But since she left, no matter what kind of chef he looks for, he can never make it taste like hers!

Jun Ningze is a polite and friendly child. During dinner, he saw his father using a "sad" expression - of course, sad was his own definition. He was eating those dishes.

At that time, he secretly said that if Jun Sutian didn't like to eat Yang Mo's cooking, he could use his pocket money to buy food for Jun Sutian.i^

Jun Sutian was silent for a moment and asked, "How much is your pocket money?"

"Five dollars." Jun Ningze pointed out five fingers.

"Every day?" Apparently, Major General Jun overestimated Comrade Yang Mo's financial ability and Jun Ningze's spending power. Then when he learned that it was every week, Jun Sutian began to recall his first grade of elementary school.

How much pocket money was it at that time? Then I realized that I really couldn’t remember it.

But what is certain is that when Jun Sutian was a child, he must have had much more money than Jun Ningze.

Therefore, for his son who only had 5 yuan pocket money per week but still wanted to treat him to dinner, Jun Sutian felt a little unfamiliar and touched his little head to express his relief.

After dinner, Yang Mo cleared the dishes, and Jun Ningze took Jun Sutian to sit on the sofa together to watch cartoons. From time to time, he and Jun Sutian would listen to the plot of the cartoon and the sounds of children's words,

Filled the entire living room.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, it was time for Jun Ningze to go to bed. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, the little guy put on his pajamas and asked Yang Mo, "Will dad be there tomorrow?" Jun Ningze was a little worried in case he fell asleep.

What should I do when I wake up and my father is gone again?

Yang Mo didn't dare to look at his son's innocent eyes, so he softly replied, "He's here." Then he kissed his son's pink cheek and said, "Good boy, go to bed quickly."

Jun Ningze nodded, but did not move even half a step towards the bedroom.i^

Yang Mo was confused for a moment, but found that his son was glancing at Jun Sutian from time to time, with a suspicious shyness on his face, and he suddenly understood.

"You also kiss Xiaoze." Yang Mo said to Jun Sutian.

Jun Sutian raised his eyebrows and said, "Kiss?"

"Like I just did." she added.

Jun Sutian lowered his head, and sure enough he saw the little guy's white teeth biting his soft lips, looking at him with bright eyes. This look was very similar to the child's mother! Jun Sutian's heart moved, and he leaned down

He leaned forward, put his lips on that tender white face, and kissed her.

The little guy took the initiative and raised the other side of his face.

"..." So Jun Sutian kissed the other side again.

After receiving a good night kiss from his father, Jun Ningze asked a little uneasily before getting ready to climb into bed, "Dad, do you still remember our house number?"

Jun Sutian said with a dark face, "No. 334, Shuguang Road." This address will probably be remembered in his mind for the rest of his life.

Jun Ningze was satisfied. He felt that even if his father got lost, he could still find his way home by taking a taxi, so he slept peacefully.

After Yang Mo tucked his son in, he exited the bedroom and then said to Jun Sutian, "Let's talk."

"Mo, do you still remember what I said in the hotel room?" Jun Sutian asked calmly.

Yang Mo's body suddenly froze, and he saw the corners of Jun Sutian's lips raised slightly, as if mocking but also showing pity, as if he was looking at a poor animal that was about to suffer misfortune, "I said you'd better not let me

Found, but now, I still found you, what do you think I will do to you?"

For a moment, a chill ran down Yang Mo's spine.

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Before, Jun Sutian had stepped into the role of father and got along so well with Xiaoze that Yang Mo even forgot to think about the entanglement between her and Jun Sutian. But until now, there were only two people in the living room, and his father had faded away.

His identity is the original Jun Sutian.

His hands unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, Yang Mo took a deep breath and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

"What if I have nothing to say to you?" He crossed his arms and sneered.

She was a little stunned. If Jun Sutian was angry, angry, or scolded at this moment, it might be better than having nothing to say. When a person has reached the point where he has nothing to say, it usually means that the other party has

I'm too lazy to care about you.

"Then what if I have something to say to you?" She gritted her teeth and said.

"Why should I listen?" he asked, "Yang Mo, who do you think you are to me?"

Her face turned pale. Once, she was the one he loved, but now... Yang Mo probably "hated" her. He hated her! She knew this fact the last time they met.

Yes. But...

"Kiss me." A cold voice suddenly sounded in the living room.

She raised her head in surprise, suspecting that she had heard wrong just now.

"Kiss me." He repeated, "Just like you did in the hotel room that day." His dark phoenix eyes revealed a kind of mockery, but his face was completely cold.

Yang Mo was suffocated and didn't make any movement. He just stood stiffly on the spot.

"Why, can't you do it?" A cold aura exuded more and more on his body, "Is it because you don't have to escape now? So there is no need to make such deliberate pandering, let alone

Lie to me with that shitty kiss?!"

The questions struck her every nerve. But she could not refute his questions at all. "Okay, I admit, I really shouldn't have done that in the hotel, and I can apologize to you!"

"

"Apologise?" Jun Sutian sneered. What he cared about was never an apology. "Is it an apology that you shouldn't have kissed me, or an apology that you shouldn't have handcuffed me?"

She lowered her head, not wanting to look at his expression at the moment, "It's okay, as long as you are willing to talk to me about Ozawa." In that case, no matter how many times she apologizes, she will do it.

"What do you want to talk to me about, about child custody?" He could see through what she was thinking at a glance.

Yang Mo did not deny it, but just said, "Although Ozawa is also your son, I have always been raising him, so... if you like him, you can come over and see him often." In that case, Ozawa must have

Also happy.

"Yang Mo, do you think I will be the same as I was back then, no matter what kind of request you make, I will happily agree?" His words were like a heavy hammer, smashing her expectations.

, making her face pale again.

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】The last two lines of the chapter were written by Mu Xueqiang as Hua Zimu by mistake. It will be corrected on Monday. Dear friends, please pay attention~
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