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Han Mo's bite was quite heavy, and the little baby, who was held in the arms of Han's father, tilted his head, moved over and bit his grandfather's chin with his mouth open.

Aunt Jiang was startled, and quickly reached out to stop him.

This little guy's teeth are very sharp now, and he won't let go of his bite.

Shao Wenfeng raised his eyes to see it, and quickly squeezed Han Mo's cheek to let him go, "Hurry up and bring the baby here, Dad's jaw will be bitten off in a while."

Han Mo turned his head to look, and when the little baby saw him looking at him, he quickly let go of his teeth, twisted his body and giggled, while laughing, he patted the little meaty hand and screamed non-stop.

Taking a wet towel to wipe the baby's mouth, Han Mo scolded with dissatisfied eyes and said, "Why do you bite everything, Baba, it's dirty."

Father Han stared, raised his hand and slapped Han Mo on the forehead, "What are you talking about! Can you talk?"

Han Mo pursed his lips, then took a tissue and handed it to Shao Wenfeng, motioning him to wipe the place where he bit his nose and the saliva.

"Bite so hard, your nose is sore." Shao Wenfeng wiped his nose with a tissue, touched the tooth marks on the tip of his nose, and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

Han Mo rolled his eyes at him, hugged the baby, took the peanuts on the table, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, turned his head to look at Father Han, raised his eyebrows and said, "Dad, does your neck hurt?"

Papa Han was taken aback, then shook his head reflexively, "It doesn't hurt, what's wrong?"

"I saw you tilting your neck for a long time, and thought you would have a sore neck." Han Mo squinted his eyes, clearly despising Han's father's eavesdropping behavior.

Shao Wenfeng chuckled from the side, and hugged the little baby into his arms. The little guy raised his head, looked at the man, then at Han Mo, and then decisively stretched out his little fleshy hand towards Han Mo, "Dad, Dad .”

Han Mo was happy, raised his hand and brought him back, raised his eyebrows at Shao Wenfeng arrogantly, and said provocatively: "Did you see it, my son is still with me."

"Momo, are you and Xiaofeng proposing marriage?" Papa Han asked, looking at his son and Shao Wenfeng staring and smiling, it was cunning.

Unexpectedly, his son could be so proactive.

Han Mo was stunned, even Shao Wenfeng and Aunt Jiang were also stunned.

Han Mo hadn't thought about the marriage proposal at all, even if Shao Wenfeng had mentioned to him the matter of obtaining the certificate in the past, he was distracted by saying that after the new year.

Shao Wenfeng was just stunned for a while, and then laughed, "Dad, it's impossible for Mo Mo to propose to me, he's shy."

Aunt Jiang pouted, feeling a little disappointed.

At this moment, Aunt Jiang was looking forward to Han Mo giving birth to a big fat boy for the family as soon as possible, so she often talked with Shao Wenfeng alone. The only point of conversation was to ask him to work harder and strive for a baby in the family in the new year.

Although Han Mo knew that Shao Wenfeng's words were meant to provoke him, he yelled directly: "It's just a marriage proposal, who said I'm shy!"

Father Han laughed, and Aunt Jiang nodded in satisfaction, yes, yes.

Shao Wenfeng wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned over in front of the old couple, then kissed him on the lips, and licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue in a hooligan way, "Hey, what about yours? Shouldn't it be Right."

Han Mo pursed his lips, took out the ring from the other trouser pocket and threw it to him, pouted, "What are you doing?"

"Put it on for you, this is evidence, lest you go back on your word." Putting it on his left ring finger, Shao Wenfeng kissed the back of his hand happily.

Han Mo snorted softly, but he didn't say any harsh words to run the man down.

Aunt Jiang clapped her hands and applauded to express her blessing.

"Mom, don't help the tyrant, Shao Wenfeng is a bandit at all. If I don't tell you that I proposed marriage, he might not be ashamed."

Han Mo pouted, watching the old lady's dissatisfied protest.

"Momo is stubborn. I'm going to cook the dumplings. The ones were cold just now." Aunt Jiang smiled and stood up and walked to the kitchen. Han Mo then stood up and carried the baby to the kitchen with Aunt Jiang.

"Mom, if I give you another big grandson, how will you reward me?" Holding the fat son in one hand, he grabbed a piece of roast chicken left over from the night and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, feeling hungry.

"Really? Then what do you want, Mom will buy you something." The old lady even slowed down the speed of making dumplings when she heard his words, and turned her face to look at him in surprise.

Han Mo shrugged and picked up the plate of roast chicken, turned around and walked into the hall, "I don't know if it's true, I suspected it was wrong last time, I'll check it later, Mom, don't forget, promise me Liao Ang, what do I want, what do you buy for me?"

Aunt Jiang smiled and nodded repeatedly, "You brat is counting on my old lady's savings, so what your father and I saved will be given to you in the future."

"That's different. Shao Wenfeng is so rich, so I have to have a small coffer. The couple must live with a small coffer." Han Mo pouted and walked out of the kitchen door.

Aunt Jiang laughed, but she didn't object to his words.

Shao Wenfeng looked at the plate in his hand and frowned, reached out to take it but didn't put it on the table, stood up and went to the kitchen, heated it in the microwave before serving it to Han Mo.

"Two days ago you were still clamoring that your stomach felt comfortable, eat less if it's cold."

Han Mo nodded obediently, reached out and picked up a piece of chicken breast, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it for a long time.

If he had been asked to predict the future a year ago, he would never have dared to say that the handsome, handsome and wealthy man in front of him would become the kind of husband he is now. Make yourself comfortable, and be able to take care of your children as a dad and make money to support your family. Most importantly, this handsome man is now obedient to him, even frowning, he is so nervous that he thinks he has some kind of disease .

"Dad, the baby will be more than one year old after Chinese New Year, do you need to send him to early education class?" Han Mo grabbed the chicken thigh and took a bite, chewing.

Father Han looked at his bulging cheeks, and then glanced at the little baby sitting in his arms who was also gnawing chicken paws and grinding his teeth, and also had bulging cheeks.

Raising his hand to pinch the little baby's cheek, Papa Han shook his head, "You have been to some early education class when you were a child, and you have learned everything well. I am not too old to move, so I can teach you well."

Papa Han deserved to be the leader, his eyes were wide open and his arrogance leaked out.

Han Mo curled his lips and said to himself, what do you teach, spoiling the child all day long is almost spoiling the sky, and he almost let his son pee on the old man's neck.

"Dad, you can teach us, of course you can rest assured, but you and mom are getting older and older, no matter how good your body is, you can't be tired. This little guy is growing faster and faster. When he can run and jump, he will definitely be more mischievous. Then you two won't be able to move."

The old man thought about it for the same reason, but now the grandson is still young and the old couple can take care of him.

"When the baby is three years old, you can send it to the kindergarten directly, and you don't need to go to the early education class." The old man usually reads a lot of news, and always feels that although early education has advantages, it also has disadvantages.

Han Mo nodded in agreement with the old man's words. Anyway, they didn't plan to move out. Although the house was not as big as the other houses, he felt comfortable living with his father.

Shao Wenfeng glanced at his son who was already dozing off in his arms, stretched out his arms to hug him and sent him back to the bedroom, Han Mo went to the kitchen to serve dumplings, steaming dumplings were on the table, and the show on TV was almost over.

"Mom, don't ask us to wake up for dinner tomorrow morning. Momo may not be able to fall asleep after eating too much for a while."

Shao Wenfeng put the baby to sleep, and when he went out, he saw Han Mo sitting at the dining table stuffing dumplings into his mouth one by one, frowned and walked over to stop Han Mo who had already eaten half a plate of dumplings, and reached out to touch his protruding stomach department.

"Don't eat, you still can't sleep after eating so much at night." He frowned and looked at Han Mo worriedly, the man said dissatisfiedly to him.

Han Mo put down his chopsticks obediently, curled his lips and looked at the man, "I don't think I'm full, the appetite has grown in the past two days."

"..." Shao Wenfeng glanced at his stomach in confusion, raised his eyebrows uncertainly, "Are you pregnant?"

Han Mo shrugged and spread his hands.

"Even if you're pregnant, it's impossible to react so quickly, right? How long is it? It's only a month. You're too impatient."

Shao Wenfeng nodded, thinking in his mind that he would take Han Mo to the hospital for a check-up after work. Recently, he has worked so hard to sow seeds, and the chance of not being able to conceive is too small.

Han Mo was thinking that the possibility should be quite high, but it was because of this that he was not sure. He had already lied about the military situation last time. If he did it again, I am afraid that Shao Wenfeng would be able to push him to the bed until he was pregnant.

Father Han dozed off on the sofa, and the old man took a nap in the afternoon, but he was sleepy now.

Aunt Jiang couldn't stand it anymore, after all, it's good to be able to survive until the Chinese New Year is ringing the bell at an old age.

Han Mo raised his hand to put away the plates and bowls, and smiled at Aunt Jiang: "Mom, you and my dad should go to bed quickly, we will clean up here."

Aunt Jiang nodded and followed Papa Han back to the bedroom.

Shao Wenfeng took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Han Mo took advantage of this moment to take a shower, lay lazily on the bed, put his precious son next to his pillow and kissed and kissed again and again.

"Sleepy?" Shao Wenfeng sat sideways beside him, turned around and turned on the phone.

Because he wanted to spend a quiet year with Han Mo, the man turned off his phone early and refused to be disturbed by anyone.

As soon as the phone was turned on, a beeping text message sounded, and the man flipped through the text messages one by one, except for the ones for New Year's greetings, they were for sales promotion, and some unfamiliar numbers sent for dates.

He frowned, and simply deleted them all.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows at the side, and reached out to take his mobile phone. Some of them were slow to accept, and the fish that slipped through the net were seen by Han Mo, and the content...

Gee tut.

Han Mo pursed his lips and snorted softly, "Hey, Boss Shao, Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao is really affectionate, and even went out to have a candlelight dinner, why doesn't he just say that he wants to give birth to you?"

Shao Wenfeng watched him talking nonsense there, sighed and went to bed and hugged him in his arms. Han Mo groaned twice, threw the phone away, turned around and bit the man's neck.

"If you dare to toss again, I will cut you up!"

He has already willingly gave birth to a second child to this stinky rascal, if he dares to let him down, be careful that he is rude!

Shao Wenfeng can only smile wryly, what else can he do?His baby bump is jealous.