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

Mo Junzhe frowned, obviously not understanding.

The little guy can only let him hold Mo Weitian first, scratch his head and think for a while, but he can't organize his words more systematically, "Anyway, no matter how young a child is, he has his own thinking and behavior patterns. And each stage Behavioral patterns are characteristic of..."

The man was looking down at the little dumpling in his arms.

Fen Tuanzi couldn't stand up yet, so he could only rely on him to support his waist and neck, his clean and delicate cheeks were full of smiles, and he just grinned at him.

The gums are exposed again.

There is also a faint smell of milk.

Like a devout believer, he stared at Fan Tuanzi very seriously, his eyes were focused, as if he couldn't bear to miss any of her expressions.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaobao finally rubbed his forehead, "Forget it, Xiaobao go and get the book."

He ran back to the house instead.

The sky is clear and the air is clear, the breeze is gentle, and the father and daughter who are breathing in the yard are in such harmony for the first time.

After taking a shower, Bai Xiran stood on the balcony on the second floor for a while, just in time to see this scene.

She probably knew.

According to Mo Junzhe's temperament, after getting acquainted with his daughter, he might hold her in his arms all day long, so he is not willing to let go.

And his current behavior and preferences are no different from usual.

Just... forgot some memories.

It's just right, it's related to myself.

Bai Xiran simply lay on the railing and looked at the two of them.

The man was wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, holding a small dough ball in his arms, and when his figure was stretched on the grass, it became a particularly beautiful picture.

She actually likes the quiet days now.

There are no quarrels or too much annoyance, the emotional tension in the past six months has now eased, and people have a different kind of satisfaction.

But if you think about it carefully, you probably don't mind.

Mind if he just happened to forget the memories that belonged to the two of them.

……

Mo Junzhe chose to sit back again, holding the little fan ball tightly with one hand, and connected a phone call himself.

"what happened?"

"President, something serious happened."

……

The call was from Xiong Dong.

From a long distance, Bai Xiran could sense the change in the atmosphere around the man.

So clear and extremely indifferent and deep.

She quickly went downstairs and took the initiative to take the little powder dumpling into her arms.

"I'll go out for a while." Mo Junzhe always took the initiative to explain the itinerary, like a good man at home.

Xiaofentuanzi giggled twice, and rubbed it in his Mama's arms.

After comparing it, it turns out that it is still the most fragrant on Ma Ma's body.

And Mo Junzhe looked serious, and he could vaguely see a trace of solemnity in his brows, "Maybe I won't come back for dinner tonight, you guys should go to bed early."

"Understood." Bai Xiran patted the little thing in her arms, not asking her to find something to eat right away.

It's just that when he raised his head, he met the man's dark eyes, saw the gloomy thoughts inside, and frowned slightly, "Be careful."

Mo Junzhe nodded, and by the time he went in and changed his clothes, the driver had already prepared the car.

He leaves quickly.

Bai Xiran hugged Mo Weitian and looked at the door for a while, only vaguely remembering the seriousness in the man's eyes when he left.

The little dumpling in his arms made a fuss for a while, feeling a little unhappy that he was being ignored.

She lowered her head and patted her, then squeezed her chubby little hands, feeling Xiaotuanzi's emotions, and smiled softly, "Okay, Dad has something to do. Let's be good at home."