That long haired beauty placed a little cherry into Little Qinwen's mouth. Little Qinwen's large, grape like eyes moved around. Oh my it is a cherry…
His small pink lips moved, and he ate the cherry feeling satisfied.
That beautiful woman gave him another piece of apple. Little Qinwen had a look. Hmm… His small, soft, white hand went to scratch his small head. He looked at his own Daddy, in a dilemma.
I don't like to eat apples.
This was telepathy using the heart. He sensed that his son was looking over, Lu Shaoming lifted his gaze up from the newspapers. He glanced lightly at Little Qinwen, and his meaning behind that was — Eat it quickly.
Little Qinwen's face was sullen, and he obediently opened his mouth to eat a piece of apple.
It was probably because it did not taste good, Little Qin Wen ate the piece of apple while apple juice dribbled down from the corners of his lips.
