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

He stretched out his hand to hold Bai Xiran's, "If you have anything, tell Xiaobao right away, Xiaobao will support you."

"How do you support your small waist?" Bai Xiran gestured and squeezed the flesh on his waist.

The little guy immediately sat up straight and raised his voice to explain, "If Xiaobao can't do it, there's dad, and if dad doesn't, there's grandpa. All the men in our family will protect you."

He spoke loudly.

No one is allowed to bully my Ranran!

And Bai Xiran, who was next to him, looked at his serious face, and was moved for a moment.

She leaned over and kissed him hard on the cheek.

"Little baby, I really love you..."

……

After sending Xiaobao back home, although Bai Xiran didn't go to Fanlin again, he was still busy in front of the computer.

The little guy saw that she was working hard, so he took his own model and worked hard beside him, quietly and hardly making any noise.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being pushed outside that the little guy raised his head.

When Mo Junzhe came in, he saw such a scene.

With the bright lights down, there are almost no shadows in the house. The mother and son are sitting in the spacious study room, each occupying a place.

Bai Xiran is drawing a design draft with his head bowed.

The little guy was still holding two models in his hand. Seeing him at this time, he quickly made a "shh" gesture.

"Ranran is busy." The little guy lowered his voice, shook his fleshy fingers, and pointed to his side, "Dad, don't disturb Ranran."

Mo Junzhe let out an "um", but walked straight over.

The screen in front of him was covered by shadows, and there seemed to be a little more chill from the cold wind on his side, so Bai Xiran raised his head subconsciously.

"You're back."

She rubbed her shoulder with pantothenic acid, and retracted her hand.

The man just nodded slightly, glanced at the screen a few times, and immediately reminded, "It's very late."

Bai Xiran subconsciously looked at the watch, saw that the pointer was already at ten, and exclaimed, "Ten o'clock!"

She immediately looked to the side, and saw the little guy sitting obediently on the tatami, "Xiaobao, it's bedtime."

"Well! Xiaobao is going to drink milk and go to sleep now, and you should go to bed early, Ranran."

The little guy was very obedient, and he didn't make any more fuss about asking her to tell a story. Instead, he packed up his model and walked out with his slippers on.

When he got to the door, he turned his head and pulled the corner of La Mo Junzhe's clothes.

"Father, you must supervise Ranran to go to sleep."

"it is good."

Mo Junzhe nodded slightly, put his thick palm on the top of his head, and rubbed it lightly a few times.

The servant has already heated up the milk and is waiting outside.

The little guy took it, poured it into his stomach, and walked to his room while drinking.

After he left, the study room became quiet.

Bai Xiran rubbed his swollen eyes and took a short rest.

"Busy?"

She nodded subconsciously, "Fanlin has a project, and I'm in a hurry. This group of manuscripts will be handed in as samples within a week. Now there are some problems with the details, so I have to hurry up and revise them."

There are too many items in the project, besides, the people below are still working on other design drafts, so she can only repair it by herself.

Mo Junzhe lowered his eyes slightly, looked her up and down as if examining her, then nodded, "Give you another 10 minutes?"

"what……"

"Okay. But the most difficult thing is not the design draft, but the fabric problem."

The man sat next to her and didn't bother her, just nodded to show that he was listening.

"The material requirements for clothes are relatively high, and they have to be made within a week..."

she spoke softly.

Mo Junzhe only occasionally responded, "A fabric merchant?"