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

Mo Xiaobao only walked to the side of the bed, carefully watching the man's appearance.

Then he stretched out his small hand and touched his face, "Dad, are you really all right?"

The man said "hmm" with a hoarse voice, "It will be fine soon."

He actually wanted to hug the little guy.

For a long time in the past, I felt that raising this son annoyed him most of the time, and followed the thoughts passed down from the elders, and was always strict with him.

But at this moment, Mo Junzhe only felt that this son was not in vain, and he was the only one who cared about him at this time.

About to reach out for a hug.

But as soon as he got close, Mo Xiaobao slid down from the bed, and clapped his hands habitually, "Since Dad is fine, then Xiaobao will go to wash up first. I have to go to school later..."

He kept muttering, "I'm going to be late and I'm going to be late."

Mo Junzhe pursed his lips, obviously wanting to say something more, but the little guy rushed in like the wind, and ran out like the wind, without giving him a chance to speak at all.

A certain old father, who finally found out that his son was good after many years, was poured a bucket of cold water again in the next moment.

He could only stay in the room alone, although it was not cramped and depressing, even after tidying up deliberately, the whole room was empty, and he could still see the sweeping lawn from the window.

Even the scenery is not bad.

But Mr. Mo himself feels very bad now.

Very very bad!

But now are extraordinary times.

He can't move in bed!

The smell of breakfast could already be heard outside, and Bai Xiran's voice could still be vaguely heard.

The little wife had a sweet voice, coaxing Mo Weitian for a while, and talking to Mrs. Wang for a while.

The whole restaurant seemed to be buzzing with laughter.

Mo Junzhe felt even worse...

"Come here."

He shouted.

There was silence outside.

"Someone!" Mo Junzhe was a little annoyed.

He shouted again, louder than before, and the housekeeper hurried over, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Mo Junzhe glanced out of the corridor, but seeing no one else was there, his handsome face suddenly became gloomy.

So he is cultivating at home, and he doesn't even have a guardian outside the door?
"Yes, sir. I have been arranging people to work 24 hours a day." The housekeeper seemed to know what he was thinking, and quickly explained, "It's just that it's not breakfast time. Madam said that I have done too much breakfast today. Seeing that he was tired after guarding the door all night, I called him over to eat..."

Mo Junzhe's lips twitched, and some anger was suppressed in his heart, but he couldn't vent it no matter what.

After waiting for a long time, he was discouraged.

"Okay, bring in some food. I'm hungry."

"Okay. But what do you want to eat, sir? I'll let the kitchen arrange it right away."

Mo Junzhe, "??"

He was completely restless now, "You didn't even prepare my breakfast?"

"Then what was the excess just now!"

There is food for the people below, but there is nothing for him?
The housekeeper finally realized something was wrong, quickly wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, stood close to the hospital bed and explained in a low voice, "Madam ordered those yesterday. The kitchen prepared another porridge for you, but I don't know how to return it today." Things got lost and got muddled... so we have to prepare again."

"What do you want to eat, soon."

Mo Junzhe's eyebrows were tightly knit together, but he didn't have any previous thoughts at all.

He simply lay back and replied coldly, "Whatever."

"Yes. Then I'll deal with it."