Chapter 697 (1/2)

Leng Yihuang's good attitude makes Lin Xiaomi a little embarrassed.

After all, they are Leng Junlin's father.

Leng Yihuang looks at her lips and doesn't speak. Her eyebrows and eyes soften down. The arc of her mouth looks like self mockery.

”I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm cold tempered and I don't know how to get along with him. If my wife is still here, she must be the best lubricant between father and son, but now Leng Junlin is a bit stubborn, but he listens to you very much. I sincerely hope you can teach me. ”

Lin Xiaomi said with a smile: ”I don't have a son, and I don't know how to get along with children. But in my opinion, Junlin is very obedient. As long as you are patient and spend more time with him, your relationship will certainly improve.”

”For another example, you don't want Leng Junlin to call him his full name. That's a lot of life. Is there a nickname for Leng Junlin?”

Smell speech, cold Yi Huang's facial expression suddenly becomes a little delicate: ”two dogs?”

”What?”

”He was a premature baby. When he was born, he was very weak. His grandmother heard that a cheap child was easy to support, so she gave him the nickname Er Gou.”

Just then, Leng Junlin washes his face and runs out of the bathroom. He sees them chatting happily. He is afraid that Leng Yihuang will speak ill of him when he is not there. Who knows, he just runs to Leng Yihuang's smiling eyes.

Almost can be regarded as a pleasant look at him: ”two dogs, why don't you wipe your face.”

As soon as Lin Xiaomi looked back, he saw Leng Junlin's face wet and ran out.

Poof -

she couldn't help laughing.

It's hard to imagine that in today's society, there are still people who would give children such names.

Leng Junlin's expression can be described as shock, especially when he saw Lin Xiaomi smile, he immediately felt that he lost face in front of Lin Xiaomi, ”wow”, this time he really cried.

Leng Yihuang looked at Lin Xiaomi innocently and said, ”I forget that he won't be allowed to be called this name after he is three years old.”

Lin Xiaomi

Lin Xiaomi always eats less. Leng Junlin, who can eat two bowls of rice on weekdays, cried twice and couldn't eat it tonight because of the truth. Instead, she only ate one bowl. Leng Yihuang added two bowls of rice and ate almost all her three dishes and one soup.

Lin Xiaomi looked at the CD-ROM on the table, and finally knew who Leng Junlin could eat.

Lin Xiaomi made a cup of flower tea for him, put it in his hand, and began to clean up the dishes.

Leng Yihuang is satisfied with the food. The taste of the food is just as before. In the past four years, he has changed countless cooks and can't make it.

”I'll do it. I can't eat and drink for nothing.” Leng Yihuang also followed Lin Xiaomi into the kitchen.