Qiao Tianchang is more and more dissatisfied with seeing Jomo Mou. Seeing that he has not yet let go of his plans, he is not happy at the moment: "When do you want to hold the kid?"

"This is my mother, I want to hug how to hold it." Jomo snorted, although he said that he was jealous, he did not forget how this person just trained him, is not to say that she would not let her hold? Later, he took the initiative to go to the mother, so he did not die.

Qiao Tianchang glanced at Jomo Mou and reached out to bring you Gu Ning Meng Yao into his arms: "I want to hug myself and find a wife to hug."

Ning Mengyao looked at the scene of the sudden change of the painting style, and it seemed that it was a bit wrong.

"I said that you are doing this two things? Tian Chang is still small, this is yours, you can not be so rude." Ning Mengyao looked at the two men with a slap in the face.

"He is not too small." Qiao Tianchang said with conviction.

"Go to dinner." Ning Mengyao did not want to talk to someone who was jealous of her son. She didn't see what he said when she was holding peas. How come to the baby here is the nose is not the nose, the face is not the face? It’s really weird.

Qiao Tianchang walked behind with Jomo, and deliberately kept a distance from the three people in front.

"If you want to be clear, then don't do anything that makes her sad. Then, next time, Joe Moe, I don't care if you are my son, I will do it for you, you are my baby, but she is me. My life, I am reluctant to hurt a hair, why do you hurt her?" Qiao Tianchang said with a voice that only two people can hear.

Jomo stunned and always knew that Qiao Tianchang was very good to them, but he never said that kind of special words, today's baby, seems to make him feel something changed.

"I will not do it again."

"It is best."

"Oh, yes, in fact, you can also call me a coffin, although I don't really like this name." Jomo Mou suddenly looked at Qiao Tianchang, his expression was very weird.

"Ok?"

"Hey, tell you later, wait until the sugar candy and the peas fall asleep." Jomo said with a relaxed face.

Because he found that it was not so difficult to say everything to them, they were different from the two people, and the two men did not match them.

After the meal, after Ning Mengyao slept with sugar and peas, the three sat opposite each other.

"Yu Niang, in fact, you can call me a coffin."

"amount?"

Jomo grabbed his hair and said something awkwardly: "How to say it is that my business is quite strange. Once my name was Lingbi, but I was killed by my own mother, and then I waited for me to wake up. It became a baby, your child."

Ning Mengyao’s open mouth looked at Jomo Momo: “It’s really the same as I thought, oh, is this a resurrection, or a soul crossing, or a memory reborn?”

"It should be regarded as a rebirth with memory." The first one was thrown away directly, what is the corpse? There is nothing to do with him that he does not understand.

"This way, no wonder your mind is different from ordinary children, but why should your parents kill you?" Ning Mengyao asked strangely, how can parents have their own children?

Then Jomothan told them a very cliché story, that is, his parents killed the most outstanding heir of his spiritual family for the future of his brother, and then the seat of the heir naturally fell to his brother. On the body.

"What kind of parents is this? All these things can be done." Ning Mengyao has a feeling of being in a circle, why he feels guilty.

"Who knows, because I have performed very well since I was a child. When my brother was not born, they also hurt me a lot, but it is all about benefits, but they are afraid of me while hurting me. "Jomo Mou suddenly laughed at himself."

"Afraid of you? Why is this? You have nothing to fear." Ning Mengyao suddenly became stunned. What is his son doing something angry? It will still be feared by people.