Leng Yanmo just grabs his right hand. Leng Shaoheng doesn't even frown. He pulls his hand back quietly. As soon as he bends down, he picks up his son with his left hand.

"She had a little accident, but it's all right now. She didn't come back because there's still work to do there. She'll come back to see you when she's finished."

Wen Yan and Leng Yanmo took a serious look at his father, but some didn't believe it. "If Mommy is really OK, why don't you look so happy? Did you come back alone after you and Mommy quarreled and she refused to come back with you? "

Leng Shaoheng smoked from the corner of his eyes. His son is only six years old, and his eyes are so poisonous. When he grows up, can he get it?

Mo Mo was not loved by his mother since childhood. He was too weak and sick to be liked by his grandfather. Only in this way did he develop a sensitive character.

People with sensitive personality are usually more likely to detect other people's thoughts and their true emotions.

"It's just a little misunderstanding, and you don't have to worry at all. Even if she doesn't pay any attention to me, she won't pay any attention to you." Leng Shaoheng didn't believe that mother and son were connected, but since he saw Shen Qingqing and Mo Mo, he believed it.

In the case that they don't know each other, if they are not connected by blood, how can they feel close to each other when they meet for the first time.

Up to now, Mo Mo has been completely inseparable from Shen Qingqing.

"Dad, why can't Mommy get through?" Leng Yanmo heard Leng Yuwen say that after Shen Qingqing's accident, he wanted to call to ask about the situation, but he couldn't get through every time, and he was dying of anxiety.

"Maybe it's missing." Cold Shaoheng light way.

Shen Qingqing's mobile phone should have been buried in the collapsed tomb. Naturally, it can't be connected.

Leng Yanmo still wants to ask Shen Qingqing about her. Leng Yuwen comes down from his study. He is angry with Leng Shaoheng, and his footsteps are heavier than usual.

"How old are you still holding him? If you dote on him so much, what can you do in the future?" Looking at the father and son, Leng Yuwen said angrily, "also, Leng Yanmo, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to call that woman's mother any more, do you ignore my words?"

Although Leng Yuwen had already retired, his whole body momentum was still not angry. When he was angry, his heart was scared.

However, Leng Shaoheng is not afraid of it. What he is afraid of is Xiaolin and other servants in his family.

As for the cold words, of course, he can't bluff him, but he doesn't mind pretending to be poor in front of his father, pretending to rely on him.

In this way, dad will be more concerned about him. No matter how busy he is, he will put his mind on him.

More importantly, he knew that his grandfather didn't like him. If he didn't let him know how much his father cared about him, he would be more fierce and dislike him.

Dad's maintenance, at least let grandfather have scruples.

As a result, Leng Yanmo trembled when Leng Yuwen spoke. His frowning brow and trembling body made him look particularly distressing. He whispered: "Dad, grandpa is angry. Please let me go."

While saying that, he began to struggle to go on.

Leng Shaoheng hugged his son and looked back at his father's angry face sharply. He said in a deep voice: "Dad, Mo Mo is only six years old. Do you have to be so strict with him?"

"What's wrong with being strict?" Leng Yuwen asked in a deeper voice.

"It's right to be strict, but if you are too strict, it makes me feel cold." Leng Shaoheng said.

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