The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 125 You Skinny Child
Hearing the roar of the car outside the living room, Qu Jimeng got up, "Grandpa, this matter..." He tensed his face, glanced at the figure under the shadow of the lamp through the French window, and walked towards the stairs for a few minutes Step turned back, "I will never change my surname."

The old man helplessly stretched his hands through his hair, and saw the little girl jumping into the room.

Followed by his baby grandson.

"Jabao is back home? Liangshuo sent you back." The old man swept away the coldness just now.

Jiabao nodded again and again, as if he saw Qu Jimeng's back disappearing upstairs, "Grandpa, I'll go upstairs to see Brother Mengmeng first."

"Okay, let's go."

Jiabao hurriedly ran upstairs.

Bo Liangshuo went to the living room and lay on his back, "Grandpa, did something happen that I don't know about?"

"... Sigh! Your uncle said that Mengmeng will change his surname in the future, and that he is not allowed to be called father and son in the future."

Bao Liangshuo stared at the old man without saying a word.

The old man was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the little grandson, so he turned his face and asked, "You also think it's wrong for your uncle to do this?"

Bo Liangshuo fiddled with his right hand casually on the sofa: "Uncle, are you here for real this time?"

"You skinny boy! Are adults still joking?"

Bo Liangshuo said "Oh" and continued to ask: "Does uncle have a girlfriend who is getting married in the army?"

There was a questioning look in his eyes, which made the old man have to think in that direction too.

"If it's my uncle who wants to get married, it's normal for my brother to return to his original position."

After Bo Liangshuo finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the deep corridor upstairs.

It seemed very quiet.

Did Garbo know it too?
Will the two of them have to move back to the Bo's Manor in the future?If that's the case, he, the younger brother, has to be prepared to eat dog food every day.With Jiabao's petite temperament, it's hard to guarantee that she won't always pay attention to her image.

Upstairs children's room.

Jiabao dragged the chair to Qu Jimeng's bed, and sat face to face with the person who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his forehead propped up. She looked left and right and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Mengmeng, is the monarch and minister?" Did daddy say anything to me?"

It was the first time that they went to Bo's manor together like this tonight, and then he went home first.

Jiabao thought for a while, and squeezed Qu Jimeng's clenched left fist with his small hand.

"Did I make them angry, so they blamed you?"

"Mengmeng, if I made a mistake, just tell me..."

Seeing the other person's uncomfortable appearance, Jiabao was on the verge of crying too.

"No, don't make random guesses." Qu Jimeng propped his chin, and stretched out his left hand to hold the little girl's little hand, "Actually, I'm just a little, a little unclear about what it feels like, but I really want to call me—Daddy." Phone call. I don't know if he will answer it now."

"So you miss Jing Huan's father? Ouch..." Jia Bao patted his chest, "I was scared to death, I thought it was Junchen's father who didn't like me anymore. But Brother Mengmeng, why are you suddenly indecisive? Think Daddy Jing Huan just give him a call!"

When a son calls his father, do he still have to think about it?
As long as Qu Jimeng closed his eyes a little, he seemed to hear the gentle and handsome laughter of Jing Huan's father who was hugging him in the past.

That laughter will infect all his cells, so that he has to follow the joy.

Jia Bao smiled, took his mobile phone out of his trouser pocket and handed it to him, "Call and see, maybe Daddy Jing Huan has time now."

Qu Jimeng took the phone and opened the call interface. The last time I talked to him was ten days ago.

(End of this chapter)