hi don't run

Father Han stared at the baby in Han Mo's arms, and forgot to let Han Mo into the house.

It wasn't until Aunt Jiang, who was cooking in the kitchen, came out and called out to him that she moved her foot in a daze to let Han Mo in.

"Old Han, why don't you let Mo Mo into the house?" After saying this, Aunt Jiang walked over and saw the little baby Han Mo was holding, her eyes widened in surprise, "Whose little doll is this, Yo, you look so good."

Even so, he still looked at Han Mo suspiciously, and found that he had become a little fatter, but it was true that he had eaten well and lived well abroad as he said, and he did not lose himself.

"Uh...this is my son..." Han Mogan smiled and glanced at Papa Han who was still in a daze, and entered the room with the baby in his arms. Aunt Jiang helped him pull his luggage in.

"Your son?" Papa Han finally spoke out, but the penetrating power of his voice was so strong that not only the little baby was awakened, but even Han Mo who was mentally prepared was startled.

"Wow~~~~!!!" The little baby began to cry at the top of his throat, kicking his legs and waving his little arms, his little nose turned red from crying.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry, grandpa is so happy to see you, baby, don't cry, don't cry." He hugged the little guy and shook it gently, walked to the backpack, unzipped it, took out a small bell, and shook it in front of him to attract him. his attention.

Aunt Jiang turned her head and stared at Papa Han, stretched out her hand to hug the baby from Han Mo's arms, and coaxed him, "What are you doing so loudly to scare the children! Just do it, old man!"

"...It's okay, auntie, my dad was just too surprised." Han Mo smiled, wiped the baby's face, and then turned to look at the embarrassed Dad Han. He sighed and dragged the old man to the sofa in the living room, " Dad, sit down."

Father Han frowned at him and sat there staring.

Han Mo knelt directly in front of him with his head bowed.

Father Han and Aunt Jiang were startled, and they reached out to pull him up, but Han Mo stretched out his hand and pushed him away, "Dad, I have to admit my mistake, I will get up when I finish speaking, Auntie, you sit too."

Aunt Jiang opened her mouth, and finally sat next to Papa Han. As expected of a kindergarten teacher, the crying of the baby in her arms had stopped, but she just sniffed her nose from time to time to show that he was very scared just now.

"Uh... When I went abroad, I met a girlfriend on the plane. Our relationship is very stable. Well, what, anyway, I had a child, and then... Uh... I was going to tell you, but she said , She said that she was afraid that you would think she was a dishonest person if she became pregnant out of wedlock... Anyway, she just gave birth to the child first and then came back to admit her mistake to you..."

He sneaked a look, and saw that Papa Han just kept a straight face and didn't speak, but Aunt Jiang was looking at him, with some...distress in her eyes?He said it was pitiful?

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"Had a haemorrhage during childbirth and then she died and left me with a son...Dad I know I shouldn't be so hasty but...uh...I really like her and so is the baby Your own grandson, you have to admit, look how much he looks like me when I was a child."

He thought it was easy to make up a lie, but he had to admit that it took a lot of effort for him to make it up, not to mention that he hadn't lied to his father, but when this lie was exposed one day, the old man would definitely faint from anger.

but now……

Han Mo pursed his lips tightly, he had no choice but to say so.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, secretly bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to squeeze out a few crocodile tears.

"Dad, I was really wrong. Just say something, don't be angry." Xiaozhi moved his feelings with reason. No matter how hard-hearted the old man is, he can't ignore his big fat grandson.

Aunt Jiang turned her head to look at Father Han, and pushed him, "Say something, Momo knelt down, are you going to drive him out? I'll tell you old man, if you dare to take Momo and my grandson Get out and I will divorce you!"

Auntie Jiang really regards Han Mo as her son. Although Shao Wenfeng has come to visit her often recently, she has to admit that Han Mo behaves more like a family. Although Shao Wenfeng is close to her, she always feels distanced. Every time I come, I will buy a bunch of things and presents, as if I were a guest.

Shao Wenfeng was in the rebellious period when he was divorced, and later he followed Shao's father, which may be the reason why he became what he is now.

Father Han secretly glanced at the little baby who was hugged by Aunt Jiang and was no longer crying. Seeing that he was white and fat, with big black eyes just like Han Mo's when he was a child, the slight anger in his heart dissipated. When he looked at Han Mo, he still snorted fiercely.

"Your hair is all grown, right? You know you're messing around outside! How many times have I told you that it's okay to have a girlfriend, but don't do things that are sorry for others. Tell me, a girl in the family ended up with you in order to give birth to you. Life is at stake, how are you going to explain to her family!"

Han Mo was taken aback, then rolled his eyes, "She's an orphan..."

"Orphans are human too!" Papa Han raised his hand and slapped him. This was the first time Han Mo was slapped by him when he was so big.

"Old Han!" Aunt Jiang was taken aback, and quickly stretched out a hand to pull him.

"..." Papa Han was also stunned, but still looked at Han Mo angrily.

Pursing his lips, Han Mo scolded Shao Wenfeng in his heart. The damned man was slapped because of him.

"Dad, I admit that you hit me. I did it wrong, but Dad, do you really want to drive me out with your grandson?" Han Mo turned back and looked up at Dad Han with firm and serious eyes.

With a sullen face, Father Han snorted and stood up and went back to his room.

Seeing him like this, Han Mo heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Aunt Jiang and smiled wryly.Although his father didn't make a sound, he acquiesced to the identity of the little baby, but he couldn't accept his own statement for a while.

"Get up, stop kneeling." Aunt Jiang winked at him and asked him to sit beside her.

The little baby leaned against Aunt Jiang and sat in her arms. Seeing Han Mo sitting over, he immediately stretched out his little hand for him to hug. "Ah, ah, ah." The little guy can only yell but can't speak, but it can be seen that he still likes to be hugged by his father.

Han Mo's cheek was burning hot, he tilted his mouth and raised his hand to rub it, it was okay, his father didn't kill him, otherwise it must be very swollen.

"Baby, Dad." Smiling, he hugged the little baby who was screaming at him, Han Mo kissed his wet face, and wiped it again, "Auntie, thank you for taking care of my dad this year. "

"What are you talking about, kid, come back as soon as you get off the plane, I'll help you pack your luggage." Aunt Jiang patted his shoulder, stood up and pulled his suitcase into Han Mo's bedroom, but Han Mo He also followed her into the house.

"Auntie, I can clean up by myself. You can cook, I can do it myself." He didn't dare to ask Auntie Jiang to help clean up, maybe he could see some clues, and it would be even more difficult for him to explain.

Aunt Jiang nodded without forcing her, and turned around to leave the house.

Han Mo looked at the furnishings in the house. It was the same as when he left a year ago. It was obviously cleaned up often, and his heart returned to peace.

This is his home, no matter how smooth the life outside is, this is still the harbor where he can feel most at ease.

Putting the little baby on the bed, he squatted beside him with his legs crossed and shook the little boy's two hands, "Son, let's go home."

"Ah, huh, Uluru." The little baby opened his small mouth and uttered various alien languages, and Han Mo was actually happy to talk to him.

The father and son played for a while, Han Mo let out a sigh and kissed the baby on the cheek, changed his clothes and diapers and carried him out of the bedroom.

Father Han had already come out of the room, and when he saw Han Mo, he snorted sternly, but Han Mo didn't respond yet, and the little baby in his arms pouted, and was about to cry.

"Oh, grandpa's grandson, don't cry, don't cry." The old man quickly reached out to hug the baby when he saw that the baby was about to cry, but before he even touched the baby, he heard a loud cry.

"Wow, wow, wow~~~~!!! Ahhhhh!" The little guy cried again.

The old man was taken aback and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Old man, you scared him to tears again!" Aunt Jiang put the prepared meal on the table, came over and hugged the baby.

But this time the little baby was not allowed to be hugged by her. He kicked his legs in her arms and grabbed at random. Han Mo quickly hugged him back when he saw that it was not good enough, and let him lie on his shoulder and gently pat his back to shake.

Papa Han stood there with his arms outstretched, without letting go of his arms.

The old man was very sad. His grandson didn't like him. He would cry when he saw him and wouldn't let him hug him.

Seeing the old man's sad expression, Han Mo wanted to laugh.How long has he not seen his father's expression?ten years?five years?Anyway, it's been a long time.

Oh, good son, you have avenged your father. It still hurts from the slap that grandpa slapped your father. Be good, baby, you are really a caring little padded jacket from your father.

The little baby was lying on Han Mo's shoulder, biting his small fist, and gnawed at his own little fleshy hand with his small mouth that already had four teeth, sniffing his nose while gnawing.

Seeing that he stopped crying, Aunt Jiang quickly took a tissue and handed it to Han Mo, this little baby can really cry.

Holding the sobbing baby on the sofa, letting his fleshy butt sit on his left leg, holding his soft body with one hand, and putting a tissue on his nose with the other hand, let the little guy uh Hmm, blow your nose twice.

"Dad, just don't stare at him, he doesn't usually cry." Seeing the old man sitting next to him looking at the baby in his arms, he turned his head and explained to him with a smile.

Children are sensitive, he can feel whether you like him or not, even if it was Han Mo who was glared at by Father Han just now, the little one still felt scared.

Father Han looked at Han Mo with a stern face, but when the little baby saw it, he was about to cry, so he could only grin and take the peanuts on the table, shake them in front of the little guy, and clapped his hands, he was stunned. He smiled, "Honey, I'm grandpa, it's grandpa!"

Han Mo burst out laughing, the little baby in his arms tilted his head and giggled twice, reached out and grabbed the hand dangling in front of him, grabbed it, and shook his little hand, giggling and laughing non-stop.

Two little fingers were holding the peanuts and were about to put them in his mouth, Han Mo was so frightened that he grabbed his hand.

"Honey, you can't eat this, it stinks." The little guy had to swallow whatever he put in his mouth, and it was easy to get stuck in his throat.

Papa Han, who was chewing after throwing a peanut into his mouth, stopped chewing after hearing what Han Mo said, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Although Han Mo said that when he was young, but now it's Han Mo talking to the little baby like this, which is still a bit unacceptable.

"Ahem, is that what I taught you when you were young?"

Han Mo shrugged, took the baby bottle and hugged the baby in his arms to let him drink the milk by himself, nodded and looked at his father, curled his lips and complained nonchalantly, "Yeah, you told me back then that if you don't obey me The big bad wolf on the mountain is going to take me away, saying that the wolf grandma is watching outside, and if I sleep dishonestly, she will come in and eat me."

After he said this, he glanced at Papa Han, who had an embarrassed expression, and chuckled lightly. He tilted his head and rubbed against the old man's shoulder, and murmured coquettishly, "Dad, I'm back. I'm sorry for making you worry."

He could understand why the old man was so angry, so even if the old man slapped himself, he would not be angry.

Father Han blushed, and his eye circles became moist.Han Mo is his son, and my heart hurts even more when I slap him on the face.

Aunt Jiang looked at the two father and son sitting on the sofa and sighed softly. After all, they were father and son, so there was no gap between them.

"You didn't name him?" At the dinner table, Papa Han raised his eyebrows at the little baby who was put aside on the baby chair that Han Mo had assembled, and gave Han Mo a chicken leg.

Han Mo took the bowl of milk paste and fed it to the little baby. The little guy pursed his mouth and clicked, and he opened his mouth to ask for more, and fed him another mouthful.

Seeing that chubby face made Papa Han's heart itch, so he wanted to go over and kiss him.But maybe it's because they are still very unfamiliar, even though they have been courting for a while, the little baby still refuses to let him hold her, but she can touch his hands and kiss her face.

"I didn't choose a name. I thought you would give him a domineering name when you come back. Look how good my name is. Dad, you can give your grandson one too." After feeding the little guy two mouthfuls of milk paste, Han Mo turned his head and ate it by himself. meal.

The old man smacked his lips, nodded, looked at the little baby with big black eyes and thought for a while, then frowned slightly, "...I have to think about it, um, think about it, and I'll tell you tomorrow."

After quickly picking up two mouthfuls of rice, the old man put down the bowl and went back to the house. Han Mo looked at him with his mouth open and a smile, is this too excited?

Aunt Jiang rolled her eyes at Papa Han's back, sighed and shook her head, "Don't worry about him, let's eat."

Han Mo nodded, took a piece of fish and mixed it into the milk paste to feed the baby.

Bajibaji Xiaozui, the little baby frowned in dissatisfaction, opened his mouth twice and spit it out.

Sighed, wiped his mouth for him, and gave the little baby a single milk paste again. This time, the little guy seemed to have learned a lot, and he even sniffed it. After eating with his small mouth, he blinked his big eyes and looked at Han Mo , swallowed, and opened his mouth again.

"Hehe, this kid is really easy to feed. If the other kids had eaten two bites, they would have started playing." Aunt Jiang looked at him with a smile, and frowned slightly.Why does it feel like Wenfeng was quite similar when he was a child?

Han Mo nodded, but he said helplessly, "I just don't like fish, and I vomit once I eat it. He won't eat it if it's so nutritious. I'm afraid he's short of something." Turning to look at Aunt Jiang, seeing her In a daze, Han Mo shook his hands in confusion, "Auntie, is she tired? I'll just clear the table after dinner, and you go to bed early."

Aunt Jiang nodded slightly, looking at the little baby with doubts in her eyes.The more she looked, the more she looked, especially the shape of the face and mouth. If you say that the eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Han Mo, she chuckled and felt that she might be thinking too much.

Han Mo fed the little baby one mouthful by himself, and the father and son ate one bite at a time. The little guy was curious to see what Han Mo ate, and leaned forward, opening his small mouth to reveal a symmetrical up and down. With four small white teeth, he also wants to taste the rice in his father's mouth, it seems to be delicious.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, crushed a few grains of rice with a spoon and fed it to his mouth, then dipped some vegetable soup with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth for him to lick.

The little guy was late for the first time and was fed a salty meal. He slammed his mouth and swallowed it.

"Ah, ah, ah." The little hand waved, it was obvious that he liked this very much.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, hey, don’t eat fish, but eat fish soup?

He rolled his eyes, took an empty bowl again and made fish soup and fish into it, crushed the fish, poured some rice paste into it and mixed it.

Putting the milk paste aside, Aunt Jiang glanced at Han Mo's rice paste and asked in confusion, "Is this okay? What if he doesn't eat it?"

Han Mo shrugged, what else could he do? If he didn’t eat it, he would feed him milk paste again. Anyway, he just tried to eat some for the little guy first, maybe he could eat it.

I tasted it myself, and frowned as if it was a bit salty.Added some hot water and mixed it, it seemed a bit thin...

As a result, a bowl of fish and rice paste was mixed, and the little guy was full after two bites.

Although it was a bit wasteful, Han Moke couldn't eat it, so he had to throw it away.Fortunately, the little baby seems to like eating this way.

"I eat rice paste mixed with fish meat, but I don't eat milk paste. Why are you so picky." Wiping the little baby's mouth, he stretched out his hand to pinch his chubby cheek.

Aunt Jiang cleaned up the table, washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen. She saw Han Mo playing with the little baby on the sofa while pinching the flesh.

"Picky eater, picky eater, spanking next time picky eater." Grabbing his little feet and scratching twice, the little baby writhed back and forth like a chubby bear in Han Mo's arms, opening his mouth and screaming.

"Go and take him to sleep, do you want me to help you bathe him?" Aunt Jiang handed him a cup of hot milk, drinking this before going to bed at night will help you sleep.

Han Mo reached out to take the milk and drank it all in one gulp, shaking his head, he was the one who bathed the baby by himself, and he also washed it by himself.

"This little thing has to be tossed around for a while. I'll take him back to the house first." Standing up with the little baby in his arms, he turned the little guy to Aunt Jiang and waved his little hand, "Say good night to grandma."

The little baby gave me a special face, grinning and giggling, ahhh.

"So smart." Aunt Jiang smiled and touched his face, then watched Han Mo turn back to the room.

When she was free, she had to look for the photo album she put away. She remembered that it seemed to be in the cabinet at the beginning, so she would look for it tomorrow.She just felt that Han Mo's son was somewhat similar to her son Wenfeng.

But maybe it's also a child's relationship, and there's nothing wrong with their resemblance.

After Han Mo bathed the little baby, the little guy likes to play with water, sitting in the basin and tossing around, Han Mo could only wipe him clean and coax him to fall asleep before turning back to take a bath by himself.

Starting the next morning, Han Mo got up on time. He was used to this kind of routine of going to bed early and waking up early, and he had developed a good habit this year.

Touched the little guy's butt, changed him into a diaper and patted him. The little baby slept soundly. Han Mo went to make milk and put it on the bedside table to wait for the little guy to wake up.

After a while, I saw the little baby moaning and chirping twice, raising his little hand to rub his eyes, and breathing with his mouth open.

"Son, get up." Holding the little baby on his back, Han Mo picked him up and kissed the little baby's cheek.

Rubbing his big eyes, the little baby curled his lips and reluctantly was manipulated by Han Mo to put on his clothes. The little guy was about to cry after a few babbles.

"Put on right away, don't cry, don't cry." Han Mo quickly put on his clothes, then picked him up and handed him the bottle.

The baby with a flat mouth stopped crying as soon as he saw the milk bottle. He held the bottle in his arms with his small hand, opened his mouth and sucked hard on the pacifier.

"Little greedy cat." Pointing at his little nose, Han Mo chuckled softly.

"Momo, are you up?" There were several knocks on the door, and Aunt Jiang's voice came from outside.

"I'm up, auntie, come in." He tilted his head and responded, Han Mo supported the little guy and patted his back gently, and the little baby hummed twice and felt comfortable.

Aunt Jiang opened the door and saw him laughing. She walked over and waved to the little baby. The little guy rolled his black eyes and spit out the pacifier with his mouth open. Han Mo saw that he had finished eating.

"No wonder you're so strong, it's nice to be fat." Aunt Jiang reached out and touched the little baby's face, and the little guy started giggling.

"He is so fat, his body is full of flesh, but he is in good health and almost never got sick." Han Mo put on his pants, and then put on small socks to scratch the soles of his feet.

The little baby kicked his legs and giggled, raised his hand and bit his finger.

"Baby, smelly, I gnawed my hands as soon as I finished scratching my feet." Han Mo pulled his little hands away and hugged him and wiped his face with a wet towel.

The little guy turned his head in his arms, blinked his big eyes at Han Mo's chin, and touched it twice with his little hands.

Aunt Jiang stretched out her hand to hug him, but the little baby gave him a good face. He didn't cry, but just stared at Han Mo with big eyes.

"I'll take him out, you go wash up first." Turning around, she hugged the little baby and was about to leave.

Han Mo quickly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Auntie, no."

It was too late to say that, as soon as Aunt Jiang took a step with the baby in her arms, the little guy started crying at the top of his throat.

Aunt Jiang sighed and carried him into the house again, eh~?Stop crying, immediately, the tears are taken back.

Han Mo laughed sullenly, sighed, and went to pinch his cheek, "Ghost spirit." It's not a day or two for the little one to have this problem.

Before Song Xinji left, the little baby had to make a fuss every morning when he woke up. He had to hang around with Han Mo for two hours after waking up. If he couldn’t see Han Mo, he would cry. After all the trials, Song Xinji could control his tears freely. They all wondered if this little guy was too smart to play tricks at such a young age.

Aunt Jiang was almost frightened by the little baby's voice, she looked at Han Mo who was smirking inexplicably, "What's going on?"

Han Mo shook his head, carried the little baby back and put him on the bed, and took the rattle beside him to play with, "It's okay, it's just this problem, he cries if he doesn't see me for about two hours after waking up, who can coax him?" It's useless." As he spoke, he squeezed his fat and wrinkled arm, and the little baby was shaking and thrashing, "Auntie, go get busy, he can just play like this."

Aunt Jiang nodded, just took a step and then turned around, "You're about to wash your face and carry him out. Your dad has been tossing all night, but he has given him a good name, and he wandered around there all morning excitedly."

Han Mo nodded in agreement.

In the living room, Father Han held a notebook with a lot of scribbles on it, and showed it to Han Mo.

"Ye, it means bright and splendid, and it describes the talent exposed. This word is not bad. I read a lot of words, and this is the best."

Han Mo nodded, thought for a while and said silently in his heart, Han Ye?Han Ye...Master Han...something is wrong, why does it feel like a gangster?

"Dad, this name is good, can you add a word? Han Ye Han Ye's name, if you don't call it, you will become Han Ye. Isn't this a little bastard?"

Father Han thought for a while, and thought it was the same. He reached out and took the notebook and flipped through it. Well, I think Rui is a good word.

"Han Ruiye, how are you? You are smart, intelligent and talented, not bad."

Han Mo nodded, okay, it's a name anyway, the difficulty of writing this word is the next thing for the little baby, if you want to blame it, blame his grandfather for giving him such a difficult name.

"Dad, I'll go back to work in a while, you and auntie can take care of the kids at home."

Father Han nodded repeatedly, thinking that this matter was reliable.

"Okay, I'm so familiar with my grandson. By the way, how about your project? Who took care of the child after being outside for so long?"

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, remembering his excuse for leaving home, and err, he changed the subject indiscriminately.

It happened that Aunt Jiang came out of the bedroom with two photo albums, and he glanced at them in confusion. It wasn't his one, it should have been brought by Aunt Jiang.

"Whose photo is this?" He took the photo album and flipped through it. It was full of photos of children, ranging from small babies to three or four-year-olds.

"This is my son, let me see if he looks like a little baby?" Aunt Jiang laughed while pointing at the photo above, and even Papa Han came over to take a look.

Not to mention, he also felt a bit like it.

Han Mo flipped through the photos, his expression became stiffer the more he looked at it.

Why does the little guy in the photo looking at the camera with his butt pouted and a smirk look so much like his own baby son?Especially the shape of the face, lips and nose, just like a mold printed out.

He frowned slightly, opened his mouth to ask, but suppressed the words.

No, no, it's a coincidence.

Aunt Jiang hugged the little baby and pointed to the photo on it for him to see, but the little baby couldn't understand it, so she used her little finger to swipe back and forth on the photo, and twitched her fleshy buttocks.

"By the way, Xiaofeng said he would come over for lunch today, but he hasn't come yet." Father Han looked at the time, and it was already eleven o'clock.

Han Mo blinked, feeling even worse.

Aunt Jiang took out her mobile phone to check, and called Shao Wenfeng.

Shao Wenfeng was stuck in traffic right now, and when the phone rang, he knew it was from his mother, the adults, "Mom, I'm stuck in traffic, I'll be there in a while."

"Hurry up, Momo just came back yesterday and just had a meal today, so what's the matter if you're late." Aunt Jiang went to the kitchen with her mobile phone and scolded him in a low voice.

Shao Wenfeng hummed twice, "I know, I know, you hurry up and cook, I will definitely come in when the meal is ready."

He was looking forward to meeting Han Mo, but he wanted to see what Han Mo's expression was when he saw him.

In the living room, hold the little baby's two fleshy arms and teach him to walk.

"Baby, take your left foot first, then your right foot, come and walk slowly, Dad will support you." He didn't care if the little guy could understand or not, and led the little guy to move slowly.

Shaking his short legs tremblingly, the little guy raised his feet and took a small step forward. His legs were crossed and he stood there, looking up at Han Mo with his flat mouth.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows and encouraged him with a smile, "Baby is awesome, let's take another step."

The little baby frowned and wanted to sit on the floor, pouting and moaning twice, moving his little nose.

"Don't sit down, it's cold on the ground." Father Han gently stretched out his hands behind him to support him, afraid that he would sit down.

Han Mo pulled him forward, the little guy couldn't stand still, he lifted his foot and took another step.

"It's great!" Han Mott was happy, and he hugged him with a bright smile and kissed him.

"My son is awesome. I won't practice today, but I will practice tomorrow." Is it too early to teach children to walk?The little one is still unsteady.

"It's too early for you to teach him now, just help him stand on the sofa and lift his legs." Aunt Jiang, who came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, took a look and reminded Han Mo loudly.

Han Mo sighed and nodded, thinking it was the same reason.

"Dad, you tell him to play first, I'll take out the blanket and throw it in the living room and let him crawl and play by himself." Then he handed the little baby to Father Han, went back to the bedroom and took out the thick mattress.

Just before he turned around in the living room, the door was knocked twice.

"Momo go to open the door, it must be your brother back." Han's father hugged the little baby and supported him to stand on the sofa. The little guy liked the soft sofa very much, and his two calves were still bent and straightened, as if to Like bouncing around.

"Oh." He went to open the door with a blanket in his arms. Papa Han had told him just now that he had to be called Auntie Jiang's son, brother. He was four years older than him, and he happened to be thirty today.

Opening the door, he looked up with a smile, but was stunned when he saw the man standing outside the door.

"How do you know about my family?!" Han Mo's voice changed, not to mention his expression.

Shao Wenfeng grinned at him, leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, but was pushed away by Han Mo with a black face.

"You're looking for death!" He looked back and found that Aunt Jiang was cooking in the kitchen, and his father was with his son, so he didn't have time to look at him.

"Ah, ah, don't push, let me in." Pushed by Han Mo, Shao Wenfeng leaned back the door frame, ouch, Han Mo's expression of seeing a ghost is so funny, it really didn't waste him waiting for so long.

"What are you doing here! Go, go, don't let my dad see you." Han Mo waved at him like a fly, and was about to close the door as he said.

"Momo, is it Xiaofeng?" Papa Han turned his head to look, and asked when no one came in.

"Father Han, it's me!" Shao Wenfeng hurriedly replied before Han Mo could speak, pulled the stunned Han Mo into the room, and changed his shoes.

Han Mo was completely dumbfounded, standing by the door with a blanket in his hand, he didn't realize it for a while.

"Momo, what are you doing, close the door." Papa Han frowned and called out, hugging the baby well.

"Oh, just come." After closing the door, Han Mo pursed his lips and looked at Shao Wenfeng's shoes.

This time he doesn't have to deceive himself by saying that the photo of the rogue baby who misses his son is an outsider he doesn't know. Aunt Jiang's son is Shao Wenfeng. After the relationship was established, they still called out to Dad Han one by one. Hearing the voice of the old man being amused by his two words, he knew that the relationship between the two must be good.

He closed his eyes, calmed down his heart beating faster because he knew the news, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and after repeated several times, he walked back to the living room and threw the blanket on the floor.

"Come on, daddy." He reached out his hand to hold the little baby in the hands of Han's daddy and put it on the blanket. The little guy immediately pouted his fleshy buttocks and moved forward a few times with his bulging belly.

Shao Wenfeng's sharp eyes stared straight at the little baby, and the slightest suspicion in his heart was completely resolved.

This is his son. When he didn't see the little baby, he still doubted whether it was his seed. Now he completely believes that the blood relationship between father and son is what it is.

Han Mo looked down at the little baby with a stern face, not even giving Shao Wenfeng half of his eyes.

Father Han who was sitting on the side glanced at them both inexplicably, raised his eyebrows, looked at Shao Wenfeng and asked, "Didn't you say that you had cooperated with Momo before? Why? You two have differences?"

Shao Wenfeng shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and patted Han Mo's shoulder who was sitting on the blanket, "How could it be, don't think about it, Dad Han, maybe it's because I haven't seen Mo Mo for a year."

While talking, the hand that patted Han Mo's shoulder lightly exerted some strength, which meant to let him cooperate with him not to find awkwardness in front of the old man.

Han Mo hummed, and leaned forward to avoid his touch.

"Yes, I haven't seen my elder brother for a long time. Let's have a good drink or two in a while." His elder brother called out with a bit of gnashing of teeth, and now it's not about admitting or not having a child. The mother and brother are in chaos, and Lun has a child!

Han Mo really couldn't imagine how his father and Aunt Jiang would react when they found out about this incident, and they probably fainted from anger.

Aunt Jiang just finished the last soup dish, and when she saw the three of them chatting and laughing around the little baby, she called out, "Go wash your hands and come over to eat, I made a lot of special dishes today."

"Yes, Xiaofeng has two drinks with me." Dad Han stood up and patted Shao Wenfeng on the shoulder, "You came here by car? Are you going back to the company today?"

"No, I'll stay here with you." Shao Wenfeng shook his head and followed him to the dining room, saying as he walked, "If I drink too much, I can sleep with Momo in bed. Momo won't mind, right?"

Han Mo really wanted to scold him for being shameless, how could he be so thick-skinned!But he couldn't, he could only grit his back molars, turned his head stiffly and glared at him, nodded his head, "Yes, you can sleep on the floor."

God bless him not to pour the wine directly on his face and disinfect his face in a while!

The little baby turned over and giggled, showing his belly and kicking his legs, "Yeah, quack."

"Xiaofeng, this is Momo's son. Do you think he looks a lot like you when you were a child? His small nose and mouth are exactly the same as yours." Aunt Jiang came over and picked up the baby for Shao Wenfeng to see.

Shao Wenfeng nodded, glanced at Han Mo, tentatively reached out and wiped the little guy's soft hands, the little guy blinked his big eyes and looked at him curiously.

He has seen so many people these two days that he can't tell who is who. He only remembers Han Mo now, and the others are actually pretty much the same in his eyes and mind.

The little guy had a flat mouth, he was held in Aunt Jiang's arms, his legs were spread apart, and his pink and white penis was facing Shao Wenfeng.

Han Mo took a step forward and happened to see the scene below.

The little baby's dick moved, and when it reached the "clear spring", it flew straight down, urinated directly on Shao Wenfeng's face, and then urinated all over him.

After peeing, the baby giggled a few times.

The adults present were stunned, Han Mo let out a chuckle, and then couldn't help but bent down and laughed wildly.

Oh, hey, good son, he is really a good son of father, but it can be regarded as letting father out of this bad breath!

Shao Wenfeng, Shao Wenfeng, you didn't expect that, the first time you met, you were stabbed and splashed the boy's urine. Your son's urine must be fresh!Ha ha ha ha.

Papa Han and Aunt Jiang were also laughing there, and the little baby was very happy shaking his calf and giggling.

Shao Wenfeng raised his hand and wiped his face, but he was not angry.This is a gift from his son, it's not bad, the boy urinates to nourish his body, no matter how many people ask for it, he can't ask for it!

"Hehehe, change your clothes." Han Mo, who laughed for a while, coughed and looked at Shao Wenfeng. He couldn't let him eat in such a suit, at least he had to wash his face