His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

The little pumpkin has turned into a big pumpkin, wagging its tail at home.

In an instant, the charming atmosphere was broken.

Li Shunan half-squinted his peachy eyes and leaned lazily on the sofa, looking casual.

Jiang Lingzhi blinked: "Little Pumpkin!"

"Meow~" Little Pumpkin walked up to her and rubbed her ankle as if she still remembered her.

Jiang Lingzhi bent down and picked it up carefully, with a sigh of exclamation in his tone: "Little pumpkins have grown so big."

Obviously he was still a little cat at the time, and he grew up in the blink of an eye.

She hasn't taken care of her mother for a few days, which is too incompetent.

Jiang Ling knew that he was a little guilty and a little guilty.

"You've been taking care of him?" She couldn't help but raise her head, looking at Li Shunan.

Li Shunan leaned against the sofa, lazily, with a melodious tone: "This my son, who do I not take care of?"

After finishing speaking, he gave her a meaningful look: "If you are a mother, you can only rely on your father."

"..."

"I didn't mean to keep it." Jiang Lingzhi retorted in a low voice.

But she did not do it right.

Jiang Lingzhi rubbed his little head: "I'm sorry, Little Pumpkin, mom will take good care of you in the future."

Thinking about it this way, his father is really responsible.

After raising her for so long, there is still no complaint.

Jiang Ling knew that he had paid too much, and wanted to share a little bit for him: "Or, I'll take the little pumpkin, you don't have to work so hard."

Li Shu Nanqing raised his eyebrows and said lazily, "Cross the river and demolish the bridge?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

"I didn't want to share the burden for you." Jiang Ling knew that he had no confidence, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Think about it, the son who was finally raised was taken away halfway.

Then she is not kind.

"Then, let you put it here?" Jiang Lingzhi asked his opinion carefully.

Li Shu Nan slowly reminded: "Pets are not allowed in the dormitory."

Jiang Lingzhi sighed, "Okay."

The idea of ​​picking up his son was ruthlessly repelled.

Jiang Ling knew how to smooth it gently, and Pumpkin closed his eyes with enjoyment.

The little pumpkin was obviously well taken care of by him, round and round.

Jiang Ling knew he couldn't put it down.

Li Shunan leaned leaning against the sofa, propped his head with one hand, and asked lazily, "When will you hold it?"

Jiang Lingzhi glanced at him: "I haven't seen him for so long, what's wrong with me hugging it."

"Heh," Li Shunan chuckled, his head slightly tilted, and gently reminded: "I haven't seen you for so long. Didn't you rush over and hug me that night?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

Jiang Lingzhi thought it was amazing: "How do you compare with a cat?"

"Well," Li Shu Nan dragged his accent, with an inexplicably cool tone: "I can't even compare to a cat?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

I don't know if I feel the tension here.

After holding it for a while, Little Pumpkin was unwilling to be held, jumped off her, and played happily after the ball of yarn.

There were only two of them on the sofa.

Thinking of what happened just now, Jiang Ling knew that his heartbeat was a little unstable.

It suddenly occurred to me that when he called just now, his voice was a bit noisy.

At this moment, the subject just changed: "By the way, when I called you just now, were you busy? Did I bother you?"