Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp

The coffin swept Meng Xicheng with a faint look. Is her baby so embarrassing?

Sure enough, Xiaonuo shook his head. "Grandpa, Xiaonuo doesn't want to eat sugar."

"That... what do you like? As long as you call me a "grandfather", what do you want, I will give you something."

Meng Haotian couldn't help but interrupt: "If Xiaonuo wants the stars in the sky, can you send it?"

Meng Xicheng glanced at him, but did not say anything.

"Xiao Nuo only wants mom and dad."

After hearing this answer, the coffin gently licked his little head. "Son, awesome."

And Meng Xicheng looked frustrated, and he felt so frustrated for the first time.

At the Meng family, Mrs. Meng is waiting for them on the sofa.

At the moment of seeing the coffin, the eyes were slightly bright and slightly dimmed.

The temper of this girl, she has not yet figured out, do not know if she wants to speak for a while, what kind of attitude she will be.

When the eyes swept down, it was a cute little man.

Only his little hand is holding...the coffin.

There is a flash of light in the eyes of Mrs. Meng’s eyes. Is this little fellow a son of a coffin?

Just... how is this possible?

Although the doubts in my heart, I endured not asking for an exit.

"Come and sit down!"

auzw.com Meng Xicheng and Meng Haotian know that the old lady wants to talk to the coffin alone, and quickly finds an excuse to say: "Mom, we didn't go to the company today, we will go back to the company first. Look, you will let the driver send the Miss Ling home."

"Well, I know." The old lady's old voice was exhausted.

After the two left, the coffin sat on the sofa with Xiaonuo. "Mrs. Meng asked me to come to yesterday's business?"

After all, it’s a bit late, it’s better to end their conversation as soon as possible.

The old lady coughed softly and cleared her throat. "What happened 27 years ago, can you listen to your mother?"

She only wants to play this emotional card with this girl.

"Yeah." Lingbi is even more indifferent than her, and the expression on the old lady's face is slightly untenable.

"When your mother left home for so many years, what kind of days have passed outside, I must have seen it. In these years, my heart has been remembered, I can’t sleep well every night, and it’s hard to wait until your mother returns. But this happened..." While talking to Lingbi, he also looked at Xiaonuo’s eyes and looked so distressed.

The spirit of the mind, really is a family, even this thinking is the synchronization of God, just on the way, the two people also said the same thing with her.

"Isn't it the culprits?" the coffin said coldly.

"What?" The old lady was wrong for a moment.

"If you keep your eyes open and see what kind of person Han Luyuan is, maybe this will not happen."

"What do you mean by this?"

"Han Luyuan... You still have to ask your sons when you are there to see what stupid things he has done."

Some things, in the face of Xiaonuo is not convenient to say.

At a time when the atmosphere was stiff, Shu Tingting took her child and walked down. As soon as she saw the coffin and Xiaonuo, her eyes lit up.

"Ling, this is my little grandson?"

When I heard Shu Tingting say the words "Little Grandson", the old lady was not calm.