The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

As soon as the words "Mrs. Mo" came out, everything seemed to be back to before.

Bai Xiran's face was blank, and a look of panic flashed in the eyes of the man.

She didn't want to admit that such a simple sentence affected her heart again.

Mo Junzhe was very satisfied with what he saw.

The little wife's expression flickered, and he was able to capture the surprise at that moment just now, and he was satisfied.

"It's almost dinner time, take her down with you."

His tone was relaxed and cheerful, and he just got up and left after explaining this.

The door was gently closed.

Bai Xiran's beating heart gradually returned to calm.

In fact, she was extremely conflicted.

At the same time, I feel that this man has gone too far recently, and his actions are disheartening.

But when he really forgot about himself, he was extremely depressed, so he tried again and again, if he was lying, he would spread the old and new hatred together, and it would be settled once and for all.

The little girl in her arms seemed to be full.

A head of sweat.

Bai Xiran took a paper towel to help her wipe, sighed softly while wiping, and murmured, "Looking at it now, it doesn't seem like it's an act..."

He may have really forgotten himself.

When the man sat in front of the plate of perch at the dining table, Bai Xiran was convinced.

Normally that position should be hers.

Because the people in the kitchen know this habit, they will put her favorite dishes in front of the position.

Mo Junzhe took a look at the dishes in front of him, and drew his brows slightly, "It's too bland."

"Yes. Mr. is just recovering from a serious illness, so you should pay more attention to your diet."

He lifted his lips, as if he wanted to say something more, but Bai Xiran coldly interrupted him.

"These are already pretty good. They have everything you need. If you don't think it tastes good, ask the kitchen to make a confinement meal that I ate a few days ago?"

She raised her red lips slightly, with a slight smile, "Those soups are more nutritious."

Mo Junzhe snorted coldly when he heard the words, just said "eat" in a low voice, and ate his own.

He looked at her from time to time, as if he couldn't believe that he married such a woman back home.

"Mr. Mo doesn't have to look at me like that. If you think I'm not pleasing, it's probably because of your aesthetic problems."

"That's not it! Ranran is the best girl in the world, it's my father who has a problem." Xiaobao retorted loudly, and pointed to his own head.

"If it wasn't for my father's brain problems, he would definitely like Ranran very, very much."

Mo Junzhe's face darkened instantly, and the food in his hand suddenly tasted bad, "Mo Xiaobao, who gave birth to you?"

"Ranran! It was born from Ranran's stomach." He put down his chopsticks and explained seriously, "Speaking of which, Dad, there are some things you must not forget. It's so hard, these godfathers and godmothers have told Xiaobao, so you must not bully her."

These... he knows now.

"Yes, sir. Women often suffer in childbirth. The young master had an accident at the time, and almost died. This time, the young lady is a little better, and her body is recuperating well. But taking care of the young lady now is also hard work. Yes." Mrs. Wang said something fair, but she didn't want to see their husband and wife quarrel.

The little guy echoed a few times with "Mmmm", and urged earnestly, "Dad, have you heard everything?"

The man was silent.

Bai Xiran's hands crossed the dining table to pick up the perch, his face was cold, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Let's go eat, don't stand here."

"Yes."