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Han Mo sat there in a daze, with a stiff expression.

He suddenly realized that no matter how much he changed his relationship with Shao Wenfeng, he still couldn't escape the title that they were brothers in name.

Panic is the kind of fear of hurting the father's heart, and the panic of not wanting to lose the man who just decided to date together.

Papa Han was a little dumbfounded seeing his sudden change of expression, and didn't understand why Han Mo looked so sad.

His heart tightened, he didn't want to see his only precious son showing such an expression, his Momo should be happy, full of confidence, cunning and bad, it shouldn't be like this.

He put his hand on Han Mo's shoulder and patted it, "Son? Dad just wants to know if the baby is the child born to you and Xiaofeng."

He had been suspicious for a long time.

Han Mo is his son, even if he doesn't know much about his personality, he has lived for so many years after all.

Father Han asked himself that he had seen a lot of the market before retiring, and that the old man had seen too many people of all kinds. How could he not know about the changes that have taken place between Han Mo's return from abroad and the present.

The little guy said that he looked like Han Mo's eyebrows and eyes, but he was more like Shao Wenfeng's nose, chin and face shape. He was not stupid. Could it be that Xiaofeng's attentiveness to him after Mo Mo came back was fake?

Han Mo pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale.

"Dad...me and him...we..." Han Mo pursed his lips and took a deep breath, but stuttered and didn't know how to start.

But his reaction has confirmed Father Han's guess. Although the old man had vaguely guessed this point, hearing Han Mo's behavior equivalent to default made his heart beat faster.

Shao Wenfeng knocked on the door and came in with his probe.

He saw Han Mo sitting there with his head down at a glance, and saw the stern-faced and silent old man beside Han Mo, and he had a clue in his mind.

After closing the door and walking in, he stood in front of the door without moving.

"Xiaofeng, is this little baby your and Momo's child?" The old man raised his head to look at Shao Wenfeng, expressionless.

Han Mo sat there with his head down all the time, Shao Wenfeng couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and he didn't know how Han Mo answered this question.

But he looked at the serious eyes of the old man, took a deep breath, walked over and stood in front of the father and son, and nodded heavily.

"Yes, the baby is the child of me and Momo, Dad Han, the baby is born of Momo, my son."

The man's voice was firm and unquestionable, Han Mo suddenly raised his head, and saw his 60-year-old father jump up and slap Shao Wenfeng on the face.

with a snap.

Shao Wenfeng didn't hide, just got hit, turned his face, sucked his nose, and lowered his head, "Father Han, if you think you can vent your anger by beating me, I won't say anything even if you beat me to death, but please don't be angry. Mo’s anger, it’s all my fault.”

Father Han shook his hands, turned his head to look, and saw the inkstone on the desk at a glance.

The old man likes to engage in some literature and art when he has nothing to do. Practice calligraphy to cultivate his sentiments.But now because he has to take the little baby out for a walk in the sun every day, so he hasn't used the inkstone for a long time.

Walking over to pick up the square inkstone, he waved his hand and smashed it on Shao Wenfeng's head.

With a bang, the inkstone wasn't broken, and Shao Wenfeng's head didn't bleed, but it made him dizzy.

Han Mo was dumbfounded, and hurried over to stop the old man who was about to hit him a second time, "Dad! Dad, don't do this!"

Father Han was trembling with anger, he had slapped his son back then, but the slap just now had been returned to Shao Wenfeng, now the inkstone was just for the sins of the worst.

Shao Wenfeng shook his head and grinned.

You can feel it without touching him, there must be a big swollen bag.

Panting heavily, the old man sat back on the sofa under Han Mo's tugging, grunted and looked at Shao Wenfeng.

Han Mo turned back to look at him, seeing that his face was pale and worried, so don't be fooled by it all at once?

"Are you okay? Shao Wenfeng?"

"It's okay..." Shaking his head, Shao Wenfeng looked at the old man, "Father Han, I want to be with Momo, do you agree?"

Han's father stared at him and knocked on the sofa, "I don't agree!"

Han Mo was taken aback, and pursed his lips.

He... didn't want to give up on Shao Wenfeng.

"Father Han, it's useless even if you don't agree, I'll be with Momo." Shao Wenfeng suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, sat aside with his arms around Han Mo's shoulders, and looked at Papa Han's appearance without the restraint just now and tight.

Will follow, not want to follow, not want to follow.

The difference of only one word made Papa Han acquiesce in the existence of Shao Wenfeng, the door-to-door son-in-law.He is old, and he can see some things very clearly. His children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and he does not want to impose the ideas of the older generation on his children.

They are adults and they have their own standard of living.

Apart from the happiness of his son, Father Han didn't know what else to expect in his lifetime.He wants his only son to be happy, and he won't stop it.

but……

Papa Han glanced at them and sighed.

"Don't tell your mother about this, she may need to accept it." In fact, if Aunt Jiang hadn't told herself time and time again that the little baby looks like Shao Wenfeng and his suspicions, I'm afraid I wouldn't have it so easy Guess this ridiculous thing.

He can accept his son to have a child because he accepts Han Mo's choice.

Aunt Jiang couldn't accept it, and it is estimated that a large part of the reason was due to the unnecessary ethics.

To put it bluntly, sometimes women care about different things than men, so this matter... It's better to slowly infiltrate with her.

Obviously, both Han Mo and Shao Wenfeng agreed with what Papa Han said, especially Shao Wenfeng.

That day, I just admitted that the little baby is my child, and her mother has already found an excuse for herself to overthrow this statement. If his mother finds out, I'm afraid she will faint from fright.

Do you want to tell the old lady, "Mom, the baby is the child of me and Momo, and Momo was born in October." These words...

Tsk, if you say it, the house will be lively.

Wait a little longer, at least the time is not yet ripe.

Shao Wenfeng nodded, stood up and pulled Han Mo up together, "Father Han, don't worry, I will treat Mo Mo well. I know I was a jerk before, but I won't in the future."

After saying this, he bowed deeply.

Han Mo stood aside and looked at him, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

He didn't know how to express the fluctuation in his heart now, he only knew that Shao Wenfeng's performance today made him feel differently.

Warm, very comfortable, very happy.

Father Han snorted and waved his hands to let them go out.

He had to take it easy, he knew a lot today.

Aunt Jiang is sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV with her baby in her arms. The old lady likes to listen to Peking Opera recently. The singing voice of babbling comes from the TV. The baby sitting in her arms is curiously tilting her head to the left , tilted his head to the right, and hummed twice from time to time in his little pink mouth.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Aunt Jiang turned to look at it, smiled and pointed to the kitchen at Han Mo, "I cooked small glutinous rice balls for you as a supper, and served them myself."

Han Mo hummed and went to the kitchen, filled a bowl for his father and sent it over, and then brought out three small bowls and put them on the coffee table.

The little baby smelled it, moved his small nose and big eyes, looked at the steaming small bowl, and waved his little meaty hand to grab it.

Fortunately, Shao Wenfeng who was sitting on the side stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, the little baby twitched his buttocks in dissatisfaction and hummed.

During dinner, Han Mo kept thinking about what his father wanted to tell him, so he didn't have a good appetite and didn't eat much. Now that he smelled sweet, he was really hungry.

He scooped up the small glutinous rice balls and stuffed them into his mouth, squinting his eyes satisfied, and turned his head after eating two in a row. He smiled and looked at Aunt Jiang, "The glutinous rice balls cooked by Auntie are delicious."

Shao Wenfeng curled his lips. He didn't like these sweet things. Seeing Han Mo's smile, he quickly pushed the bowl over and lifted his chin, "I'll give you all."

The little baby grumbled twice, and pouted dissatisfied.

Han Mo turned his head and fed the little glutinous rice balls he was biting into his mouth to the baby. The little guy pursed his mouth and knew how to grind the soft glutinous glutinous rice balls with his teeth.

After eating, he opened his mouth and said ahh, he still wanted to eat.

Han Mo looked at the only three small glutinous rice balls left in the bowl, and felt a little bit reluctant, but his precious son was looking at him expectantly with his mouth pouted and big watery eyes, and he couldn't tolerate his reluctance.

He bit another half and fed it to the little guy. Han Mo laughed watching him chewing and chewing. It was so fun. His chubby little face was puffy. It is like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

After feeding the little baby two small glutinous rice balls in a row, Han Mo ate the last one into his mouth. He pouted with the little baby, swallowed it and showed him one mouthful at a time, "No more."

The little baby blinked his big eyes, flattened his small mouth, sucked his small nose, raised his head, and cried out with a wow.

He still wants to eat, still wants to eat~~! !

Looking at his son crying bitterly because he couldn't eat the glutinous rice balls, Han Mo reluctantly scooped up two spoonfuls of soup and fed it to him, leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Don't cry, you greedy cat."

Aunt Jiang tilted her head to look at him, and sighed, "Momo, take your baby to sleep. You just got out of the hospital and you should have a good rest."

Han Mo nodded and glanced at Shao Wenfeng, "Are you going back?"

The man was hit hard by his father just now, and his face was also slapped. I don't know if this man is thick-skinned or what, but his face didn't swell up.

Shao Wenfeng shook his head, stood up holding the baby.

The little guy stopped crying, every time there was thunder and rain, and seeing that Han Mo ignored him, he stopped crying, but the circles of his eyes were a little red.

"Mom, go to bed early, we'll rest first."

Aunt Jiang hummed, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Maybe it's a habit. The old lady is used to her son's shameless behavior of rubbing the bed. Anyway, she lives here for eight out of ten days. She should really consider whether to collect rent with her son.

Han Mo went to take a shower. He just had his stitches removed and it is not suitable to take a bath. He used a water-retaining cloth to stick his right abdomen, and after a quick shower, his body came out.

Shao Wenfeng had already lulled the little baby to sleep. Seeing him come out, the man raised his eyebrows and whistled.

"Are you planning to seduce me?"

Han Mo rolled his eyes at him just because of a bath towel around his waist, and while wiping his head, he walked over and touched the place where he was just smashed. Unexpectedly, a bag.

"Is it painful?"

"Yeah, it hurts." Shao Wenfeng nodded lightly, put his arms around his waist with a wry smile, "If Papa Han pushes harder, I guess I'll be the one to go to the hospital and you will take care of me."

Han Mo snorted softly and pouted.

Well, for the sake of his being smashed, let him rub it as hard as he can.