"I don't want to leave. I want to sleep." Li Jianyue cried, hugging Li Mosen's arm, her face full of grievance.
Li Sicheng and Su Qianci had already walked far away. Yu Chulin and Li Jianqian always complained that they were too slow, and they had already walked away to who knows where.
At this time, only Li Mosen and Li Jianyue were left behind.
This scene appeared not only for the first time, but every time, Li Mosen had a strange sense of happiness.
Especially when the little girl acts coquettishly towards him, the sense of satisfaction in his heart cannot be replaced by anything.
Under the street light, the little girl's fair face was full of fatigue.
Li Mosen looked at her, then looked at the people in front of him, pursed his lips and said, "Do you want to become like Mo Yun?"
Li Jianyue whimpered, hugged Li Mosen's arm, and finally stood up in front of him resignedly, but still half collapsed on him, stumbling and saying: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have eaten so much. It's all your fault. You cooked it so deliciously and made the sauce so delicious. I accidentally ate too much, hmm..."
Li Mosen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're blaming me for this?"
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"
Li Mosen was helpless, he lowered his eyes to look at her, eyes full of pampering, "So you are like this, next time I will have to try harder to keep an eye on you, and definitely not let you eat too much."
"Hmm," Li Jianyue pursed her lips quietly, puffed her lips and said vaguely, "Whatever you want."
He said the same thing last time, and this time he cooked a lot for her.
big liar.
However, Li Jianyue felt that she was kind and absolutely could not ruin his lofty words at this time.
Otherwise, he shouldn't cook next time.
Li Jianyue thought she had a very smart plan, but in fact, Li Mosen had already noticed that her eyes were rolling around. Looking at her, the smile in Li Mosen's eyes deepened.
It's actually pretty good if we continue like this.
Finally, they got on the car and returned home. Li Jianyue was no longer so tired after the journey, and now he happily returned to his room.
Just as Li Mosen was about to go upstairs, he suddenly heard Su Qianci's voice: "Mosen."
Li Mosen paused, looked towards Su Qianci, and shouted, "Mom."
Su Qianci stood at the entrance of the corridor and said, "Come to your father's study."
Li Mosen felt inexplicably nervous.
Since childhood, Li Sicheng has always been somewhat strict with him.
This kind of strictness was different from the strictness he showed towards Li Jianqian and Li Jianyue. He could be mean and scold his two children, and even beat Li Jianqian when he was disobedient.
But he has never concealed his love and tolerance for them, and he is always more patient with them.
But for him, there is always a layer of separation.
Li Mosen knew it very well, so over the years, he made his position very clear.
He was not very close to Li Sicheng, so naturally, Li Sicheng seldom asked him to go to the study or something like that.
Hearing Su Qianci's words, Li Mosen's heart couldn't help but beat faster.
But there was no change on his face. Li Mosen nodded and followed Su Qianci into Li Sicheng's study.
After Su Qianci let him in, she closed the door herself.
Li Sicheng was sitting at the table in the study, sorting out the paintings that Su Qianci had just drawn two days ago.
Li Mosen looked at the man and shouted, "Dad."
(End of this chapter)