Tsundere baby

"Good grades can't be eaten as food, Daddy, you know that I'm not material for studying, and you hurt me."

Depressedly leaning on Leng Shenyu, playing with the secretary, although he didn't like Weisen very much, but he was from his own family anyway, who would dare to bully him on this condition.

"Huh, this is also called hurting you? Meng Ran called Wei Sen and asked him to come over tomorrow."

"It's sir, dinner is ready and we can eat." Meng Ran stood beside him respectfully. In fact, as long as Leng Shenyu was at home, he would be by his side at any time, waiting for Leng Shenyu's orders.

"I don't want to eat it. My injury is healed and I'm a vegetarian. Look at me, Daddy, my face has turned green. I'm eating steamed buns with vegetables."

Leng Minglang, who hated vegetarian food very much, poked Leng Shenyu's stomach with his hand in protest.

"Don't you want to eat? Then Uncle Meng won't cook tomorrow." Leng Shenyu left Leng Minglang and got up and walked towards the restaurant, not caring whether Leng Minglang would follow.

Seeing that he was abandoned, Leng Minglang quickly got up and followed, ignoring the suppressed smiles of the servants around him.

"What if your precious son is starved to death? Also, isn't that transgressor coming over tomorrow? If you don't give food to others, you think we are stingy."

"You really talk a lot, sit down and eat."

Glancing at the chattering little guy, Leng Shenyu said lightly.He is annoying enough today, if he continues the conversation like this, Leng Shenyu will definitely not be able to bear it, and directly pulls the little guy over to give him a good beating.

Seeing that Leng Shenyu's expression was a little strange, Leng Minglang consciously sat down at the dining table and stopped talking.Eating the food on the table quietly, he has already figured out Leng Shenyu's character after so many years of getting along.

Just like eating, Leng Shenyu hates talking at the dinner table, this is Leng Shenyu's taboo, so as long as Leng Shenyu mentions it during the meal, he will stop talking, even if he is dissatisfied, he will suffer until the end of the meal.

It is precisely because of knowing each other for so many years that Leng Minglang pays attention to some things that Leng Shenyu hates in many things.

While eating with his head down, Leng Minglang raised his head from time to time to look at Leng Shenyu on the opposite side.

Leng Minglang thinks that he is quite a beautiful person when he eats, but he can't reach the level of the opposite side, who takes his food in a leisurely way, and every sip of soup is so perfect and impeccable.

"When I look at it, my eyes are going to fall into the bowl."

After taking the napkin, Leng Shenyu looked at the little guy amusedly, not even blinking, staring at him.

"Hey, Daddy is pretty."

With a smirk, he pushed the bowls and chopsticks on the table far, far away. He only took a few mouthfuls before he stopped thinking about it.

"..." Although pretty is not appropriate to describe a man, it cannot be related to Leng Shenyu no matter what.

Leng Shenyu's face is considered handsome and resolute, and there is no beautiful word on him.

"Forget it, I don't care about you."

Shaking his head, Leng Shenyu got up directly and walked towards the living room, instead of going upstairs, he walked to the sofa and sat down on a rare occasion.

"Uncle Meng, remove all these, I don't want them anymore."

He planned to finish the meal and continue to unpack the package, but seeing his father rarely sitting on the sofa watching TV, Leng Minglang decided to give up the package and stay with his father.

"Daddy, is he tired from work? I'll give you a massage." He walked to Leng Shenyu and gently massaged his shoulders.

"Well, when did you become so obedient?" You closed your eyes and enjoyed Leng Minglang's service.

Switching to the other side and continuing the massage, Leng Minglang was even more startled, "I'm good everywhere, isn't Daddy?"

"Hmph, be good, all the big names in the yard can talk."

The big name is a black Tibetan mastiff outside the compound.

"Hmph Daddy."

Leng Minglang pouted, humming.