Leilei immediately climbed up his mother's thigh, holding his little hand for his mother to hug him.

Ning Yunxi picked up his son and stuffed his pen into his son's hand: "Okay, you want to write a letter to your second uncle, you can write it yourself."

Leilei thought about it and asked his mother to help him hold the pen. He couldn't write, so he could only help him hold the hand and write.

Seeing that his son was too smart, Meng Chenhao and Ning Yunxi were even speechless.

"Your dad will help you write." Ning Yunxi handed over this difficult task to her husband, and she was going to the balcony to dry clothes.

Meng Chenhao had no choice but to take over her son with both hands.

Leilei looked at his father, and his little face was very nervous.

"A man is small, but his heart is big." Meng Chenhao criticized the greed in his son's heart. He obviously wanted to do everything he could not do.

Leilei's little mouth pouted.

He just wanted to write a letter to his second uncle and had to be exaggerated by his father. The child felt so wronged.

Meng Chenhao held his son's little hand and spread a piece of letter paper on it.

After Leilei was shaking his hand and wrote a few words, he felt something was wrong, so he raised his head and said to his father, "Dad."

"What's wrong?" Meng Chenhao's thoughts were writing, and he didn't care about his son's questioning.

"You didn't ask me." Leilei made his legitimate request seriously.

"What are you asking?" Meng Chenhao did not come to his senses.

"I wrote it for my second uncle." Leilei was almost in a hurry. He didn't even say anything to write, but his father held his hand and wrote it desperately.

Meng Chenhao said to his son: "I know what you want to write."

I miss my second uncle. I can think of what my child thinks with my toes. Time is limited, and I don’t have any extra time to chat with my son, so I finish writing quickly. My son needs time to go to bed.

"Okay, I've written it." Meng Chenhao stopped writing and said to his son, "Do you need dad to read it?"

Is this a letter he wants to write to his second uncle? But there was no question asking him what he wanted to write throughout the whole process. Leilei looked at his father blankly and shouted: "Mom!"

Children always look for mothers, especially when there are problems that cannot be solved, they always look for mothers at the first time.

Hearing his son's yelling, Ning Yunxi wiped his hands and walked back from the balcony, saying, "What are you doing? Didn't your father hold your hand and write?"

Leilei's little mouth pouted into two standard sausages, and his hands threw out the pen in his hand.

"Oh." Meng Chenhao suddenly stared at his son, and he had just thrown things in front of his father?

Leilei's little nose sucked and sobbed.

"Speak well if you have something to do, don't cry." Meng Chenhao warned his son.

Leilei thought: I said everything just now, but my father didn’t listen.

"Dad said it to you. If you think it is not suitable, let's change it. Dad hasn't finished talking yet, you're like this."

When Ning Yunxi heard what her husband said, he understood and pulled her husband's cuffs.

Meng Chenhao was a little anxious. You said that it was at what time at night. You can usually be sluggish, but not tonight. Your wife will go to take the exam tomorrow morning.

When the husband turned around to breathe, Ning Yunxi took his son and touched his son's little head: "Do you understand your father, do you know? It's not that my father understands you. Understanding is a matter between two people and both parties. Your father wants to understand you, and you also have to understand your father."

Leilei's angry little mouth was smoothed by his mother's hands and mother's words.

"Go over and comfort your father." Ning Yunxi pushed his son and said.
Chapter completed!