“…”

Luo Xiao quietly brought the door up.

Mo Nanjue looked at his figure out, his mouth slightly raised, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

He feels comfortable if he doesn't feel happy.

Mo Nanjue lowered the glass in his hand, and cut the lemon inside into pieces evenly, obviously serious. The man glanced lightly and withdrew his gaze and began to concentrate on the work at hand.

Luo Xiao walked downstairs through the exquisitely decorated corridor. The door at the edge of the stairs was suddenly unbuttoned by a few clicks, and a small figure emerged from the inside.

Luo Xiao was stunned.

Mo Yaochen wore a red baseball cap on his head, and he tiptoed towards the stairs...

Suddenly I found someone next to me!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mo Yaochen was startled and flashed to the side. Luo Xiao was about to make a sound when he saw him stretching out a little finger to his lips, "Shh! Shhh!"

“…”

Shouldn't you be able to raise your index finger?

Luo Xiao looked at his movements in surprise. Seeing that he was very conscious and did not speak, Mo Yaochen hurriedly reached out and pulled him to the side, "Did you also sneak out after taking a nap?"

It turned out that I had sneaked out after I was asleep.

Luo Xiao squatted down with a smile, and he reached out and rubbed his head gently, "Chenchen, where is your mother?"

Mo Yaochen glanced at him, "Do you know me?"

"Did you forget?" Luo Xiao looked at him, "Last time I came to your house for dinner, and you even brought me chicken soup."

"Ah!" Mo Yaochen clapped his hands, "I remember, you are Uncle Tang in Socks!"

Luo Xiao frowned, "Sock...sock?"

I said it was missed again...

"Yes, I used socks to make it for you to drink last time," Mo Yaochen glanced at him carefully, and suddenly took a few steps back, "I'm sorry uncle, my parents criticized me when they found out. I'll apologize to you now."

If you apologize first, he can't blame him!

“…”

turn out to be……

Luo Xiao opened his mouth and suddenly felt speechless.

Mo Nanjue's children are different from those of other people's families.

Mo Yaochen turned around and wanted to walk downstairs, Luo Xiao followed him, "Don't you take a nap?"

"I coaxed my mother to sleep and prepared to go to the yard to play with mud," Mo Yaochen looked around, "I can't be discovered anymore. They don't agree with me playing with mud."

Strange hobbies...

Luo Xiao looked at his small figure, and his delicate side face was exactly the same as Mo Nanjue, "Will uncle play with you?"

Mo Yaochen nodded, "Uncle, I actually look like a white mudba when I'm rushing my feet."

"……Yeah?"

At this time, the sun was just right. Except for the man in black who was guarding the gate, the rest were also temporarily resting. Luo Xiao followed Mo Yaochen to the back of the garden, "Let's play here?"

"Yes, the mud here is soft and soft, just like the one who touched my mother..." Mo Yaochen hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, "Hehe, you understand."

What do you know?

Luo Xiao didn't understand at all. He sat down on the chair beside him. Mo Yaochen walked to the side of the soil and squatted down. After only a few white and tender little hands grabbed it, it became dark and dark. He began to pinch the clay man, "Uncle, are you and dad friends?"

friend……

Do you count it?

Luo Xiao thought for a while and nodded, "Yes."

Mo Yaochen nodded in a vague way, and the clay man in his hand was quite decent, "Then what is your relationship with your mother?"

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Chapter completed!