Chen Chen paused while he was drinking water and looked straight at Yan Mo who came out of Mu Qianchen's room and had obviously just woken up. Is this the rhythm of mommy and daddy?

?

Oh my god, that's great, he's going to have a little sister.

Chenchen's mind jumped again.

"Why are you still here?!" Mu Qianchen almost fell off the sofa when she saw Yan Mo. Who can tell her what happened? Why is he still here? Wasn't he gone long ago? Could it be

He stayed in her room all afternoon?!

"Did I say I was leaving?" Yan Mo stretched lazily and asked confidently, "Huh, it's not easy to get a chance to enter Mu Qianchen's boudoir and sleep in Mu Qianchen's bed. If you don't sleep, you won't sleep in vain."

, sleep in vain.

Mu Qianchen, "..." Damn, whose family is this?

It’s not easy to be shameless and twisted to the level of Yan Mo.

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with your face? Are you sick?" Chen Chen discovered a small red pimple on Yan Mo's face. Although he applied medicine and got better in the afternoon, it still looked obvious.

Yan Mo didn't answer. He walked to the living room, in front of Chen Chen, and stared at Chen Chen for a long time. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that Chen Chen looked a lot like him.

Is Chenchen really his son?

This thought made Yan Mo feel that the world had been turned upside down. He thought that he must have been deceived by Jin Tianyang and that Chen Chen could not be his son.

But looking at it now, they look really similar, 60-70% similar.

Can two people who are not related by blood look so similar?

But it's good to have such a son. If Mu Qianchen becomes his woman, he won't mind treating Chenchen as his son.

Chenchen is a very smart and sensible child, and he likes it very much.

"Mr. Yan, do you think I look a lot like you?" Chenchen's delicate little face raised a bright smile, and her little fox eyes were cunning and cute.

Yan Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "They are indeed very similar, especially the eyes. I even doubted that you are my son."

"Maybe I really am your son, Mr. Yan." Chen Chen raised a foxy eye, "Look, do we look more alike?"

Mu Qianchen's heart trembled and her movements when drinking tea trembled. Could it be that Yan Mo discovered that Chen Chen was his son?

Then he winked hard at Chen Chen. You'd better shut up at this time.

Yan Mo glanced at Mu Qianchen and found that her movements were stiff and unnatural for a moment, and a glimmer of light flashed across her sharp eyes.

"Qianchen, do you think we look alike?" Yan Mo came close to Chen Chen and stood behind him. The two delicate and enchanting faces looked like parent-child outfits, one size large and one size small. They were very similar.

More than seventy percent.

"Qianchen, do you think it's possible that we are father and son?"

Yan Mo asked again, the corner of his mouth curled up in an evil way, looking at Mu Qianchen with a half-smile, waiting for Mu Qianchen's answer.

Mu Qianchen felt that Yan Mo's dark eyes were as deep as a lie detector. As long as she lied, he would find out. She hurriedly turned her head and said like a cat, "Mr. Yan, you can eat whatever you want, but my son doesn't want it."

Random recognition. If you want a son, I think there will be many women willing to give birth to you, so don’t covet my son."

"Why do I think you have a guilty conscience?" Yan Mo was keenly aware of Mu Qianchen's avoidance of the question.

Mu Qianchen put on his signature elegant smile and said, "Mr. Yan, you can leave. You have been at my house all afternoon."

"No, I'm hungry. I want to eat here." Yan Mo sat down on the sofa, not afraid of dog hair anymore. Just like Mu Qianchen said, he was already allergic anyway, and it doesn't matter if he gets allergic once.

It just so happens that he has a reason to stay here and not leave.

Mu Qianchen, "..."

"Mr. Yan, what's wrong with your face?" Chen Chen asked again with concern.

"Someone knows that he is allergic to dog hair, but he still walks the dog without knowing it." Mu Qianchen said coolly.

I thought coldly in my heart that his situation can be described in three words - he deserves it! He deserves it!

Chen Chen frowned, touched the small red pimple on Yan Mo's face with his soft hands, and asked distressedly, "Mr. Yan, have you applied any ointment?"

Being touched by Chen Chen's little hand, Yan Mo's heart warmed up, and she felt more and more that it was really good to have a son like Chen Chen.

"The medicine has been applied."

Yan Mo's hands pinched Chen Chen's pink and white face, and it felt soft. His cold eyes were filled with warmth, and his tone of voice was also very soft.

"Mr. Yan, what do you like to eat? I'll buy food and cook. But you are allergic now and you shouldn't eat spicy and greasy food." Chenchen said professionally.

"What? You cook?!" Yan Mo said in surprise, looking at Mu Qianchen with naked contempt, "Is it Chen Chen who usually cooks? Not you?"

Mu Qianchen said with a guilty conscience, "Yes, my son is filial. I have to give him a chance to be filial, right?"

I hope Yan Mo will forget this conversation one day when he finds out that Chen Chen is his son.

"Mr. Yan, I have to do this myself. I want to raise mommy as my daughter." Chenchen said proudly, "My cooking skills are much better than mommy."

Mu Qianchen is proud and proud, my son is so considerate.

An hour later.

"Mr. Yan, mommy has eaten." Chen Chen came out of the kitchen holding the last plate of food.

Chen Chen cooked this meal very richly, like a good filial son, including sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, boiled beef, stir-fried lotus root slices, garlic broccoli, and a shrimp and tofu soup.

Mu Qianchen looked at Chenchen resentfully, "Son, you are too partial."

Yan Mo was almost stunned when he saw a table of food, and asked, "How old were you when you started cooking?" At the same time, he glared at Mu Qianchen fiercely, as if he was looking at Snow White's vicious eyes.

stepmother.

Chenchen smiled and said, "Four and a half years old."

After Chen Chen finished speaking, Yan Mo glanced at Mu Qianchen with his sharp eyes, "Mu Qianchen, how did you become my mother?"

Mu Qianchen's eyes turned sideways, "Humph, get out of here if you don't want to eat."

Yan Mo had no consciousness of being a guest, "Mu Qianchen, you are not too stupid to learn how to cook, so you let Chen Chen cook, right?"

"No, Mommy's cooking is also delicious. It's just that Mommy was very busy at that time. She was busy with graduation matters and had to find time to work. I thought Mommy was working too hard, so I took the initiative to help Mommy share the burden." Chenchen

explain.

"Good boy, it's better, son. Come, son, eat fish." Mu Qianchen smiled and gave Chen Chen a piece of steamed fish.

Yan Mo stretched out the bowl and said, "I want it too."

Mu Qianchen rolled her eyes gracefully and said, "Cut it yourself."

You eat and drink here for free, you get paid when you ask for leave, and you don't do anything to serve you.

"Mr. Yan, let's eat spare ribs. Spare ribs are my specialty." Chen Chen put the most beautiful piece of spare ribs with the most delicious meat into Yan Mo's bowl.

So, Mr. Yan was satisfied and consummated. He was eating very proudly and had to use his mouth in a double way. "Mu Qianchen, you are really not as cute as Chen Chen."

Mu Qianchen looked at Chenchen resentfully, "Son, if you have me, you will forget about me."
Chapter completed!