"..."

What kind of exercise did you do when you were young?!

The corner of Mo Nanjue's mouth curled up slightly. He came to the door of his son's room and stretched out his hand to turn the doorknob——

boom!

A spring-loaded boxing glove flew out immediately.

Mo Nanjue quickly raised his hand to block it, and his boxing gloves hit the door panel on the side. Mo Yaochen still held the handle in his little hand, and jumped up when he saw it, "Wow! Dad is so powerful!"

Tong Ran slid off the man's shoulder and looked into the room with a surprised look on her face, "Chenchen, what are you doing?"

"Learn from my idol!" Mo Yaochen raised his little eyebrows, pointing proudly at the wall covered with Captain America characters, "I want to become as powerful as him, so that I can protect my father and mother, and also...

You can go to the bad guys to save Uncle Monster!"

"..."

Tong Ran is depressed, why is his son’s idol Captain America?

She obviously likes Spider-Man...

And he is also wearing a miniature version of Captain America's battle suit. Who bought it for him?!

After hearing this, Mo Nanjue knelt down and touched his son's sweaty nose, "Do you want to blame uncle?"

"I think!" Mo Yaochen nodded, "It's my fault that uncle is not here, no one calls me dwarf, I feel so lonely running around..."

Tong Ran had a slight lump in his throat, "Do you like hearing the weird uncle call you dwarf?"

"I don't like it, but I feel so sad when he stops shouting," Mo Yaochen said with a worried look on his face, "What should I do, mom, am I sick? Haji..."

Mo Nanjue smiled. He suddenly picked up his son and pointed his index finger towards the room, "I don't think he said it on his lips."

"Dad, I understand, it's the same as love, you have to make it happen, right?" Mo Yaochen narrowed his eyes, "I heard you and mom say this, and I remember it all."

"..."

Mo Nanjue carried him into the house, and he came to the stand by the window, with several paper cranes hanging on it, "Can you fold this?"

Mo Yaochen took a look and said, "No way..."

"I'll teach you," Mo Nanjue pulled up the chair and sat down, putting his son on his lap. He rolled his shirt around his elbows and took out a piece of paper from the drawer, "If you want to blame your uncle for coming back, just do it every day."

Fold seven and store them in the jar."

Mo Yaochen sat upright, "Then how many should I break before Uncle Wei comes back?"

Mo Nanjue didn't answer. He held his son's little hand and said, "Are you ready? I will only demonstrate once."

Mo Yaochen was full of confidence. His IQ was definitely enough in one go, "Ready!"

The man's slender fingers began to fold paper. Tong Ran stood behind and looked at his back. She didn't expect that he could fold such things. Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly. They said that men are most attractive when they are serious. It's true.

All correct.

His movements were very flexible. Within a minute, a paper crane was placed in the palm of his hand. The lifelike appearance was very eye-catching. "Have you learned it?"

Mo Yaochen had a sullen face, nodded and started to fold it by himself. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but I just watched the demonstration once, and he actually folded one out.

It's similar to the one the man folded, although it's a little twisted.

Mo Yaochen grinned slightly, turned his head and kissed the man on the face, "Dad, I can do it too!"
Chapter completed!