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

Xiaobao nodded again and again.

After hanging up the phone, he raised his head and looked at the tall man beside him.

Mo Junzhe frowned, obviously disliking the noisy environment, "Where is she?"

Mo Xiaobao blinked, then pointed innocently and cutely in a certain direction, "Ranran said there."

The man let out a "hmm" and led him over there.

But within a few steps, the little guy rummaged through his schoolbag to find it.

Until the water bottle was opened, Mo Junzhe held one hand and shook the bottle with the other.

"Little treasure!"

Bai Xiran saw the father and son from a long distance away, and quickly gestured.

She immediately squatted down and hugged Xiaobao up.

The two quickly exchanged a glance.

Taking the opportunity of hugging, Xiaobao whispered in her ear, "Wrap it on Xiaobao!"

Then she said "Oops", "Ranran's wrist is not good, so I can't hug Xiaobao! Daddy, please hug me!"

Mo Junzhe frowned subconsciously, "Go by yourself..."

But the little guy has already rushed over directly.

Bai Xiran let go very cooperatively...

Although the little thing is not pleasing, it is still his own son.

Mo Junzhe had no intention of watching him fall, and reached out to catch him without hesitation.

But before touching it, there was another "oops" in the air.

The half bottle of water that the little guy just opened was poured directly on the man...

"Get wet, get wet..."

While yelling, he poured it hard several times, insisting that all the water be poured on the man.

Mo Junzhe, "What are you doing?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and picked up the disobedient little thing with one hand.

With his feet in the air, he was strangled by the neck of fate.

Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes, quickly hugged the water bottle tightly, and said innocently: "Dad, why don't you hold Xiaobao steady, Ranran won't fall if you hold Xiaobao!"

Ok?
Bai Xiran nodded and blinked at the same time with two pairs of identical big eyes.

Mo Junzhe's thick eyebrows frowned even tighter, not caring about his wet body, and looked at his little wife in front of him, "You let him make trouble?"

"Cough! Little Treasure didn't make a fuss... he just wasn't careful, you put him down quickly."

Bai Xiran put the little guy down, turned around and pushed Mo Junzhe into the lounge.

"The clothes are all wet, go inside and change..."

Perhaps she was too eager, but the man didn't even resist, and let her push him in.

"Xiao Zhang, give Mo... change his clothes, they are all wet."

The person in charge was stunned for a few seconds before subconsciously handing over the clothes.

"Mr. Mo... this dress is..."

The man glanced down, with a slight coldness in his black eyes, "Where is the dressing room?"

"Ah, there, over there." The person in charge quickly pointed to the corner, but his eyes subconsciously drifted to the dress.

Let Mr. Mo wear this, will there be no accidents? ?
Mo Junzhe's face remained unchanged, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and called softly not far away, "Ma'am."

"What?"

"Come and help me."

Bai Xiran subconsciously let out an "oh", followed him into the dressing room, but couldn't help muttering all the way, "I need help changing clothes, just put them on."

The locker room door closes.

The man looked at the piece of fabric in his hand with a half-smile, "It's fine to wear clothes normally, but this one..."

Black, silk, slightly tight...and embroidered on the outside.

Mo Junzhe's voice became hoarse, "Madam, are you sure you want me to wear it?"