Two cute babies: Mr. Si loves his wife too much

There was a very happy smile on Ling Youting's face, and his tone of voice seemed a bit playful. Compared with usual, Ling Youting was extraordinarily enthusiastic at this time, as if he hadn't seen Si Mohan for more than ten years.

At this moment, Si Mohan raised his head slightly, retreated from the dreamy story in the book, and then looked at Ling Youting with a smile, his deep eyes were unusually bright.

"Your story is written all over your face, is there anything you want to say to me?" Si Mohan made a joke once in a while, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood today.

Ling Youting was taken aback, his cheeks turned slightly red, and he felt a little hot.

So he touched his face subconsciously, and asked in surprise: "Does it seem obvious? My story is all on my face?"

Si Mohan smiled, but didn't make a sound.

But Qi Feng immediately interjected: "Your complexion is so bad, the under eyes are blue, and the eyelids are swollen, you can see that you have either cried or didn't sleep well, do you think your story is also written on your face? "

After saying this, Qi Feng also gave Ling Youting a mirror in a serious manner, wishing he could show it to him himself.

At this time, Ling Youting suddenly realized, and observed carefully in the mirror.

Sure enough, as Qi Feng said, there was a touch of sadness between his brows, and his face was haggard and tired.

"Every time you come to me, you are careful. Today you are so enthusiastic. Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"

Si Mohan took a sip of tea lightly and said with a smile.

Looking at Si Mohan's elegant and calm appearance, Ling Youting finally took off his disguise, and sat down on the sofa, not at all polite.

"This tea is still for you to drink. It is fragrant and elegant. It has no competition with the world and no desires. I can't drink this taste, alas." After a long time, Ling Youting sighed slowly and opened his mouth.

Qi Feng couldn't stand it at this time, and teased sourly: "I said, You Ting, you have been studying for a few days, but you have a lot of ink on your face. This is really a model. If I didn't know you, I would I thought you were a professor at some university!"

Ling Youting was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly: "Brother Qi, look at my miserable appearance, so don't laugh at me."

As soon as this remark came out, even Si Mohan couldn't help laughing.

"Is it because of the two girls?" Si Mohan didn't look up, put down the book gently, and spoke to himself.

"How do you know!" Ling Youting exclaimed subconsciously, with a look of disbelief on his face, he didn't understand that Si Mohan seemed to know everything even though he was not at school often, it could be described as miraculous.

"It's not because of me. You don't know that the young master cares about you most of the time. I'm afraid that you will be wronged at school, so I will ask friends at school every now and then to find out what major events have happened in school recently. Okay. Report to the young master."

Blinking their eyes in unison, they interjected to talk about these things as if asking for credit, while Si Mohan smiled silently, expressing his acquiescence.

Hearing this, Ling Youting's heart felt warm, and he could feel Si Mohan's concern for him and his kindness all the time.

But as a friend, Ling Youting can give Si Mohan very little care, and the help he can give is very limited. At this moment, Ling Youting's face turned red again, with a look of shame on his face.

Unexpectedly, Si Mohan said abruptly, "Don't think too much, take your time."