MTL - Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp-Chapter 915 When is he a three year old?

"Guest? Meng Dong is not kidding? Yesterday I heard that your wife, Mrs. Meng, said what I said. If I go to the door without skin, how would anyone look at me?"

"Ling, the thing yesterday was that we were not right. Let's apologize to you. You told her that she is old and hard to talk. You should never care about her."

In the eyes of Meng Xicheng, it is sincerely true. He can see it clearly. If the calculations in the shopping malls in the weekdays are placed outside the prostitute, it is totally unsuitable.

"Yeah, Lingbi, the old lady said this, but I will talk to you. If you don't give us a face, you should give it to you. Mom face, you think about it, you. Mom like you. When I was so big, I left my home and wandered alone for 27 years. I said that I didn’t want to go home and I was fake. Now I can go back to Meng’s home, and then break with the old lady for your business. How to do it, you think about it yourself."

"Okay, let's go, remember, it's on my mother's face."

The coffin was indeed convinced by him. The old lady was not bad, but the old grievances were too deep, and they were tired of their generation.

Moreover, she can feel that her mother is respectful to Mrs. Meng’s wife, just for herself...

Xiaonuo stayed in the arms of the coffin, his small eyes kept looking at them, and his small expression was very cute.

Meng Haotian looked more familiar. When I saw the online photos at first sight, I already had that feeling. I only thought that this was a **** problem.

Suddenly, Meng Haotian took a picture of his head. "I said, how can I be so familiar? I have seen you this little guy a long time ago."

The three men in the car except the driver looked at him at the same time. Meng Xicheng asked: "Have you seen it before?"

"Isn't it, once I went shopping with Jiang Nan and met a thief, this little guy uniform."

Meng Xicheng glanced at him and immediately looked at the coffin, and the expression instantly felt the sense of sight of the dogleg.

"Outside niece, you have no other hobbies in your childhood, just love dreaming, don't be angry!"

auzw.com Meng Haotian looked at the question in confusion. "Big Brother, when did my hobby become love and dream? How can I not know?"

After a while, Meng Hao genius reacted. "Boss, I am not kidding. The little grandson is amazing. Why don't you believe it?"

The coffin glanced at them, only to smack Xiaonuo into his arms, and did not say anything else.

"Mom, is the ‘small grandson’ in their mouth?”

The soft, squeaky voice came from this little mouth. Don’t mention how soft it was, even the two big men couldn’t help but hug him. I wish I could give all the good things. he.

The two eagerly looked at the coffin, and his eyes remained for a moment.

Lingbi had two eyes. "Xiaonuo, you call them ‘grandfather’.”

The eyes of both of them suddenly fell, the bright eyes, and instantly dimmed.

"Two grandfathers are good."

The two of them comforted themselves, and called "Grandpa" is better than nothing.

"Hey, little grandson, what's your name?"

“My name is ‘promise’, ‘promise’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’

"This name is really nice, come, call ‘舅姥爷’, grandfather buys you sugar to eat well?” The expression on Meng Xicheng’s face is definitely what Meng Haotian often sees.

... treacherous.

Is he really a little guy who is a three-year-old?