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

Cen Yan and Maomao separated like this, and went straight to Mo's house.

A stretched Alpha was driving smoothly on the road.

This is the car that Mr. Mo specially prepared for his wife's trip, and there are only two in the whole country.

Mo Weitian was sitting on the safety seat, and now she was leaning on the side with her head tilted, and had long been sound asleep.

Beside her is Mo Xiaobao.

Sitting opposite were Bai Xiran and Cen Yan.

Mrs. Wang is the co-driver.

"Why are you staring at me like this?" Cen Yan glanced to the side, and found that Bai Xiran had been looking at him since he got in the car, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Bai Xiran smiled, her eyebrows were flowing with amorous feelings, besides her own beauty, she now had a more gentle and peaceful atmosphere.

In a trance, the maternal breath is also revealed.

But Cen Yan only suddenly thought of his mother.

The same tenderness and tolerance, and the same great care for her in childhood.

"I just suddenly noticed that your facial features and cheek lines seem to have changed a bit. I don't know if it's an illusion."

"No." Xiao Bao whispered beside him.

He was afraid of waking up his sister, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Ranran, can you look at the previous photos? Although the facial features of Sister Ah Yan were more feminine in the past, compared to now, the heroic spirit in her eyebrows is still a little bit more."

The little guy took out his phone as he spoke.

There are photos in it.

Bai Xiran took it over for comparison, and put it in front of Cen Yan, "What do you think?"

Cen Yan looked at it, but didn't quite understand it.

"Probably just because the hair grew...and then the eyebrows were trimmed."

"No, no. There is a change." Mo Xiaobao insisted, "Don't look at me like this, I see it for sure."

After waiting for a long time, Cen Yan reluctantly accepted this fact.

"There may be some changes."

She couldn't help thinking of other aspects. In fact, physiologically, they all changed slowly.

It's just that I was looking at the person in the mirror every day, and I didn't notice the gradual changes.

Mo Xiaobao and Bai Xiran, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, could be spotted at a glance.

"It's caused by the hormone changes after taking the medicine. If it is, I can only say that it should be a good medicine, and it really works."

Cen Yan and Bai Xiran looked at each other and smiled, then nodded, "Understood, thank you for reminding me. I will go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."

Said it was tomorrow.

But Cen Yan knew better than anyone that she could always procrastinate about going to the hospital.

After a long time, the car finally stopped in the courtyard of Mo Zhai.

Mo Weitian is still awake.

Sister-in-law Wang gently picked her up, "Madam, I'll take the little miss to her room and continue to sleep."

"Okay. Call me when you wake up."

"Yes."

As for Mo Xiaobao.

Bai Xiran reminded him, "Xiaobao, your master has arrived, so just listen to her arrangement?"

"Okay, Xiaobao will be obedient."

Mo Xiaobao raised his head to look at Cen Yan, and even waved to her.

When he turned around and waited for a place where Bai Xiran couldn't see, those immature smiles on the little guy's face disappeared, replaced by a touch of maturity that didn't suit his age.

This surprised Cen Yan a little.

"Xiao Bao, how old are you this year?"

"Six years old." The little guy replied truthfully, "When it snows, he will be seven years old."

He raised his head and looked at Cen Yan, "Sister Ah Yan thinks I'm still young?"

"Well...it's quite small. I'm more than 20 years older than you, and you must be a kid in my eyes."

"But I've experienced quite a lot." Mo Xiaobao just discussed the matter, "You probably don't know, although I'm young, I've actually experienced life and death several times. So if you want to practice later, just let the horse come here."

"it is good."

Cen Yan didn't deliberately keep his hand or anything.

She knew why Mo Xiaobao suddenly became more mature and calm in front of her.

The purpose is to prevent myself from treating him like a child.

In fact, Cen Yan never thought about it that way.

She was in Dijue before, and a series of events afterwards made her very clear that the person in front of her was not an ordinary six-year-old child.

Mind aside.

Mo Xiaobao had a very high IQ.

In the genius category.

For geniuses, there should be corresponding needs for geniuses.

"What I teach you is fighting skills. The fighting skills in the military are different from what you learn in the training hall outside. We don't have any fancy skills. What we pay attention to is fast and accurate. The purpose is to stop the enemy, and everything else On this basis, it can be omitted.”

Cen Yan changed into training clothes, and demonstrated movements while explaining.

"The strength needs to be strong enough. With your current strength, you can't meet the requirements. So you can only learn the shape first, and then you can talk about strength and precision later."

Mo Xiaobao stood aside and listened carefully, subconsciously imitating the movements of his hands.

He is actually very interested in these.

the reason is simple.

I have experienced the situation where I was almost unable to protect Ranran because of my lack of strength.

He does not want and will never allow such a situation to happen again!
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outside the venue.

It was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that there was finally a new movement in the yard.

A black Maybach drove in slowly, and finally stopped firmly beside it.

The man looked sideways and could see the lights on in the arena, but he didn't go there, but went straight home.

In the living room sat his beloved wife.

The little wife was drawing manuscripts by the table, and looked at the materials from time to time, as if looking for inspiration.

When he heard footsteps, he turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see that familiar figure walking in from outside.

"You're back." Bai Xiran stretched, with a trace of tiredness on her little face.

And look at it from a man's point of view.

The afterglow of the setting sun was falling from the window, and when the little wife looked back at him, she happened to be against the light. When she stretched herself, she was accompanied by that lazy voice, as if she was acting like a baby, or asking for a hug.

Mo Junzhe strode straight with his long legs, walked up to her, stretched out his arms, and embraced her.

A deep voice sounded above her head.

"Tired?"

"Hmm... a bit." Bai Xiran curled her head into his arms, her voice was muffled and soft, "I went out during the day and didn't have a lunch break, so I'm a little sleepy now."

She covered her mouth delicately and yawned, but she still wrapped her arms around the man's waist, keeping her head inside, without moving for a long time.

Mo Junzhe just let her hold her, stretched out his hand and touched her head, "Do you want to go back to the room to rest for a while? I'll call you after dinner."

"No... I have a guest today." Bai Xiran slightly raised his head, allowing him to mess up his hair, a little helplessly coquettish, "Don't mess with it, don't mess with it, you haven't washed your hair today."

"Hmm. It smells good even without washing."