The 99th Divorce

"I don't want to go, I want to sleep." Li Jianyue cried, holding Li Mosen's arm, his face grieved.

Li Sicheng and Su Qianci's husband and wife have already gone away. Yu Chulin and Li Jianqian have always regarded them as too slow. They have long gone to do not know where to go.

Behind this time, only Li Mosen and Li Jianyue were left.

This picture is not just the first time it appears, but every time, Li Mosen has a strange sense of happiness.

Especially when the little girl spoiled him, that kind of satisfaction in her heart could not be replaced by anything.

Under the street lamp, the girl's white and tender face was all tired.

Li Mosen looked at her, then at the people in front of him, pursed his lips and said, "Do you want to be like Mo Yun?"

Li Jianyue groaned, holding Li Mosen's arm, and finally stood up to stand on the ground, but he still paralyzed himself on him, stumbled and said: "I know, I won't eat, so much, all, blame you, throw things The cooking is so delicious, and the sauce is so delicious. It hurts me. If I'm not careful, I will eat it.

Li Mosen couldn't help crying, "You blame me?"

"Just blame you, blame you!"

Li Mosen had no choice but to look down at her with pampering eyes, "So are you like this, next time I have to work hard to stare at you, I can never let you eat too much."

"Well," Li Jianyue pursed her lips quietly, her mouth mumbled: "Just whatever you want."

He said the same thing last time, but this time it wasn't too much to cook for her.

big liar.

However, Li Jianyue felt that he was kind, and he must not undermine his rhetoric at this time.

Otherwise, next time he should not cook.

Li Jianyue thought that the abacus was a thief. In fact, Li Mosen had long noticed that her eyes were dangling. That look, Li Mosen's smile in his eyes continued to deepen.

It's actually good to continue like this.

After finally getting in the car and going home, Li Jianyue was no longer able to support her all the way back, and then Le Zizi went back to her room.

While Li Mosen was about to follow upstairs, he suddenly heard Su Qianci's cry: "Mo Sen."

Li Mosen stepped in and looked at Su Qianci, shouting: "Mom."

Su Qianci stood at the door of the corridor and said, "Come to your father's study."

Li Mosen's heart was inexplicably nervous.

From small to large, Li Sicheng was a bit harsh on him.

This kind of sternness is different from his sternness against Li Jianqian and Li Jianyue. Although he is aggressive and scolding his children, even when he is disobedient, he will also fight.

But he never concealed spoiling and tolerance to them. To them, he always had a little more patience.

For him, there was always a gap.

Li Mosen knew everything, so after all these years, he made his position very clear.

He is not close to Li Sicheng. Naturally, Li Sicheng rarely asks him to go to the library or the like.

Hearing Su Qianci's words at this time, Li Mosen's heartbeat could not help but a little faster.

But there was no change on the face, Li Mosen nodded, followed Su Qianci into Li Sicheng's study.

After Su Qianci let him walk in, he closed the door himself.

And Li Sicheng is sitting at the desk in the study, arranging the paintings that Su Qianci painted only two days ago.

Li Mosen looked at the man and shouted, "Dad."