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Mrs. Leng seems to have listened to Tang Jinjin's words.

But her eyes kept looking at the faces of the two children.

Is it because I am old, my eyes are blurred, and things overlap a little bit, otherwise, why do I feel that there is really a shadow?

"Chenchen, come and show grandma how old you are this year."

"Back to grandma, I am four years old this year."

"Oh, how can you be more mature than your old man at only four years old? This little face is so sullen. Look at how sweet and obedient Tangtang's smile is."

Mrs. Leng pulled Chen Chen and told him.

Chen Chen looked at the little girl next to him with a cold and handsome face, and pursed his lips.

"Since both daddy and grandma like this, why daddy wants to raise me like him, which is not liked by others."

Leng Yanchi: "..."

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?" Leng Yanchi stood beside Chen Chen, his eyes lightly and coldly swept down.

Photographed by his high-intensity coercion, Chen Chen's little sword eyebrows slightly raised, and he didn't look at his father's eyes.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Maybe it's preconceived, or maybe Mrs. Leng herself likes girls.

I have a special preference for sugar.

But after all, he is also his own grandson, the next generation.

Madam Leng looked at Chen Chen and smiled lovingly: "No, no, how could grandma not love Chen Chen? Grandma has been listening to you telling grandma to stay with grandma when she was still in a coma. Grandma loves you."

When Chen Chen heard this, he felt a little warm in his heart.

"Really? Grandma remembers Chenchen?"

"Well, grandma remembers, you see grandma doesn't remember how old she is now, she still remembers what you said when you were a child, what your birthday dad gave you, what ten difficult Hua Rongdao, what Olympiad financial books, grandma remembers Woolen cloth."

Tang Jinjin was surprised to hear this from the side.

"Ten Ten... hard to understand Hua Rongdao? What is that?"

"It's something with less brains." Chen Chen was still laughing just now, thinking of those brain-burning things he received, his little expression instantly turned cold.

Tang Jinjin looked at Chen Chen, then raised her eyes to Leng Yanchi.

This man was so strict that his own son would not let him go.

So brutal!

Fortunately, Chenchen is so young and can bear it.

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He wouldn't have developed this thing himself, and then made it out to embarrass others, right?

"This... Yan Chi, your son is only four years old and you have been trained by such a devil. It's too much."

"Otherwise, let Leng Che lead the ignorant?"

"Ah, brought by Leng Che? Where's his...mother...mother?"

Madam Leng didn't want to mention this in front of Tang Jinjin.

But, the little old lady just woke up, her thoughts were still a little confused, and she didn't know what happened, so she didn't understand anything without asking.

Tang Jinjin was also curious, isn't Zhao Meiyan here?Didn't he let Zhao Meiyan take care of the child?

"This matter will be discussed later."

Chen Chen pursed his lips when he heard this: "I didn't grow up beside my mother, and I don't need a mother either."

These words were very firm, as if there was a bit of resentment, and it seemed that they were said deliberately to Tang Jinjin.

"This..." Mrs. Leng looked at her twisted grandson, and for a moment she didn't know how to make a conclusion.

"Then you were brought by your uncle?"

"Well, uncle and aunt confinement took me, and daddy was in charge of teaching me to check my study results."

After hearing this, Tangtang silently held her mother's hand.

"This matter seems very responsible, Tangtang doesn't understand."

"Grandma doesn't understand either."

Mrs. Leng echoed Tangtang's meaning.

Not to mention them, even Tang Jinjin, who is in the game, doesn't understand very well.

She quietly looked at Leng Yanchi, trying to see something on his face.

Unfortunately, no.

This man is absolutely watertight, no one knows his thoughts at all, right?

Leng Yanchi raised her eyes slightly, looked into her curious eyes, with a cold expression, Tang Jinjin was immediately taken aback by his eyes.

She pretended not to be cowardly and raised her opinion: "Chen Chen is only a four-year-old child. It's true that you want to cultivate a successor, but you can't overwhelm the growth. He needs childhood at such a young age. Do you want your son to remember when he grows up?" Did you always have this kind of devil training in your childhood?"

That sweet and soft voice pretended to be calm and confident.

In fact, Tang Jinjin was a little timid, after all, he was educating Leng Yanchi.

But as a mother, she really can't see this man training her children in such a devilish way.

Four years old, when Tangtang was playing with Barbie dolls, his son was already being raised as a mini boss.

Horror!
"He is the heir of the Leng family. It will be good for him to adapt to cruelty since he was a child."

"What's the benefit, becoming a money-making machine, or a workaholic with no life?"

Leng Yanchi: "..."

He looked at the woman preaching to him with heavy eyes, showing displeasure.

Tang Jinjin continued to pretend to be calm, and looked up at him with her small face: "Am I wrong? He is just a child, and he should have the right to play as a child."

"Playing is a waste of his time and life."

This time it was Tang Jinjin's turn to be speechless.

What a brain circuit this man is! !

"He's only four years old, and he's been playing for decades. How can it be a waste of life to play for a few years? Isn't life all about enjoying every day happily and fully every day in the way you like?"

"How do you know he doesn't enjoy it anymore? Isn't exercising thinking skills and learning different languages ​​a preparation for living a fulfilling life?"

Leng Yanchi's tone was clear, and his deep voice was full of undeniable domineering.

Looking at his domineering appearance, Tang Jinjin put her hands on her hips angrily.

"You are unreasonable, why do you want to impose your own ideas on children!"

"Chenchen is not an ordinary child, he is perfectly qualified for these special trainings, even though he is only four years old."

Leng Yanchi said this with full assurance and confidence.

From the standpoint of the mother, this man is a lunatic, depriving the child of his childhood in order to prove his point of view.

"He is the real dragon emperor, the emperor's face, and he has reached that position step by step. Now you are trying to encourage him, imposing your ideas on him for your own ideas."

"Be famous as early as possible, I haven't heard the saying."

"He has to be willing to become famous at a young age, right?"

"My Leng Yanchi's son has no choice."

"You are unreasonable!"

Because the two of them are standing, there is a smell of gunpowder when you come and go when you talk.

Mrs. Leng was sitting on a recliner, and the two little guys were looking up at the two of them arguing.

Compared to Tang Jinjin's angry and agitated, Leng Yanchi's attitude was always cold and forceful.

Still and moving, Tang Jinjin didn't gain the upper hand after arguing for a long time.

"Why are you like this? You don't think about children at all!" Tang Jinjin was a little angry, his eyes were fierce, and even his tone was a little angry.

Leng Yanchi nodded slightly, looked at her aggressive eyebrows, and said softly: "If I don't consider him, I don't need to bother to train him."

Tang Jinjin became even angrier after hearing this.

If this child was her, this man was so cruel, she would have to fight him if she couldn't fight him!