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

Bai Xiran was not in the mood to read these things.

She suspects that she is already aesthetically fatigued.

She walked towards him directly and stood in front of the man.

Raising his face, his delicate and fair skin was facing the light of the setting sun, and it seemed to be coated with a layer of bright color.

Those almond eyes slowly raised up, and when he looked over, he could still see his shadow inside.

Mo Junzhe's heart trembled slightly for some reason.

"Mrs."

His voice was inexplicably hoarse, and there was a hint of helplessness in his drooping eyes, mixed with a little doting.

Then she stretched out her hand, and the thick palm fell directly on her arm.

"Ma'am, come back so late, huh?"

"Hee. I'm delayed by something." Bai Xiran stuck out her tongue and smiled mischievously.

Then he backed away to the side, with his hands behind his back, but just separated by a certain distance, so that he didn't let him touch it.

"As for you, Uncle Mo, why did you get off work so early today? Have you finished your work?"

"Well. For the time being." The man stepped forward with his slender legs and walked directly upstairs.

He leaned over to hold his little wife.

As expected, he grasped the soft hand, then directly closed it, and led her into the room.

It seemed to be a casual joke.

"My wife seems to want me to work overtime?"

"That's not true. It's just that it's rare for you to come back early, and I'm surprised?"

In the room are the little vermicelli balls that Mrs. Wang is playing with.

Occasionally, there was a burst of babbling laughter.

When the two came in, Xiaofentuanzi stretched out her hand directly to Bai Xiran, wanting to find her favorite and warmest hug.

She put down her things, washed her hands, and went straight over. When she hugged the soft dumpling into her arms, Mo Junzhe next to her couldn't look away.

Originally, Xiong Dong called him, and made complaints while reporting, saying that his wife was a bit too much.

Before Mo Junzhe came back, he was not in a good mood.

So the evening meal was postponed directly, and I rushed over in a hurry.

But when he found the belated little wife, all the complaints and complaints disappeared the second he saw her.

Instead, there was a sense of peace gushing out from the heart.

And now, watching her hold the little powder ball tightly.

Mo Junzhe only felt that his heart was extraordinarily peaceful.

He himself didn't know, but in the eyes of Mrs. Wang and the others, his husband was no different from Mr. Mo who called the wind and rain outside. He was clearly a good man who lived at home and loved his wife.

"Sir, do you want to have dinner early today? You and Madam came back early."

"Well, let's arrange it."

The man responded, but didn't continue talking.

All his eyes and thoughts were on the mother and daughter in front of him, so he didn't have the slightest bit of anger from before.

Bai Xiran played with Xiaofentuanzi for a while, then wrapped those little hands and waved towards him.

"Dad, won't you come to play with Tiantian?"

"Tiantian hasn't seen Dad all day, huh? I miss Dad."

Xiaofentuanzi only giggled.

She thought it was her own mother playing with her, she couldn't be happier.

When Mo Junzhe came to hug her, the soft embrace on his body was replaced by another person, and it was only then that he felt uncomfortable.

"Yi Ya" sounded.

She began to protest.

Her little hands and feet were waving in the air, insisting on leaning against Bai Xiran.

But the latter waved his hand and yawned a little tiredly, "Let your dad hug me, mom is so tired today."

Xu Shi moved his hand, but his whole body was exhausted.

Mo Junzhe gave an "um" and didn't ask any further questions.