star lord returns

Hearing this, Nan Jing laughed: "I guess you want to say that I was stupid at that time."

Ellens pulled Nan Jing and walked inside: "Stupid and cute, just like your son. Speaking of which, your son is quite similar to you, and they both have the same temperament."

Nan Jing: "..."

He really didn't want to admit that the guy who got out of the car and ran into the house to play with little Mehta even forgot to be polite was his son!

Wenman was preparing afternoon tea. After seeing Nan Jing, a smile with holy light appeared on his face like an angel.

He opened his arms to hug Nan Jing, and dropped a light kiss on his cheek.

"Welcome home, my dear boy."

Nan Jing said, "Little uncle."

Wenman joked: "You have been absent these years, but we have suffocated Lantis. For a while, we seriously suspected that Lantis had entered menopause early."

Landis: "..."

He said depressedly: "If you really ignore me, can you ignore me completely."

Since Nan Jing came back, when the two stood together, everyone would consciously ignore his existence.

But ignore it, Landis said that he can accept it, but dare not to always think of his existence again every time some maddening things are mentioned!

Everyone in the room laughed.

Nan Jing went to the bedroom specially prepared for Little Meita to visit the child he had missed for a long time.

The room was the color of the sky, and it was neatly tidied up. Nan Jing found that there were actually paper books in it, but there were no plush toys piled up in groups like Feng Mengmeng's bedroom.

Feng Mengmeng was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the pillow, was a child as ice and snow.

He has extremely light pupils, light golden curly long hair in the silvery white, and his skin is very white, which looks like transparent ice and snow.

It is so fragile that people dare not touch it, like an elf or an angel who fell into the world.

Nan Jing finally understood why when talking with Erens through the terminal, Erens would say worryingly: "I am afraid that God will take my child away."

How can there be such a distressed child?

Feng Mengmeng was showing Meta how to play with the Mo Fang she brought, and Meta listened quietly.

Seeing Nan Jing, Mehta turned her face away, without saying a word, looking at Nan Jing without blinking like a doll's eyes.

"Meta, this is your...uh, Mrs. Nanjing." Ellens hesitated.

The age difference between Nanjing and Mehta is nearly 20 years, but they are indeed of the same generation.

A faint smile appeared on Mehta's immature face.

Feng Mengmeng yelled "mother and father", and then said to Meita flauntingly: "That's my mother and father, don't they look pretty? Are they beautiful?"

Nan Jing: "..."

Nima brat who taught you that?

Mehta said, "Hello, beauty."

Nan Jing's expression cracked, these words combined with Xiao Meita's Juechen face, it sounds really drunk.

"You, you are also good."

There were bursts of low laughter in my ears.

Ellens couldn't stop laughing, lying on Wenman's shoulder who was also smiling, and said pantingly: "I'm still worried that my Mehta will become an old blood, but I didn't expect Mengmeng to play with him for a few days. Turn him into a normal kid."

Nan Jing felt ashamed and glared at Feng Mengmeng who was complacent.

"Feng Mengmeng, if you dare to spoil little Meita, be careful I'll beat you up."

Feng Mengmeng rushed over to hug Meita and kissed him on the cheek, saying: "Meita likes Mengmeng the most, doesn't she?"

Nan Jing couldn't look directly at her, and rushed over to hug Feng Mengmeng from the bed, lest he accidentally smash Meita into pieces.

Feng Mengmeng yelled twice: "I want to play with Mehta, let me go!"

Nan Jing patted his ass: "Be honest with me, don't touch me."

Meta laughed lightly, without speaking, picked up the Rubik's Cube that fell from Feng Mengmeng's hands on the bed, and fiddled with the six sides repeatedly with her little hands. In just one or two minutes, the Rubik's Cube with all the messy colors came out. Was spelled into the state of appearance.

Nan Jing: "..."

Fuck!He hasn't done it yet!

"Meta enlightened too early, and her IQ is also very high." Ellens walked over, wrapped little Meta in a blanket, and walked to Nan Jing's side.

Little Meita silently handed the Rubik's Cube to Feng Mengmeng who was already dumbfounded.

Feng Mengmeng blushed as if she had been confessed, and hugged the Rubik's Cube in her arms, her little face flushed, and she asked nervously, "Meita, teach your baby how to spell the Rubik's Cube."

Meta quietly looked at the nervous Feng Mengmeng with a pair of light-colored eyes, smiled, and then said softly when Feng Mengmeng showed a happy expression: "No."

Feng Mengmeng was dumbfounded.

Nam Kyung is also a bit silly.

"Why? Don't you like playing with me?" Feng Mengmeng pouted.

Meta looked at Feng Mengmeng with those calm, childlike eyes, and said calmly: "You are too stupid, I like to be with smart people."

Nan Jing was dumbfounded and shifted his gaze from Mehta to the collapsed Ellens.

Feng Mengmeng's mouth was deflated, and the blue eyes immediately filled with liquid, and she burst into tears.

"Fuck, it's pretty lethal." Nan Jing was convinced.

Ellens was not willing to teach Meta a lesson, and he was pissed off by Metta, apologizing while admonishing little Metta: "This brat won't change after repeated admonitions, every time he makes the children who come to play with him cry, I'm sorry." You’re about to die of worry, so don’t take it to heart.”

As he spoke, he handed little Meta to Wenman, and gave him a glare.

Knowing his guilty conscience, Wenman took Little Mehta and turned around to educate his son in the corner.

Ellens took the little yellow croaker to coax the crying Feng Mengmeng, held him in his arms and stroked his fleshy back, and said, "Don't cry, baby, Mehta is a bad boy, baby is the smartest..."

Landis didn't have the slightest sense of being hit by his self-esteem, and said to Nan Jing: "Xiao Meita's IQ is a bit scary, so it's normal to look down on our son, cough, cough, don't compete with geniuses in IQ."

Nan Jing patted the head of Feng Mengmeng who was sobbing while eating the small yellow croaker, speechless.

"Little Feng Mengmeng, did the teacher tell you that a man must be strong and not shed tears casually?"

Feng Mengmeng choked for a moment, looked at Nanjing with teary eyes, and looked very aggrieved at Little Meita, who was holding Wenman's neck and watching him quietly like a normal person.

Ellens said: "Meta, apologize to Mengmeng."

Little Mehta pouted, and complained: "I'm telling the truth, he is four years old and still can't write the imperial characters, and he sleeps with plush dolls every day, he can't even spell a Rubik's cube well, and... "

"Meta Keldenton."

Ellens called Little Mehta by first and last name, with a stern look on his face, and he was rarely angry: "Is this the manners I taught you? Yes, you are very smart. You are smarter than all the children, but your Wisdom cannot represent your personality, you have to learn humility and friendship."

"But I don't like him, I hate him, the things we touch are not at the same level at all, we can't be friends." Mehta didn't show any guilt, and said his thoughts in a soft voice.

"You Wenman, take care of your son!"

If Ellens didn't feel sorry for Mehta, he would have beaten him countless times.

Nan Jing was shocked.

He thought that all children were carefree and innocent like Feng Mengmeng, childish and ignorant of the world, but Mehta gave him a thinking system that had children who definitely did not belong to that age.

This child cannot be treated the way a child is treated at all.

Feng Mengmeng was so sad that even the little yellow croaker in her mouth was not so tasty anymore.

He wanted to cry again, but seeing that Mehta didn't shed tears despite being so severely reprimanded by his mother and father, he suddenly felt that he couldn't cry either. In contrast, the queen mother seemed much more tolerant.

Wenman kissed Meta on the forehead, put him back on the bed, and said patiently: "Meita, Mengmeng is your relative, you have to learn to take care of him and not bully him, you know?"

Little Mehta blinked and nodded slightly.

Nan Jing put the gift for little Meita by his bed, and said to Meita with a smile: "You can tell me what you like, and where you want to go to play. Although Mengmeng is clumsy, he has a big heart. Kindness, if you have something unhappy in your heart, you might as well tell Mengmeng, I promise he won't tell others, okay?"

Feng Mengmeng cried out aggrieved: "Mother, the baby is not stupid!"

Nan Jing ignored him.

Feng Mengmeng burst into tears: It must not be her own.

Mehta looked at Nan Jing closely, and suddenly reached out to touch his face, then leaned over and kissed Nan Jing on the mouth.

"Beauty, I like you." Mehta said.

Nan Jing: "..."

The whole house was in chaos.

Nan Jing was roaring in his heart, this must be taught by Feng Mengmeng!When I go back, I have to fix his stinky problem. It must be corrected, it must be corrected!

Feng Mengmeng shrank into Ellens' arms, for some reason, she suddenly felt that his little butt could not be kept tonight!