Several female bodyguards surrounded her and looked at her expressionlessly, as if her rotation was just transparent to them.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and Lin Qianqian was overjoyed, thinking that Yan Mubei's scumbag had woken up.

Without even looking, I pressed the answer button quickly: "Hey, are you awake?"

"I've been awake for a long time." The child's dissatisfied murmur came. She could imagine how he pouted his little lips at this time: "Mommy, have you forgotten?"

"Haha, it turned out to be Colin." Lin Qianqian waved her hand and asked the bodyguards surrounding her to withdraw, leaving her with a private space.

She remembered the question about dinner and asked her son: "Have Colin had dinner?"

"No." Continue to mutter dissatisfaction, with a child-like little anger.

Lin Qianqian raised her hand and looked at her watch, frowned: "It's past nine o'clock, why don't you eat supper yet? It will make you hungry."

"I'm going to wait for Mommy to come back, I'm going to have a meal with Mommy."

"Be good, mommy is a little busy. I'm afraid she can't have dinner with you, so you can eat first."

"I don't want it, I don't want to eat it myself."

"Where are Betty and Aunt Qiong? They are there to accompany you."

"I don't want it, I just want it, I just want it." A cute baby cried: "Mommy, don't you want me?"

As soon as his son's trump card was released, Lin Qianqian could only surrender.

"Silly kid, why would Mommy want you? You have dinner first, Mommy will go home soon."

"You said the same thing just now, saying that you will be back soon, but you will never come back." He cried even more lawlessly, screaming, like a little dog wandering on the street.

Lin Qianqian's heart was hurt and she turned around again while she was still in the same circle.

The bodyguards looked around, monitoring the surrounding environment, and looked at her from time to time, with strange eyes.

I probably think Lin Qianqian's behavior is very strange.

Lin Qianqian wanted to use a machine gun to kill all the annoying bodyguards in front of her, and then rushed home as quickly as possible to see her son and comfort his injured heart.

Oh, poor little Colin, only two and a half years old, didn't have dinner at the end of nine in order to wait for her mother to come home. What's going on?

The more her son cried, the more annoyed her heart became, and she became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At this moment, a childish girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, softly: "Why didn't the little brother cry when he cried?"

Then Colin's voice was shouting very quickly and lightly: "Don't touch my face."

Although the two of them spoke very lightly and accompanied by the sound of disputes, Lin Qianqian could hear it very clearly.

In an instant, her anxiety and anxiety faded away, and replaced the black line of her face being teased.

The two children there were still clamoring, and the sound became clearer and more audible.

"Mom said good kids should not pretend to cry. Brother, you are too bad."

"I didn't pretend to cry, Betty, shut up." This tone was full of Mubei's taste.

"You have."

"I don't."

Lin Qianqian sweats: “….”

Son, you are indeed cheating on your mother's mother's love.

Lin Qianqian's heartache disappeared and she calmly said to her son: "Let Betty listen to the phone."

Colin over there cried out in a silence and acted coquettishly: "She is lying, mommy, don't chat with her, she is the bad boy."

"Okay, Mommy asks you again." Several female bodyguards surrounded her and looked at her expressionlessly, as if her rotation was just transparent to them.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and Lin Qianqian was overjoyed, thinking that Yan Mubei's scumbag had woken up.

Without even looking, I pressed the answer button quickly: "Hey, are you awake?"

"I've been awake for a long time." The child's dissatisfied murmur came. She could imagine how he pouted his little lips at this time: "Mommy, have you forgotten?"

"Haha, it turned out to be Colin." Lin Qianqian waved her hand and asked the bodyguards surrounding her to withdraw, leaving her with a private space.

She remembered the question about dinner and asked her son: "Have Colin had dinner?"

"No." Continue to mutter dissatisfaction, with a child-like little anger.

Lin Qianqian raised her hand and looked at her watch, frowned: "It's past nine o'clock, why don't you eat supper yet? It will make you hungry."

"I'm going to wait for Mommy to come back, I'm going to have a meal with Mommy."

"Be good, mommy is a little busy. I'm afraid she can't have dinner with you, so you can eat first."

"I don't want it, I don't want to eat it myself."

"Where are Betty and Aunt Qiong? They are there to accompany you."

"I don't want it, I just want it, I just want it." A cute baby cried: "Mommy, don't you want me?"

As soon as his son's trump card was released, Lin Qianqian could only surrender.

"Silly kid, why would Mommy want you? You have dinner first, Mommy will go home soon."

"You said the same thing just now, saying that you will be back soon, but you will never come back." He cried even more lawlessly, screaming, like a little dog wandering on the street.

Lin Qianqian's heart was hurt and she turned around again while she was still in the same circle.

The bodyguards looked around, monitoring the surrounding environment, and looked at her from time to time, with strange eyes.

I probably think Lin Qianqian's behavior is very strange.

Lin Qianqian wanted to use a machine gun to kill all the annoying bodyguards in front of her, and then rushed home as quickly as possible to see her son and comfort his injured heart.

Oh, poor little Colin, only two and a half years old, didn't have dinner at the end of nine in order to wait for her mother to come home. What's going on?

The more her son cried, the more annoyed her heart became, and she became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At this moment, a childish girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, softly: "Why didn't the little brother cry when he cried?"

Then Colin's voice was shouting very quickly and lightly: "Don't touch my face."

Although the two of them spoke very lightly and accompanied by the sound of disputes, Lin Qianqian could hear it very clearly.

In an instant, her anxiety and anxiety faded away, and replaced the black line of her face being teased.

The two children there were still clamoring, and the sound became clearer and more audible.

"Mom said good kids should not pretend to cry. Brother, you are too bad."

"I didn't pretend to cry, Betty, shut up." This tone was full of Mubei's taste.

"You have."

"I don't."

Lin Qianqian sweats: “….”

Son, you are indeed cheating on your mother's mother's love.

Lin Qianqian's heartache disappeared and she calmly said to her son: "Let Betty listen to the phone."

Colin over there cried out in a silence and acted coquettishly: "She is lying, mommy, don't chat with her, she is the bad boy."
Chapter completed!