely disgusting him on purpose.
She couldn't hug him by herself, so she asked the servant to carry him. The little guy held her hand and looked at her sideways with his small eyes. She had no choice but to get up and follow him.
In the bathroom, the servant went out, Lin Xiaomi took off his pants, carried him to the toilet, and was about to go out.
The little guy quit: "Where are you going? Don't go out!"
"You stinking, of course I'm going out."
"you dislike me?"
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
The little guy sat on the toilet for a long time, twisted his body, and stretched out his arms towards her: "I can't pull it out, take me out."
Lin Xiaomi knew that he did it on purpose, and taught him while lifting his trousers: "In the future, you are not allowed to say such things at the dinner table, it is very rude, you know?"
The little guy looked at her angrily: "As soon as we got together, you started helping Leng Yihuang! You two vent your anger through one nostril!"
Hearing him start screaming Leng Yihuang and Leng Yihuang again, one knew he was still angry.
He slapped his little butt, and asked the servant to carry him out.
...
"Brother Yi, let me make you a cup of tea." Knowing that Leng Yihuang was disgusted by the little guy just now, and now there were only the two of them left in the restaurant, Wang Rui went into the kitchen and made him a cup of tea.
Looking at the man's handsome side face, even if he was angry, he still couldn't hide his charming demeanor.
She looked at him infatuatedly, if he could treat her even one-tenth of the way he treated Lin Xiaomi, then she would die willingly.
Hearing the footsteps from outside, Wang Rui couldn't stand the thought of how intimate the two of them were just now.
"Brother Yi, drink tea, ah!" Her left foot tripped over her right foot, and she fell towards Leng Yihuang.
Leng Yihuang frowned, and swung the woman who was about to fall on him with his arms like chasing flies away.
His hands were strong, and before Wang Rui could react, she was thrown to the ground, half of the hot tea in the cup spilled on Leng Yihuang's body, and half on her hands, it hurt so much She cried out in pain.
Like a tortoise, she fell to the ground sprawling all over, and she was a little overwhelmed. It's hard to imagine that Leng Yihuang pushed her away so directly just now.
Leng Yihuang looked at the tea spilled on his body, this was a very unbearable thing for a man with a cleanliness obsession.
Seeing his gloomy face, the servant beside him handed over the towel tremblingly.
When Lin Xiaomi walked into the restaurant, she saw such a frenzied scene.
Looking at Leng Yihuang's expression on the verge of running away, and Wang Rui's appearance on the verge of crying, one can probably guess what happened without asking her.
"I'll go upstairs and change my clothes." Leng Yihuang's mood, which was already on the verge of going berserk, eased a little when he saw Lin Xiaomi coming in, and patiently explained to her the reason for his departure.
Lin Xiaomi looked at his wet trousers and nodded, "Okay."
Leng Junlin looked at Leng Yihuang's back, and asked in a moderate voice: "Zhuzhu, did daddy pee his pants?"
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
Carrying Leng Junlin to the chair, Lin Xiaomi saw that Wang Rui was still lying on the ground, and none of the servants on the side dared to help her. She asked politely: "Can you get up? Do you need me to ask someone to pay for it?" you?"
"No need!" Wang Rui drooped her eyes and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, unwilling to let Lin Xiaomi see her embarrassed side.
There was a large red patch on the back of his hand, which was excruciatingly painful.
She hadn't recovered from Leng Yihuang's ruthless and disgusted look.
Lin Xiaomi was just being polite at first, but when Wang Rui said no, she took it as if she really didn't need it.
She continued to feed Leng Junlin on her own, the little guy acted like a baby and didn't eat much, and she even asked the servant to pour half a glass of juice.
Wang Rui really hated her condescending appearance of the hostess.
She fell to the ground in such a state of embarrassment, but she gracefully fed Leng Junlin.
Gritting her teeth, Wang Rui got up from the ground and walked out of the restaurant.
...
After eating, Lin Xiaomi took a bath for the little guy. He said it was a bath, but in fact he just wiped his body. Both of them had injuries on their bodies, so it's best not to touch the water.
Leng Junlin deliberately played with water maliciously, and wet most of her clothes.
As soon as the two came out of the bathroom, they saw Leng Yihuang standing at the door at some point.
Seeing her wet appearance, Leng Yihuang frowned slightly: "Why are your clothes wet?"
Walking over, holding Leng Junlin by the collar like a chicken, he threw him directly onto the bed.
This casual look, in Leng Junlin's opinion, was an insult to his manly nature.
The little guy glared at him angrily.
Leng Yihuang didn't seem to notice, wrapped his arms around Lin Xiaomi's waist and took it outside: "Go and change clothes, don't catch a cold."
When he walked to the door, he turned his head and said, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
This sentence should be the most gentle sentence Leng Yihuang said to him today.
But Leng Junlin didn't appreciate it, rolled his big eyes, and hummed, don't think he doesn't know what he's thinking!
Lin Xiaomi felt that the palms around her waist were a little hot.
Half of her body was put into his arms, and she was almost carried away by him.