Jane Huan's temples jumped suddenly and stared at the innocent child. She didn't know what he was going to say.

When the old man heard this, he narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. The depth of field is really a little like Xiaoyan's child!

"As soon as you say it, it's really..." the old man liked the child more and more. Suddenly, he was interested and took out a small cloth bag from under the pillow. "Grandma, here's a picture of your uncle Yan when he was 20 years old."

The photo taken by grandma Jian Huan recognized at a glance that it was a "family photo" taken together when they returned to Liyang that year.

"Come and see if it looks like?"

Huo nianyan took the photo, looked at him with a cold face, bowed his head and pretended to look at the boy in the photo seriously, then ignored his father's warning eyes and said with a smile: "it's not very like!"

"Your uncle Yan is twenty-eight this year. Of course his appearance will change." when he recalled the past, the old man's face was full of smiles.

Huo nianyan scratched his hair. "I thought uncle Yan was thirty-four. Maybe he worked too hard, ha ha."

Jianhuan felt that Huo nianyan had something to say. Every sentence seemed to remind grandma that Huo moting was not the truth of Yan Jingshen.

"Huanhuan, I want to go to the bathroom. Give me a hand."

When Jane Huan helped her grandmother into the bathroom, Huo nianyan's back collar was picked up.

Huo Mo Ting, with a black face, carried him out of the ward like a chicken. "Meat balls" followed him out for fear of falling.

……

After closing the door of the sick room and taking a long way, Huo Mo Ting let go of his son.

Huo nianyan stared at him angrily with a small face.

Huo Mo Ting frowned: "what are you staring at? Is this your attitude towards your father?"

"Then why are you in grandma Jane's ward?" Huo nianyan looked at Huo moting with hostility.

"If you play truant again, Huo nianyan, I'll send you back to Las Vegas." with that, Huo moting went back.

Huo nianyan was unconvinced and trotted closely behind: "why do you pretend to be Xiao Jian's husband?"

Huo moting didn't answer him and let himself go.

"Are you bullying Jane again while I'm not here?"

Huo Mo Ting stopped and glanced at him obliquely: "she asked me."

Huo nianyan was furious: "you lied. You're old. Even if you want to find someone to pretend, she should find me!"

"Looking for you?" Huo Mo Ting's cool and thin eyes swept from Huo nianyan's head to the bottom of his feet.

Huo nianyan absolutely believed that Huo Mo Ting's squint was full of contempt for himself. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes again, his mouth closed tightly and looked at Huo Mo Ting tightly: "Dad, do you like Xiao Jian too?"

Huo moting looked back at his son's persistent eyes. After a long time, Huo nianyan thought he wouldn't answer and planned to accuse the bad father again. Huo moting said faintly: "isn't this what you want?"

Huo nianyan frowned. "Of course, I hope you like Jane. You are my father and she is the woman I like. If you don't get your blessing, with Jane's kind nature, you won't promise me."

Then he looked at Huo Mo Ting suddenly: "Dad, have you really accepted Xiao Jane?"

Huo Mo Ting glanced at him faintly and walked straight back to the ward.

Huo nianyan was in a good mood unconsciously, and then caught up, "Dad, you must help little Jane this time, you know?"

……

When the Huo family and their son returned to the ward, Jian Huan obviously noticed that there was a lot of harmony between them.

Listening to Huo nianyan, he smiled and said that uncle Yan took him to buy Coke. Jian Huan couldn't help glancing at Huo moting.

I don't know what method he used to make the children cooperate with him in acting like this.

Before long, a secretary came to the ward to take Huo nianyan to school.

But soon the little guy folded back, carrying a big schoolbag, lying on the door and shouted "Dad" to Huo Mo ting.

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