In the name of father

Xiao Mo once heard that children have a rich imagination, and no adult has the right to kill it—it's just that the "child" in front of him now is the leader of the entertainment gossip brigade. His posture gave Xiao Mo the urge to punch him like the second amnesiac in the Xiao family.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes, picked up the bowl unhurriedly and took a sip of the sweet soup to suppress the anger in his heart—during this period, he could feel that Xiao Yan's gaze never left him, and stayed there from beginning to end. On the spot of black dog's blood on his hair.

Xiao Mo knew that Xiao Yan probably already guessed what happened.

But unfortunately, the twin brother's silence so far also let Xiao Mo know that he probably didn't intend to stop his brother - even though he is the only one in the entire Xiao family who can do this.

So Xiao Yan, who was not suppressed by Xiao Yan, became even more unscrupulous. He moved closer to Xiao Mo, and when the man lifted up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of sweet soup and brought it to his mouth, Xiao Yan suddenly poked his head over and took the soup in the spoon. A small piece of white fungus was swallowed directly into his stomach by the man's hand. Seeing Xiao Mo's dazed look, the corner of Xiao Yan's lips curled into a mischievous triumphant smile; People say that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, but Xiao Qi is by your side all day long, and you can do it anyway."

Xiao Mo: "..."

"—Let me guess... the housekeeper said you were out running the venue earlier. I don't think so. I think my brother and I are hindering your good business at home? The sofa in the VIP lounge of the venue is better than the bed at home. It's more comfortable, right?" Seeing Xiao Mo's silence, Xiao Yan continued to push forward even more, "Is it because someone who didn't know how to live or die suddenly opened the door halfway through the completion? You are really too impatient, do that? Why don't you lock the door for such a thing? You are in such a hurry that you put on each other's clothes backwards, because you are afraid that others will not see that there is something wrong between you?"

Xiao Mo was silent, and now he began to seriously consider investigating the situation of the Xiao family's family education—at least it wasn't like this when he was in the fifth grade.

Well, brat, since you don't want to be a child, then don't be.

We speak in adult mode.

The black-haired man took the sweet water left in the spoon after Xiao Yan had eaten the white fungus into his mouth without haste, and threw the spoon back into the bowl because the ceramics collided with a pleasant tinkling sound. He raised his eyelids, glanced at the stinky brat who was leaning in front of him, and also bent his lips: "Son, have you noticed that you seem to be fantasizing about your father."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Qi: "..."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Yan's eyes widened, his face instantly turned into a pig's color, as if he was frightened by something, he stepped back suddenly to open the distance between the man and himself - during this movement, his lips still hung The sweet soup that accidentally got on it during the fight for food just now is crystal clear.

Xiao Mo clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and once again sighed the good skin of the stinky brat, but taunted him in pursuit of victory: "Although you care so much about your father and my private life, I have a sense of happiness of being loved by my son, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be the hero in your dream when you first fell in love—"

"Stop talking nonsense! Old man, you are sick!"

Looking at the dumbfounded Xiao Yan, Xiao Mo paused, and the smile on his face became more gentle and kind. However, Xiao Yan was horrified by the smiling face for no reason, and wanted to turn around and run away. Next, he only heard the black voice in front of him. The hair man lowered his voice and continued: "Xiao Yan, I respect your right to fantasize, but if my son called my name the moment he ejaculated during DIY, I would still feel very embarrassed .”

Everyone in the house: "..."

The butler has disappeared.

The witty cook never appeared again except when serving sweet soup.

Xiao Qi stared blankly at the epiphyllum blooming silently outside the window.

Xiao Yan stood up, stretched out his hand, and gave Xiao Yan a heavy blow on the back of the head.

"Aww!!!—" Xiao Yan turned his head aggrievedly, his cheeks puffed up unconsciously, his amber eyes looked at his brother with delicacy, "Why did you hit me!"

"Enough is enough, it's too much tonight." Xiao Yan said expressionlessly.

"Damn, did you make a mistake—it's not my fault!" Xiao Yan yelled obscenities, looking extremely aggrieved, pointing at random and almost poking Xiao Mo's face, "Didn't you hear that? ——This old man actually seduced me! He is simply inhuman!"

Xiao Mo calmly lowered his eyes and looked at the fingers that were less than three millimeters away from his face. The fleshy white and tender nails of the small paws were very neatly trimmed. It really didn't look like the bear claws of a bear... Yan's eyes swept over his face, and the man took his eyes back without haste, and said lazily: "You think too much, son, even if I like men, I won't be hungry To attack his own son, let alone—"

Xiao Mo put the bowl of sweet soup back on the coffee table, picked up Xiao Qi's bowl and handed it to him: "I like things that are big and well done."

Holding the sweet soup in his hand, Xiao Qi continued to let go—because he was a little unsure whether lying down in the Xiao family's father-son struggle was also within his business scope.

As for Xiao Mo's terrifying speech, Xiao Yan just frowned in disapproval. The one who reacted the most was Xiao Yan next to him——At this second, Xiao Yan seemed to hear something explode in his brain. Open to collapse... For example, his three views that seem to have formed but have not yet formed.

With red eyes, he stared at the smiling Xiao Mo, his handsome face swept away his usual complacent look, and he looked like he was about to cry anytime he was stimulated any more, his eyes were full of disgust, disbelief and Other indescribably complicated emotions——

"Old man, do you want to be ashamed?!"

Do you want face?

Xiao Mo rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand thoughtfully, and suddenly remembered what his old man told him in his previous life, so he blurted out slowly: "The face is given by others, if others don't give it to me, I don't want it."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Staring at Xiao Mo for a while, until Xiao Yan was sure that the other party had no intention of apologizing at all, the younger brother of the twins snorted loudly and turned around abruptly, with a landmine under his feet, like a Godzilla. The room ran wildly, and then slammed the door again!

Xiao Mo sat where he was, admiring the verb form of "tears running" for a while, his face was still calm, calm and breezy, without any guilt——

Although he set a new record that his son was so angry that he ran twice and slammed the door twice as soon as he got up from the hospital bed.

When Xiao Yan's energetic and earth-shattering door slam sounded next to his ears, the man was even in the mood to touch the bridge of his nose and tease: "It looks like the relationship between father and son is about to break."

Then after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong—this was said, as if the Xiao family's father-son relationship had once been complete.

At this time, Xiao Yan withdrew his gaze from Xiao Yan's room door, and called Xiao Mo with a paralyzed face.

Xiao Mo expressed his understanding of his cheap son calling him by his first name—because right now he couldn't think of anything else that he couldn't understand.So Xiao Mo hummed, raised his head to look at Xiao Yan sincerely, and in the next second, was dumped by his cheap eldest son with a glamorous and noble face——

"you're so boring."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he turned around and left - Xiao Mo could guess with his toes that he was probably going to appease Xiao Yan's anger again... Although he may not be a good son, he is definitely a good brother.

Xiao Yan's light walk does not look like Xiao Yan's rush. If there is a thunderbolt on the bottom of Xiao Yan's feet, then Xiao Yan's soundless footsteps are more like a swishing cold arrow, which makes Xiao Mo feel a sense of indifference. The illusion of "this son seems to be more difficult to deal with".

Discussion: A simple way to get rid of your son's anger twice a day.

Until the scene after dinner reappeared, in the living room at this moment, only the silent Xiao Mo and Xiao Qi, who was like a ghost beside him, remained.Xiao Mo thought for a while, raised his head and glanced at the expressionless man in suit standing beside him all the time, then he seemed to react, looked at Xiao Qi's face and said, "I'm sorry, I made you lie down."

Xiao Qi was silent, do you want him to answer "It's okay" at this time?Or "Master did the right thing"?No matter how you think about it, this kind of answer is very strange, so Xiao Qi simply kept silent.

Sure enough, Xiao Mo didn't care at all whether he answered or not, he just sat on the side of the sofa and ate the sweet soup one bite at a time - in that way, Xiao Qi could easily find out that the man at this moment was probably not at all. He didn't know what he was eating, and it wasn't until the hour and minute hands of the wall clock on the wall pointed to twelve o'clock that Xiao Mo cleaned up the last bit of food in the bowl, raised his head and asked Xiao Qi in a nonchalant manner: " Am I too much?"

"Back to Lord Mo," Xiao Qi replied honestly, "You seemed to be more patient in the past."

"Oh." Xiao Mo thought for a while, and began to sincerely sympathize with the original Xiao Mo who had disappeared without a trace, so he asked as if he was dying, "But I gave birth to them and raised them, and I didn't want to be alone. Isn't it right that your son is like an enemy to you?"

This sentence came out of Xiao Mo's mouth, almost like making trouble out of no reason - but Xiao Qi didn't know that at this moment, in Xiao Mo's skin, he was actually a completely different person, so the man just remained silent for a while , just reminded softly: "The living expenses of the young masters are personally arranged by the deceased master."

Oh, that is to say, it's right that I don't have anything to do with being a father, right?

To put it simply, Xiao Mo is a complete steamed stuffed bun, right?

However, I heard that there is a saying "If it is a bun, don't blame the dog for thinking about it"—and, if Xiao Mo is a bun, shouldn't the son he gives birth to be a normal bun... These two brothers are obviously The strange kind in the steamed stuffed bun, right?Jaws and claws...

"—Xiao Qi, I think I'm probably in menopause."

"...Master Mo, my subordinates remember that after November this year, you will only be 26."

"..." It's just a joke, don't answer me so seriously!

"Master Mo, it's getting late, go to bed early, you just woke up today, so it's not appropriate to work too hard."

"...Is it too late to say this now? I've had a lot of scares today."

"...?"

"I lied to you, I don't mean to blame anyone." The man sitting on the sofa slowly closed his eyes, and the curvature of the corners of his lips when he smiled made him look really tired, leaning against the soft On the sofa, he raised his hand and waved, "Go to sleep first, and I'll sit down for a while."

So Xiao Qi really left honestly, Xiao Mo looked at his back and was a little speechless - in fact, he really doesn't mind this guy's disrespect and rushing up to give him a hug.

"……Uh."

Xiao Mo hiccupped sadly, and subconsciously glanced over the coffee table, only to realize that at some point, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan's two bowls of sweet soup were also cleaned up by him... So, at this moment At this moment, the black-haired man leaned gracefully halfway in the empty living room, touched his stomach, and sighed——

"It seems that I'm full."