A loud bang, accompanied by dazzling fireworks, banners like colorful flags spread out in the air!

Mo Yaochen raised his eyes along the angle of the mobile phone video, and saw four domineering words written on the banner at a glance—

【Come on, son!】

Very simple words, without any extra verbal modification, but Mo Yaochen felt a soreness in the tip of his nose...

He was shocked. Mo Yaochen never thought that Dajue's father and mother would write this for him.

These four words are better than thousands of words.

His heart was warm and it was false to say that he was not moved.

Tong Ran smiled and turned around and said in a warm voice, "Chenchen, those four words were written by your father. My words were written too ugly...Well, I wrote the name below, you may not be able to see clearly if it is too far away."

Mo Yaochen stared at the banner floating in the air, and he smiled, "Mom..."

Tong Ran put on the fair face of the news anchor, proving that she was just reposting, "Your dad said, if you say thank you, he will peel you off."

Mo Yaochen, “…”

I'll go.

He should watch it silently...

Tong Ran said, "Chenchen, don't be angry with yourself no matter what happens, and don't hurt the person you love easily. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you are tired outside, go home. Your dad and I never ask for anything. Those are not important. We just hope you are happy."

Mo Yaochen listened carefully, and he nodded, "Mom, I know."

Tong Ran knew that he knew everything, and he stopped. When the children grew up, they all had their own lives. As parents, they would not interfere too much with restraint. That was their life.

After a pause, Tong Ran suddenly said, "Also, I haven't gained weight, maybe it's an angle problem. I've lost several pounds recently. Do you really think I've gained weight? Let's take a look from a different angle..."

Mo Yaochen, “…”

I said to Xiao Ran’s mother, this topic has changed too quickly, right?

I really don't give him any touching time...

Mo Yaochen is messy in the wind.

Mo Nanjue rode a sweaty and bloody horse and ran around. When he came back, he raised his whip and hit the grass with a bang, which aroused a horse's sound.

"Tong Ran! Are you waiting for me to catch you?!"

"Here!" Tong Ran looked at the camera, "Chenchen, I'll go ride a horse with your dad, otherwise he will beat me up."

Mo Yaochen spread his hands, "Dad is not willing to beat you up, he is just a paper tiger..."

“Recording.”

Mo Yaochen, “…”

Tong Rank tied his hair, and another sweat-blooded horse suddenly ran out from the other side-

On the horse's back, the boy in white held the reins with one hand and clamped his slender legs with force!

"hiss--"

The sweat-blooded BMW rang like a whirlwind!

Mo Nanjue's narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. When he saw the horse's face suddenly sank, he roared, "Mo Yaoting! Who allowed you to ride a horse alone?!"

The boy turned around. He was only in his teens, but he was not afraid of galloping like this. He looked at Tong Ran with a cold and handsome face, "Mom, I'll take you?"

Mo Nanjue roared in flames with his eyes, "Do you think you are driving a BMW?! Come back for me!"

The boy looked at him, and he rode faster...

"You're itchy, right?" Mo Nanjue raised his horse whip and quickly chased after him, "Mo Yaoting! When I catch you, see how I beat you!"
Chapter completed!