star lord returns

Mehta touched Nam Kyung's cheek with her cold hands, and said, "I'm familiar with your breath, it's very comfortable and clean."

When Nan Jing heard this, he was slightly surprised, and then smiled softly.

He touched Little Mehta's head, and said: "When little Mehta was still in the womb of her mother and father, I touched little Mehta through her belly. At that time, you were still very small."

Meta hugged Nan Jing with her small arms, and whispered in his ear with a voice that could only be heard by two people: "I will always be with Feng Mengmeng, and I will not let others bully him."

Nan Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hugged Mehta tighter.

This baby, does he mean that he can only bully Feng Mengmeng himself and no one else can bully him?

"Mengmeng will protect you too, little Mehta."

With a holy smile on Mehta's face, she said, "You will be very happy."

Nan Jing and Landis left Wenman's vacation in the evening.

Although Feng Mengmeng cried out of anger, he seemed to like playing together with little Meita very much. After being so cute and all kinds of strong demands, he finally got permission to stay at Xiao Meita's house for the night.

The suspension sports car flies through the air.

Nan Jing sat on the co-pilot, looked at the orange sunset outside, and said, "I always think that little Meita is a bit mysterious."

Landis looked straight ahead and said, "I'll tell you a secret."

"Ok?"

"Little Meta is inherited from the priests of the mermaid clan."

Nan Jing turned his head and looked at Landis in surprise.

"You mean, little Meta will be the next priest of the mermaid clan?"

This is really too bad!

The priest himself was spending his own life to spy on the secrets of the sky. Little Meta's body was already bad enough, so how could it be wasted?

Landis made a booing gesture and said, "Only you and I know about this matter, apart from little uncle and Ellens. Little Mehta can see a person's future, and he can also do divination. But we An agreement has been reached in private to conceal his priestly inheritance."

Nan Jing recalled the whispers that Little Meita had said to him, leaning on the back of the chair and showing a faint smile.

"That's good, little Meta looks like a piece of crystal that is easily broken, how can it stand the strict rules of the high priest of the Sea Clan."

After Morena, the Sea Clan found Yun Jinghan, who was living outside and got the inheritance from the priests. They wanted to bring him back to the deep sea according to the clan rules, but at that time, because of Morena, the royal family and the Sea Clan almost collapsed. Tees ordered Yun Jinghan to stay in the imperial capital, and that was the end.

little meta...

"What a distressed child." Nan Jing sighed.

Landis laughed and said: "Don't look at him as weak and weak, he often uses his mouth to be so angry that he can't speak. In the beginning, many noble children of the same age came to see him. Mehta played, but both of them left crying and never came back."

Nan Jing said: "Xiao Meita is not considered a poisonous tongue, but he is too direct and easily offends people."

For example, today when he said that his son Feng Mengmeng was not smart enough, Nan Jing didn't think Feng Mengmeng would keep it in his heart, otherwise the child would not insist on playing with Meta, and would not even want to go home.

But each child's personality is different, and the degree of acceptance is also different.

Among them, there must be many children who are angry and sad because of Little Mehta's words.

"Mengmeng is a little boy, and he has never held grudges since he was a child. How about we let Mengmeng stay with little Meita at his uncle's house for a few more days?"

Nan Jing knew his son too well. Feng Mengmeng had already played with little Meita during the month of separation from him. I am afraid that today is not the first time that he has been despised for his IQ.

Nan Jing was quite relieved. Although Feng Mengmeng was bullied by other children in Gamma City, at least he had honed a heart that was too strong. After being scolded, he cried a few times and then forgot all about it net.

This is also a good thing.

Landis pretended to be helpless and sighed, and said: "Those who didn't know thought Mehta was your real son. Our baby was bullied and cried. You, a mother and father, didn't respond at all. Go feel sorry for other people's children."

Nan Jing rubbed his nose and said, "Because Mengmeng is not really stupid, he can tell the difference between good and bad."

Landis freed up one hand, held Nan Jing's hand, and said, "You don't have to be afraid of your son crying and complaining, I agree."

Nan Jing couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "Feng Mengmeng's tears are worthless to me. When he is really sad, he will only wipe his tears and not cry. He just cries for us."

Feng Mengmeng, who was being naughty by Nan Jing, sneezed, still holding that messy Rubik's Cube.

Little Mehta was reading a book.

Feng Mengmeng couldn't handle it well, so she moved her body and sat next to Meita, holding the Rubik's Cube on top of Meita's book.

"Meita, what should I do next?" Feng Mengmeng frowned.

Little Meta looked at the little hand lying on the book, and there were only three demons of the same color, and said, "You are too stupid, you can't learn it, and you still interrupt my reading."

Feng Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, he had never been so disgusted by anyone.

"The queen mother said that Mengmeng is not stupid at all, but you are too smart." Feng Mengmeng defended herself very seriously: "The queen mother also said that smart children look at others as fools."

Little Meita snorted, a little upset that Feng Mengmeng would move out of his mother no matter what she did.

How can such a child become independent from the milk doll state?

"You're just stupid. I've taught you five times and you haven't learned it. Go and play by yourself. I still need to read."

Feng Mengmeng doesn't like books at all, she didn't think so before, but now she finds that Little Meita likes books more than she likes herself, so her dislike for books rises from her heart.

So unintentionally, Mehta predicted the birth of a brand new student in the future, or psychologically.

Feng Mengmeng curled her lips, threw the Rubik's Cube aside, climbed off the bed and ran outside.

"I'm never playing with you again, big bad Meta."

The door was also slammed.

Meta Ergen finally calmed down, and he lowered his head slightly again and continued to read the book in front of him.

After he turned back five pages, the door rang, and Feng Mengmeng came in again with a sullen face holding a tray that was too big for him.

The tray was placed on the small table, and Feng Mengmeng picked up a small milky biscuit that Ellens had just baked, and gnawed it like a little squirrel, and could amplify the sound.

He was showing off on purpose.

Mehta muttered "childish" and continued reading unmoved.

After Feng Mengmeng ate a few, seeing that Meita didn't respond, she also felt bored, so she took two sips of hot milk from the cup, jumped up and down on the bed, and talked to Meita generously.

"Everyone loves flowers, why don't you like to play with me?"

Mehta turned a page of the book and said without looking up: "I can't walk, I can't dance, I can't go out to play with you, and you don't like staying in the house all the time, why do you have to play with me? You are now It’s fun, and after a while you’ll be like other kids and get bored with me.”

Little Mehta was not so vicious at first.

But slowly, he found that many children would secretly satirize and laugh at him, so he satirized back with words.

Anyway, he just doesn't suffer—whether it's verbal or physical.

Feng Mengmeng blinked her eyes and tilted her head to think about this question carefully.

Meta also put down the book, a little curious about what this little crying bag that couldn't be driven away could say.

Feng Mengmeng lifted off the blanket covering Mehta's legs at once.

Mehta: "..."

Feng Mengmeng lay down on Mehta's lap to take a look, then stretched out her hand to press it.

"I don't feel it."

Mehta's light-colored and ethereal eyes looked a little hollow at this moment.

He opened his pants, revealing a pair of slender and fair legs into the air.

Although his father and father had exhausted all means, they could only keep his legs plump and not shrinking, but they couldn't make him stand up at all.

Mehta can see the future of many people, but he cannot see his own.

Maybe, he thought, he'd never be able to bounce around like the other kids.

When he saw Feng Mengmeng for the first time, he felt jealous.

Such a sunny child, although he is a little crying bag and not very smart, but he is enthusiastic, cute, and so healthy.

With great malice, Mehta wanted to drive Xiao Crying Bao away. He could see that both his father and father liked this little Baozi who claimed to be "everyone loves flowers and sees flowers blooming", but in fact he was really cute. .

Do fathers and dads like healthy little ones?

Meta has a sense of crisis, and these senses of crisis are all brought about by this child named Feng Mengmeng.

However, he didn't expect that Xiao Kui Bao would be like other children after being cried by him, and would never come to play with him again, and would secretly scold him as a cripple.

But Xiaokuibao didn't do that.

He is like a crystal with self-purification function, and like a filter in his ears. After crying, he will still pout his face and come to him to play with the Rubik's Cube, which is still too difficult for him.