My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1620 Extra Story 8: Dads' Baby Diary ([-])

Anan: "Fuck..."

Looking at the love letters on the bed, he couldn't help but open one of them. It was all written in a little girl's green handwriting, and every line in the words showed his love and admiration for Han Ling.

Anan raised his eyes: "You brought this back from the parent-teacher meeting yesterday? That's it? What do you want to say? Is puppy love a good thing?"

Zhuo Qiu thought about it a few times, and urged, "Why don't you ask Xiao Ling if there is any girl he likes?"

Anan did not doubt him, and felt that this matter must be clarified.

Over the years, the two of them have devoted themselves to how to raise their children well, so as not to let them grow crookedly.

Children in the rebellious period of youth are the most difficult to manage, and Anan is really afraid that Xiao Ling's willfulness will bring disaster to other girls.

So he nodded in agreement.

After Xiaoling came back from school, Anan asked insincerely, "Did you encounter anything at school that made you... make you blush and heartbeat?"

Xiao Ling sat on the sofa and ate potato chips, and said calmly, "Of course."

Anan and Zhuo Qiu paused in their hearts, and they looked at each other.

Could it be that they really fell in love early?
Unexpectedly, the other party said in the next second: "When I play basketball, I will blush and my heart beats faster than usual."

Anan: "..."

Zhuo Qiu: "..."

Xiao Ling: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Anan suddenly didn't have that much patience with this kid. He was originally afraid of stimulating the other's sensitive parts, but now he said straightforwardly: "Boy, are you in love?"

Xiao Ling was startled, and finally realized what the two fathers wanted to say.

She smiled slyly: "I'm so handsome, of course we talked about it."

Anan: "!!!"

Zhuo Qiu: "???"

"With whom? Which class? Is it the little girl in your class?" Anan asked repeatedly, and the alarm bell suddenly sounded in his heart.

I was still thinking about how to persuade my son to break up if he really fell in love early. What should I do if Xiaoling refuses or behaves very extreme?
In the next second, the kid continued: "I am in a relationship with my beloved Miss Potato Chips. I love her to death. I have to eat her every day."

As he said that, Xiao Ling took out a piece of potato chips and threw it into the air, tilted his head, and caught it in his mouth.

The two watched him chew the potato chips into his mouth bit by bit, and sighed in enjoyment.

Anan almost couldn't hold back to beat the kid up.

Zhuo Qiu also couldn't laugh or cry.

Knowing that Xiao Ling is such a pee, he thinks their worry is unnecessary.

This kind of guy who doesn't like anyone except potato chips, how about Zhu Gusheng?
Later, Zhuo Qiu and Anan never struggled with the question of whether their son would fall in love early. Any child could fall in love early, but this little ancestor of their family couldn't.

Anan attended the second parents' meeting.

He experienced the same questioning as Zhuo Qiu last time.

"Brother Ling, why didn't your father come today? Is this your uncle or brother?" It was still the front desk asking.

This time, before Xiao Ling could speak, Anan frowned and said, "I am his father!"

The students at the front desk were particularly surprised and seemed to be doubting the authenticity.

Because Brother Ling doesn't look like this one at all, so who is Brother Ling's father?

Xiaoling nodded and said, "Yes, he is also my father."

The front desk reacted: "Godfather, right! I understand!"

Anan said in his heart: You know what a fart!
But I don't want to refute with a child.

After the parents' meeting, his face was a little smelly, but when he finally met Xiao Ling's head teacher, his expression softened a little.

Just when he was about to ask about Xiao Ling's situation, the head teacher said: "I heard that you are the godfather of classmate Han Ling? It's a pleasure to meet you, your godson is very good."

Anan: "???" Gan Linniang.

(End of this chapter)