He opened the big picture and stared at the dumpling on the far left, Su Shi Bao, his eyes envious.

Baby, I have never eaten your dumplings.

"Dad, am I handsome?"

Suddenly the door opened, and a little ran in, shouting while running.

The immature voice listened to him and ignored him.

Ming Ansheng looked in the past. The little guy was wearing a big red Tang suit, fair skin, **** eyes, and very cute.

He ran to Ming Ansheng, a pair of stubby arms hugging Ming Ansheng's legs, "Daddy eating."

The little guy looked up and stared at Ming Ansheng with clear eyes, as if there was a touch of expectation in the glittering eyes, a touch of flattery.

Ming Ansheng smiled and didn't speak.

Staring at the innocent little face of the little fellow, his dark eyes gradually deepened.

Although he did not deny the child, he still ... still didn't know how to accept it.

The little guy was enthusiastic every time he saw him, and he never responded.

"An Sheng, have dinner."

Wang Yuexiang also came, watching the little guy holding Ming Ansheng's legs, and the picture made her hesitate before she spoke.

She looked at Ming Ansheng deeply and couldn't say the pain.

Two serious loves, two loved ones, just torn apart again and again ...

"I see." Ming Ansheng looked up at Wang Yuexiang.

In response, he got up, touched the little fellow in front of his head, and walked towards the door.

The little boy followed him and turned, "Dad ..."

Running with two short legs, they couldn't keep up with Ming Ansheng's footsteps.

Wang Yuexiang looked at the distressed, greeted him, bent over and hugged the little guy, kissed his face, "Grandma hug."

Ming Ansheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and hurried down the stairs.

"Master Second."

The old maid at home saw him and greeted him.

He nodded, and then asked, "Is the meal ready?"

The old maid immediately understood what he meant by the meal, and nodded: "It's all ready, I'll take it out."

Three small butterflies, a plate of emerald shrimp, a plate of braised pork, and a plate of sweet and sour fish.

Ming Ansheng put the dishes in front of his grandmother's portrait with the same hands.

Then he stared deeply at the statue and reached out and gently stroked it.

If it wasn't for grandma, he wouldn't return.

"Ah!" Ming Ansheng sighed helplessly for a while, "Grandma, Happy New Year."

After turning on the fragrance, he turned and froze a bit, then coldly, raised his foot and walked past Ming Zhongsheng.

Obviously did not drink a few cups, why are you drunk?

If not drunk, why would he come here?

Ming An Sheng leaned his head on the car seat and looked outside the lathe. The luxurious villa was far away. He could feel the festive atmosphere across this distance.

Suddenly, a white car drove past his car, and he saw that the car was slowing slowly.

Probably going to talk.

Who will it be?

The white car stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from the door of Yanjia, and the lights went out.

The door of the driver's seat opened and a man came down.

The man's body slowly straightened, tall and erect, full of youthful vitality.

Like this cold night, a retrograde beam of sunlight.

Ming An Sheng raised his heart tightly, and his hands clenched his fists at the same time.

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