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

Mo Junzhe froze, and retracted his arms behind his back.

The little guy pouted his lips in displeasure, "It's hard for Ranran to cook alone, do you want to be so macho?"

The man glanced into the kitchen.

Bai Xiran had already put on her apron and got busy.

After a while, he opened his long legs, lifted the little guy out of the kitchen with one hand, and closed the door by the way.

"Go and see your Peppa."

"Dad, Xiaobao doesn't watch Peppa! Only little girls would watch such childish cartoons!" Mo Xiaobao complained dissatisfiedly, but after watching his father go to the kitchen, he secretly covered his mouth and laughed .

Straight dad or whatever, bad temper or whatever.

With Xiaobao here, you will definitely be able to marry Ranran back home!
……

The sliding door was closed.

After the tall body came in, there seemed to be more urgency in the air.

Mo Junzhe stood beside him, and when he saw the woman taking out the ingredients, he subconsciously walked over.

"get out."

Bai Xiran was obviously in a bad mood, and he never even glanced at him.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was low and hoarse, "Xiaobao let me in. Otherwise he would think we had a fight."

"Didn't we fight?"

Bai Xiran put down the kitchen knife and glared at him angrily.

Mo Junzhe looked at the woman's swollen cheeks, and there was a rare smile on his usually calm face.

"As long as you don't get divorced."

"You are simply unreasonable!"

She had clearly signed and sealed the divorce agreement four years ago, and he had promised her that she would get a divorce.

Bai Xiran was extremely depressed. He lied to himself for four years like this?

The man didn't seem to notice the dullness in the air.

He found two eggs, "How to deal with this?"

"Mix it in a bowl."

Mo Junzhe nodded, and obediently found a porcelain bowl.

The sound of "bang bang" was endless, and he knocked the eggs into the bowl very seriously.

Then he took off the apron, put it on with difficulty, took the kitchen knife in her hand, and used it smoothly and naturally.

The kitchen is not big.

The two shuttled inside, and he passed his gaze over from time to time.

When Bai Xiran approached, a hoarse and magnetic voice suddenly came from his ear, "Xiaobao likes to eat steamed turbot, sweet and sour pork ribs... similar to you..."

Bai Xiran paused, spilling a little of the egg in his hand.

She looked over angrily, "Don't always say things that are misunderstood! You...you go out."

I can't stand him being around all the time.

God knows how much his breath alone would disturb her.

Mo Junzhe's eyes froze, he cut up the last ingredients, and then turned and walked out.

In the living room, there was a live broadcast of the chicken eating game.

The little guy sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding the pillow he picked up from the ground, with a look of relish.

Turning around, I happened to see Mo Junzhe.

"Hey, why did you come out, Dad?"

Mo Junzhe took off his apron and cleaned up the shards of glass on the ground, "She doesn't need my help."

"Did you come out when Ranran said you didn't need it?" The little guy looked like he hated iron and steel, standing on the sofa with his fleshy hands on his hips, "It's been said in TV dramas that girls are duplicity creatures. You say you don’t want to disagree, but you actually do, and you say yes, maybe you don’t! Dad, you don’t even know if your IQ has dropped?”

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped a lot.

Mo Xiaobao's whole body trembled, and his years of observing words and expressions made him immediately realize that something was wrong...