Young Master Li spoils his wife

An An remembered the scene of playing chess with Li Yuanzhong in the past. The spiritual joy brought about by this mutual game made him have a good impression of this elder for a while.

Until he knew his life experience, it turned out that from the beginning to the end, Li Yuanzhong played chess with him and chatted with him, it was just a kind of closeness with ulterior motives.

Thinking that he and Li Xiuqi are in the same branch, and that he wanted to call Li Yuanzhong "Grandpa Zeng", An An felt a strong resistance in his heart.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and said to Wen Zhong: "Tell him, I don't have time."

Wen Zhong was rejected, and continued to smile and said: "If Master Huai'an doesn't have time, Master can go to find you by himself."

Wen Zhong hurriedly shook his head at Li Xiuqi, indicating that he was fine.

Don't talk about him, even if Master Huai'an talks to the master like this, the master will have no temper.

An An looked at Li Xiuqi expressionlessly, even though Bai Qingluo was dead, he still couldn't forgive Bai Qingluo for causing serious injuries to his father, not to mention what he did to her mother back then!

An An frowned lightly, and said bluntly: "I don't want to see him, tell him not to disturb us."

A gust of cold wind blew, Wen Zhong covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently.

"Grandpa Wen!" Li Xiuqi glanced at Wen Zhong worriedly, then whispered to An An: "You should be more polite, Grandpa Wen is our elder."

He doesn't want to be the Silence of the Lambs anymore.

That day, he stood in front of Bai Qingluo's tomb and swore that he would treat anyone who was kind to him in the future, so that there would be no regrets left.

At this time, Wen Zhong didn't know what he saw, so he suddenly put down his handkerchief, and called out respectfully, "Master...Young Master."

These days, he has tried his best to ignore Li Xiuqi, but if he wants to meddle in his own business, he doesn't mind beating Li Xiuqi up again!

After so many days, it was the first time they faced each other.

Li Xiuqi didn't avoid An An's sight. He was stupid and not very good at talking, but since he was taken in by Li Yuanzhong, Wen Zhong was the best person to him. He wanted to speak for Wen Zhong in his heart, so he said so.

I envy Li Jingchen to accompany An An to watch theatrical performances in person.

Even though the man in front of him expelled his biological father from city S and has disappeared, he is still the head of the Li family!

There is no doubt about this!

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse due to his cough, only An An and Li Xiuqi could hear it, and the class teacher focused his attention on the stage.

The two children looked back, and they were very surprised to see Li Jingchen.

After being surprised, An An was angry, while Li Xiuqi was envious.

An An's little face was tense instantly. If Li Jingchen dared to say that he was his father in front of others, he would absolutely hate him for the rest of his life!

At this time, Wen Zhong's old voice sounded: "He is the young master of our family."

"The young master of your family?" The head teacher looked back at Wen Zhong and Li Xiuqi, and quickly came to a conclusion: "Then you are Li Xiuqi's parent, aren't you?"

And he is no better than Li Huai'an, he has willful capital, submitting to Li Jingchen is his only destination.

From the corner of the head teacher's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Li Jingchen, and couldn't help asking in surprise, "Are you...?"

Li Jingchen's eyes fell on An An.

An An's expression changed, and he stood up: "Teacher..."

Li Jingchen pressed his shoulders and quickly pushed him onto the seat.

An An struggled to break away from Li Jingchen's hand, picked up the chair, and wanted to change seats.

Li Jingchen looked away from An An, and said with a half-smile: "That's right."

After a meal, he pointed to the chair under the class teacher and asked politely, "Can I sit here?"

"Of course, you can sit down!" The class teacher originally took the seat of An An's parents, but when he heard Li Jingchen's words, he immediately vacated the chair and ran to the back to manage discipline.

"Well, she went to the treatment center to spend Christmas with the children. She was afraid that you would cry secretly by yourself, so she called and asked me to accompany you."

Li Jingchen accurately stated Lu Wanwan's whereabouts, proving that he did not lie.

An An stopped moving the chair, and said righteously: "I persuaded Mommy to leave me alone, so I won't cry."

"Your mommy asked me to accompany you."

Li Jingchen nailed An An in place with a word.

"My mommy?"

In addition, as soon as Li Jingchen came, he sat in the first row, leaving only a back view for the people behind him. For a while, no one recognized him, but he was clean.

The black coat wraps Li Jingchen's staunch body. With him, even with the cold wind howling on the playground, he gives people a sense of security.

But as time passed, An An began to feel uncomfortable.

Li Jingchen slightly clenched his lips: "Really? I thought you would hug her waist and cry and beg her not to abandon you."

"Is that you?" An An retorted: "Even if you kneel on the ground and beg my mommy to turn around, she won't even look at you."

The father and son watched the performance on the stage, and occasionally moved their lips, giving people a feeling of being irrelevant.

"..." Not ashamed, but I will feel sorry for my daddy who is far away in City Y.

Thinking of Fu Shuo, An An couldn't help but said: "You give up, I can't belong to the Li family in my life!"

"Oh." Li Jingchen responded, as if he didn't care, and said, "but your mommy belongs to me."

After Li Jingchen noticed it, he asked, "Why, is your butt itchy?"

An An tried to draw a line with him in a naive and cold tone: "Don't talk to me, I don't want people to think that we know each other."

"It's embarrassing to know me?"

An An lost her composure and ran out of her seat, before disappearing into the night.

Over stimulated?

Li Jingchen's eyes are dim, and no one knows what he is thinking.

An An was poked at the most frightening spot in her heart, and couldn't help shouting: "My mommy is not her!!"

This voice immediately made everyone within a few meters look at him, and even the school leaders not far away cast dissatisfied glances at him.

"Go and see what happened in the second grade? Don't affect the cultural performance."

The teaching director met his oppressive eyebrows, said something inexplicably nervous, and hurried back.

……

An An ran to the roof of the school in one breath.

At this time, a teaching director came over and asked displeasedly: "What happened here? Where is the child who was sitting here just now? Where did he go!"

Li Jingchen raised his eyes and said coldly: "He has gone to the bathroom, you can tell me if you have anything to do."

"... Please be quiet."

Because he ran up the stairs, more than a dozen floors, he collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and gasped for breath.

As far as he could see, he could only see a few sporadic stars in the dark night sky to accompany him.