Li Hu scratched his head and said nothing, then heard You Ying say: "But you are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so I guess you don't mind having this extra layer."
Hearing this, Li Hu couldn't help but laugh. He felt that Youying, like him, couldn't help but feel soft when seeing the young master.
And after Yan Jingcheng carried little friend Yan Junran back to the hotel room, he was left on the bed in a daze.
Then he climbed out of bed with his butt raised, ran to Yan Jingcheng, and continued to hold up his small notebook. The words "Uncle Jing Xing" were clearly written on it.
Yan Jingcheng's pupils were dark, and he looked directly at Xiaotuanzi, who had his little face raised, and said in a deep voice: "If you can't do it today, please reflect on it."
Xiao Douding frowned and looked at Yan Jingcheng, a little irritable.
Yan Jingcheng ignored him and was busy with official business.
Yan Junran¡¯s little friend got sulky and knew that there was nothing he could do to Yan Jingcheng. Soon, he turned into his follower and followed him wherever he went.
Whenever Yan Jingcheng¡¯s eyes fell on him, he would take out his little notebook, hold up the words on it to express his wishes, and show it to Yan Jingcheng.
Looking at the words "Uncle Jing Xing" repeated over and over again, Yan Jingcheng felt his temples hurt with anger.
I really want to ask what kind of ecstasy soup Xie Jing Xing gave him to make him miss it so much.
After following him for a long time, Yan Junran¡¯s short legs were sore, but unfortunately his hard-hearted father was unmoved.
Not long after, Yan Jingcheng¡¯s cell phone rang, and the man got up and planned to go to the bedside to answer the phone.
As soon as he moved, a white and tender shadow climbed up from the carpet again, rushed forward and hugged his thigh tightly, and by the way, he raised his notebook
"I told you not to think about it today." Yan Jingcheng frowned and spoke again.
The little guy's patience was obviously not as good as his. After persisting for a long time with no hope of hope, he couldn't help but lose his temper, and the corners of his eyes were red with anger.
Yan Jingcheng picked up the back of his clothes, put him on the sofa, and answered the phone first.
¡¾Daddy is bad¡¿.
Xiao Douding hurriedly wrote a few words in the notebook, his eyes were watery, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
Yan Jingcheng remained unmoved, staring at him while talking on the phone.
Yan Junran angrily threw the notebook to the ground, turned over and ran off the sofa, tiptoeing to twist the door handle, obviously wanting to leave.
Yan Jingcheng stood up and followed him out with a pair of long legs, trying to carry him back.
Nian Nian kept patting the door panel angrily, her little face was bulging with anger, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger.
Li Hu outside the door couldn't bear to hear the father-son fight inside.
After struggling for a moment, he couldn't help but call Xie Jingxing: "Seventh Young Master, can you come and see the young master? The young master seems to miss you and insists on seeing you"
Xie Jingxing was stunned for a few seconds, then looked at the time and said, "I'll be there right away."
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Not long after, when Yan Jingcheng and his son were in a stalemate, Xie Jingxing hurried over.
The moment she saw Xie Jingxing, Yan Junran's little friend immediately pounced on him, hugged his thigh tightly, and hung it on him like a pendant.
Xie Jingxing couldn¡¯t help but laugh out loud, squatting down and picking him up: ¡°Do you miss your uncle every year?¡±
Xiaotuanzi nodded vigorously, hugged his neck, and pointed his butt at Yan Jingcheng. Yan Jingcheng's face turned pale with anger.
"Why are you angry with him? Just give me a call. I'll take him to my place for two days and I'll send him back to you before returning to Xijiang." Xie Jingxing said while coaxing Niannian. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com