Seeing that his son was so happy, Rong Heng turned around and was about to go out with his son in his arms. However, just as he turned around, he turned back and looked at Lu Yuan: "Aren't you going?"

Lu Yuan said: "You go ahead, I'll talk to Qianxing."

Rong Heng frowned slightly and said, "What do you two have to talk about? You promised your son to play football with him earlier, but now that he's grown up, you start to keep your words?"

Lu Yuan couldn't laugh or cry at all. He stood up and walked over to Qian to push him out, "You go first, okay? I'll come back later, okay?"

How could Rong Heng's posture be pushed as she said? The two exchanged glances for several times, but Rong Heng still didn't move and just said: "Then you can ask your son, is it okay?"

"Mom plays football, mom plays football!" As soon as Rong Heng finished speaking, Rong Xiaobao immediately jumped from his father's arms into his mother's arms.

Qianxing sat nearby, watching this scene, and couldn't help but hum slightly.

She didn't see how a two-year-old child who couldn't even walk steadily could play football, but she could see that she was really redundant here.

Rong Heng glanced at her and said, "What are you humming?"

"Aren't you just telling me these words to imply that I am redundant?" Qianxing said, "If you want me to leave, can't you just say no?"

Rong Heng immediately said: "Then you still won't leave?"

Qianxing smiled and stood up, but the next moment he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "I won't leave, what can you do to me? I'm going to pester your wife today, why don't you hit me?"

As Qianxing said this, he stepped forward and put his arm around Lu Yuan, ready to fight him to the end.

As a result, Qianxing finally followed the two of them and their family of three to the stadium, sat on the edge of the stadium and watched two men playing football with two little boys.

Originally she also felt that she was quite redundant, but now she had to hold on with just one breath!

Tongcheng also sees less blue sky and white clouds in winter, but today they are all gone. The two little guys don't know what football is, they just chase the ball and run wildly on the court, screaming with excitement.

After a while, the two little guys were sweating profusely and were carried by their father to their mother to wipe away the sweat.

Rong Juan didn't dare to make any mistakes and asked Qiao Weiwei to wipe Rong Dabao's sweat before leading his son back to the court.

Rong Heng stood nearby and saw Lu Yuan wiping his son's sweat and sending his son back to the stadium to find his uncle and brother. Then he sat down and stretched his head in front of Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan: "..."

Qianxing: "..."

Qiao Weiwei: "Pfft——"

Finally, Lu Yuan reluctantly took out another wet wipe and personally wiped the meager sweat on Er Shao Rong's forehead.

"Okay." Lu Yuan said.

Rong Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why is it fine?"

Lu Yan looked at his forehead: "No more sweat."

"You know how to wipe my son, but you don't know how to wipe it for me?"

Qianxing suddenly remembered that just now Lu Yuan wiped Rong Xiaobao's forehead first, then seemed to pull up his clothes and wiped his back?

Qianxing reacted, and so did Lu Yuan. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed Rong Heng, gave him a wet wipe, "Wipe it yourself!"

"I can't reach it, why don't you wipe it for me?" Rong Heng said shamelessly.
Chapter completed!