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

Although this topic was stopped at the time, the little guy was still muttering words like sister until he returned home after the infusion.

All the way back to the ink house.

The little guy was clinging to Bai Xiran's body with both hands and feet, as if he couldn't open his eyelids.

"Ranran, sleep..."

He grunted twice and pointed to his room.

Bai Xiran was about to carry him in.

But before reaching the door, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and directly stopped the little guy by the waist.

"Xiaobao wants to sleep with Ranran... What are you doing, dad, bad dad..."

Mo Junzhe casually pulled the little thing off and threw it on the old man who was watching the theater nearby.

Xiaobao subconsciously hugged the old man's thigh tightly.

Then he raised his head unwillingly, "Father, Ranran belongs to Xiaobao."

"No, she is my wife, not your turn."

Mo Xiaobao stomped his feet and became more and more angry, "No, no! Ranran likes Xiaobao and Xiaobao also likes Ranran. We are in love with each other. Dad, don't always think about breaking us up..."

"How old are you, you know what it means to be in love with each other."

The father and son confronted each other, and they quarreled like this.

Bai Xi rubbed his forehead, "I only belong to myself, OK?"

Then he leaned over and kissed Xiaobao's face, "You have to go to class tomorrow, you have to get up early, can you sleep well?"

"Okay." Ranran coaxed him, he always wanted to listen.

Xiaobao thought for a while, but held her hand reluctantly, "Then you have to pay attention to your body, Dad is a big bastard who can't take care of others. If it hurts you, you can come to Xiaobao, and what's more ...Grandpa, what are you doing, Xiaobao hasn't said good night to Ranran yet..."

The little guy didn't finish his sentence, and was taken away by the old man directly.

The door was closed, and the sound of scolding could be heard vaguely from inside.

"Little idiot, you slept with Ranran, how could they make a younger sister for you?"

"Hey... Can Xiaobao have a younger sister if he doesn't sleep with Ranran?"

The old man, "Y-you can't say that..."

……

The room became quiet again.

Bai Xiran felt a little sleepy, so he took a shower and lay down on the bed.

The night outside the house is just right, and the moonlight shines in through the glass, which is very clear and interesting.

The bed sank slightly.

She could feel a scorching body beside her.

The man's strong arms pulled her into his arms, his cheek was pressed against his chest, and a faint fragrance could still be smelled between his breaths.

"You haven't slept yet?"

A hoarse voice came from above.

Bai Xiran grunted angrily, "How can you sleep with such a loud noise?"

Mo Junzhe let out an "um", changed his posture, and gently clasped her waist with one hand.

The black eyes were fixed on her, and under the dim light, they seemed to be covered with a layer of starlight.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere.

Bai Xiran subconsciously wanted to break free from his embrace, but her lips were covered at that moment.

"Well……"

She put her hands on the man's side, and refused impatiently.

"No."

"Xiao Bao wants a younger sister."

"That...that's not going to work either."

Mo Junzhe put one hand on the pillow and looked at her leisurely.

The woman's face was flushed, and she looked ashamed and annoyed, becoming more and more charming.

Bai Xiran frowned, pulled the quilt unhappily, and wrapped herself tightly.

"I'll talk about it later... Mo Junzhe, don't go too far."

"I...I don't want to..."

Her face was flushed, and there was grievance in her voice.

The next moment, the man still clasped her wrist, and slowly leaned over to pull her into his arms

"Don't worry." He moved calmly, with some jokes in his voice.

"You're not in good health, I won't be able to kill you at this time, huh?"