Chapter 1497 Are We Really Over? (Eight)

He clicked on the big picture and stared at the dumplings made by Su Yue on the far left, with envy in his eyes.

Baby, but I have never eaten the dumplings made by you.

"Dad, am I handsome?"

Suddenly the door opened, and a little boy ran in, shouting as he ran.

The immature voice made it hard to ignore him.

Ming Ancheng looked over, the little guy was wearing a bright red Tang suit, fair skin, big black eyes, very cute.

He ran to Ming Ancheng's side, hugging Ming Ancheng's legs with a pair of stubby arms, "Dad, eat."

The little guy raised his head, staring at Ming Ancheng with clear eyes, there seemed to be a trace of anticipation and flattery in those sparkling pupils.

Ming Ancheng smiled, but didn't speak.

Staring at the little guy's innocent face, his black eyes gradually deepened.

Although he didn't deny the child, he still... still didn't know how to accept it.

The little guy was very enthusiastic every time he saw him, and he didn't respond once.

"An Sheng, it's time to eat."

Wang Yuexiang also came, seeing that little guy hugging Ming Ancheng's leg, that scene made her hesitate before speaking.

She looked at Ming Ancheng deeply, feeling indescribably distressed.

Two serious love affairs, two people who love each other, are separated again and again like this...

"Understood." Ming Ancheng looked up at Wang Yuexiang.

In response, he got up, touched the head of the little guy in front of him, and then walked towards the door.

The little guy followed him and turned around, "Dad..."

The two short legs ran desperately, but they couldn't keep up with Ming Ancheng's footsteps.

Wang Yuexiang looked distressed, went up to meet him, bent down to hug the little guy, and kissed him on the cheek, "Grandma hug."

Ming Ancheng put his hands in the pockets of his trousers and hurried downstairs.

"Second young master."

The old servant at home saw him and greeted him.

He nodded and asked, "Is the food ready?"

The old servant immediately understood what he meant by the food, nodded and said: "It's all ready, I'll go and bring it out."

Three little butterflies, a plate of emerald shrimp, a plate of braised pork, and a plate of sweet and sour fish.

With both hands, Ming Ancheng placed the dishes in front of grandma's portrait one by one.

Then he stared deeply at the portrait, and stretched out his hand to gently caress the portrait.

If it wasn't for grandma, he wouldn't be back.

"Hey!" After a while, Ming Ancheng sighed helplessly, "Grandma, Happy New Year."

After the incense was finished, he turned around, was taken aback for a moment, then turned cold, and walked past Ming Zhongsheng.

You obviously haven't had a few drinks, why are you drunk?

If he wasn't drunk, why would he come here?

Ming Ancheng leaned his head on the car seat and looked out of the lathe. The luxurious villa was in the distance, and he could feel the festive atmosphere from such a distance.

Suddenly, a small white car drove past his car, and he could see that the car was slowly slowing down.

Probably going to Yan's house.

Who will it be?

The white car stopped more than ten meters away from the gate of Yan's house, and the lights went out.

The driver's door opened, and a man got out of it.

The man's body straightened up slowly, tall and straight, full of youthful vigor.

Like a ray of sunshine retrograde on this cold night.

Ming Ancheng's heart tightened, and his hands clenched into fists at the same time.

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