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

The dining table was exceptionally quiet.

The two very similar faces, one big and one small, looked at each other, looking at the woman who was eating silently beside her.

The father and son exchanged glances quickly.

"Dad, speak quickly."

"Mo Xiaobao, you can adjust the atmosphere."

The little guy shook his head vigorously and gave him a self-experienced look.

Obviously Ranran hates you, why do you want me to talk, hum.

A meal is very quiet.

Until the end, Mo Xiaobao wiped his hands and stood beside him, "Ranran, are you sure you don't want to sleep with Xiaobao? This bed is too big, and the room may be a little cold due to lack of heating."

Perhaps his Ran Ran was not happy.

The little guy looked at his father with pouted lips.

"If you didn't insist on coming, Ranran wouldn't be unhappy."

Mo Junzhe put one hand on the sofa, tapped his slender joints a few times, and looked up at him.

The little guy was terrified when he was looked at.

He moved the chair back, stepped on a pair of obviously oversized women's cotton slippers, and just swayed his legs like this, "Dad, if you leave, will Ranran sleep with me?"

Mo Junzhe narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him with an unfriendly expression.

Instead, he picked up the little guy with one hand and stuffed it directly into the next room.

"Daddy, what are you doing! Daddy, you big villain, Xiaobao wants to sleep with Ranran!"

"Xiaobao came to find Ranran, Ranran doesn't want you..."

All protests were locked inside the house door.

Behind him, Bai Xiran held a set of clean cotton pajamas in his hand, and looked suspiciously.

"Are you messing with him again?"

"No." Mo Junzhe turned around and looked at her unchanged, "He lost his temper."

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An exaggerated complaint came from behind the door panel, "Xiaobao didn't! Dad wronged Xiaobao... Ranran, you have to make decisions for Xiaobao, Xiaobao is always bullied in the huge Mo mansion..."

"Mo Xiaobao, there are too many dramas."

The crying in the house stopped abruptly.

The little guy rubbed his nose and muttered, "Is it fake? That's how Gongdou Opera is performed."

He simply lay down on the bed, and obediently pulled the quilt over himself.

Even though it was an unfamiliar environment, with Ke Ranran right outside the door, he could still fall asleep quickly.

……

Outside the door, Bai Xiran warmed up her pajamas, and opened the door to go in.

But as soon as he opened a crack in the door, he was pulled back by a force behind him.

His back hit a warm chest.

Mo Junzhe said hoarsely above her head, "He fell asleep."

"I didn't even change my clothes."

Bai Xiran said softly, and finally put the clothes back.

There was a stalemate around, neither of them spoke for a long time.

She wanted to move, only to realize that the wrist was still being held by the man. She was a little annoyed for a while, "Let go."

There was no change in Mo Junzhe's face, his black eyes were still as bright as ink, and he said in a low voice, "Let's talk."

He was patient, and although his tone was mild, he could still hear the tenderness inside.

"Ok?"

He waited for her response.

The strength in the hand is slightly loose.

Bai Xiran clenched her lips, her small face was drooping and she couldn't see much emotion, she just said lightly, "There's nothing to talk about."

She turned to go.

The man looked at her back, his pitch-black eyes were particularly dark, as if they were about to drip water.

With a span of long arms, he walked in behind her.

Knocking the door with one hand, forcing her to lean against the door, her tall and slender body just pressed her over.

"Ma'am, don't hide from me."

The air was silent.

There is no light in the room, only the faint light from the window, and the man's back is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are particularly obvious black eyes on his face against the light.

And... the inescapable breath.