Long Ting was only one year old when Mu Qing picked him up, he couldn’t walk well, and could only call him mother.
He is still less than three years old now, but he is still a child after being trained to be a ghost by the side of the genius doctor.
He likes people who smell like moms.
The little guy asked his master, Mu Mama is his mother, why did he call Mu Mama instead of Mama? Everyone has a mother, where is his real mother?
Long Ting is very smart, otherwise Cheng Lingling would not have taken a fancy to him and accepted him as his apprentice, and wanted to pass on all his abilities to Long Ting.
He knew that he was different from his younger siblings after the adults taught him to change his name to Mu Qing as Mu’s mother.
The master was also honest and told him directly that Mama Mu was not his real mother.
He even told him that they didn’t know who his biological mother was, and that his life experience required him to find out by himself when he grew up.
Haitong’s heart melted.
She always liked children.
Yang Yang was brought up by her.
She smiled and said, “Aunt Tong also likes Long Ting very much.”
“Auntie.”
Yang Yang saw it as sour.
I feel that my aunt was snatched away by Long Ting.
He couldn’t help but also sneaked into his aunt’s arms, as if he was jealous of Long Ting.
Hai Tong smiled and hugged his nephew, then let go of the two little ones, followed him up, held one by the hand, and said, “We’ve played outside for a long time, let’s go back inside.”
Zhan Yin holds Yang Yang’s other hand.
The couple have two children, like a family of four.
Back in the main house of the center, Hai Tong told Mu Qing that Long Ting fell down.
Mu Qing hurriedly pulled her adopted son over, she wanted to check it out in public, but she remembered something, so she didn’t lift Long Ting’s clothes, she just held Long Ting’s shoulders and asked him with concern: “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts, but when Aunt Tong hugs her, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
The little guy replied, after thinking about it, he added another sentence: “Mom, Aunt Tong has the same mother smell as you, I like Aunt Tong very much.”
Mu Qing smiled, “You like every one you see.”
Her two mothers, Yang Xi, Su Su and others, Long Ting would say that they love her very much.
In fact, if he sincerely treats Long Ting well, Long Ting will like it very much. Although he is still young, his heart is like a mirror, he knows who is sincere to him.
But he didn’t say it.
The master said that there are some things, it is good to know it in the heart, and there is no need to say it.
Long Ting was a little embarrassed by his mother’s laughter, but he still had the cheek to put his arms around Mu Qing’s neck, coquettishly in her arms, and said sweetly: “I still like Mother Mu the most.”
Before Mu Qing could speak, Long Ting immediately rolled out of Mu Qing’s arms when he heard the servant’s aunt calling respectfully the young master.