puff!

Why does this sound so strange?!

Tong Ran laughed out loud, she stood up with her son in her arms, Chen Chen rubbed his eyes and turned his head, "Hey, Daddy, are you swollen, don't you speak?"

Mo Nanjue raised his head, and his jazz hat and mask almost covered his entire face, revealing only a pair of black eyes. His eyes fell on Chenchen's face, and his hands hanging beside him could not stop trembling a few times.

Tong Ran looked at the crushed feelings in the man's eyes and felt extremely uncomfortable, but Chenchen was still young at this time, so she couldn't explain so much to him, and she couldn't tell him that this is your father, and the one he used to was fake.

He was only four years old. If he said this, Tong Ran could not know what the four-year-old child would think, nor could he be sure whether Chenchen could accept it. If...

Seeing that both of them were not talking, Chenchen couldn't help but frown, "Dad, Mom, are you swollen?"

Tong Ran lowered his eyes and hugged his son's arm tightened, "Chenchen, Daddy feels uncomfortable today. He can't take off his mask or speak. Don't force Daddy, okay?"

Mo Yaochen raised his head and looked at the man standing at the stairs. He always felt that he was not much like Daddy, but when his mother wanted to listen, he couldn't think so much. He opened his eyes wide and said for a long time: "Dadly, your mask is so ugly."

“…”

Mo Nanjue stood still, Tong Ran bent down and put his son down, whispered in his ear, "Chenchen, Daddy is in a bad mood today and can't speak. You go and make Daddy happy and tell him a story, okay?"

"Okay!" Chen Chen nodded, and he held his finger and asked innocently, "Mom, can you tell the story of good and evil that will be rewarded in the end last time?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched, his son really could tear his position.

Tong Ran was stunned for a moment, Chenchen took her hand and ran to Mo Nanjue. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hands, "Dad, hug!"

Mo Nanjue's throat choked slightly. He stood still without moving, his hands were still trembling slightly. Tong Ran's eyes thorned, and she reached out and pushed him down, "Chenchen is calling you."

"Dadly!"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, he bent down, held his son's small waist with both hands and picked him up. It was obviously not heavy, but he hugged him very carefully. Chenchen habitually put his neck on his neck, and touched his mask with his little hand, "Dad, does it hurt?"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth curled up lightly, and a kind of warmth spread from the bottom of his heart. It was a bloody family affection that could not be dissolved. He could not speak, but just shook his head.

"Don't it hurt?" Chen Chen suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the side through the mask, "Dad, Chen Chen loves you."

Mo Nanjue reached out to hug him tightly, feeling so excited that it was hard to describe. Tong Ran stood beside him with his head down, but his heart was bitter. She knew very well that Chen Chen's daddy was calling Mo Beiyan.

"Huh," the child was curious. Chenchen reached out and wanted to take off the man's jazz hat. "Dad, is your hair swollen and turned black?"

Tong Ran's heart skipped a beat and hurried over and held his hand, "Chenchen, will you take you to take a shower?"

"Okay," Chenchen nodded, still holding his hand around the man's neck, "Don't Daddy wash? Chenchen wants Daddy to wash."

"Dadie is sick today and can't wash it," Tong Ran reached out and carried him over, "Obe obedient."
Chapter completed!