The crown prince's pet

Ever since Mo Xiyao opened her voice, Wen Xin has loved her son even more dearly.

Now no matter when and where, I cry when I eat, cry when I sleep, and cry when I wake up...

Every time Mo Sijue had a rare chance to make out with his wife, the little guy closed his eyes and started to cry.

Mo Sijue had observed Mo Xiyao, he was very skillful when he cried, it seemed that he only needed to use a little force to shout, and there were no tears in his eyes.

As soon as he cries, no matter how urgent the matter is, even if Mo Sijue has successfully overwhelmed his wife, Wen Xin stares at him and begins to resist desperately.

The son became the chief culprit for destroying their husband's relationship!

Mo Sijue protested, grabbed Wen Wen's arm and shouted, "Don't go!"

"Your son is crying!" Wenxin hurriedly turned down from the bed. After Xiyao's [-]-day banquet, Rokana returned to England, and Mo Sijue also realized that his son had become an obstacle between him and Wenxin, and immediately The crib was moved from the guest room to the master bedroom, but he never managed to throw his wife down as he did.

Wenxin looked at Mo Sijue's tangled face, and now he was suspected of competing with Mo Xiyao's little friend.

"He did it on purpose!" Mo Sijue shamelessly grabbed his wife's hand and refused to let go. Beside him, little friend Mo Xiyao was already crying louder and louder.

Damn, he used to mistake his son for being "so good"?

The illusion was completely deceived by this kid!

"Let go!" Wen Xin was angry, her voice couldn't help but a little higher, Mo Sijue let go of his hand pitifully, and then looked at his wife hugging his son tenderly like a wronged daughter-in-law.

If he didn't know that it was still a three-month-old baby, Mo Sijue would have thought that the brat looked at him with...provocation?

Mo Sijue walked out of the room angrily, and ran to the study alone in a muffled voice. He sat in the middle of the night and didn't see Wenxin come to ask him to go back to his room.

This dead boy, why can't we get along with him!

Feeling aggrieved, Mo Sijue began to harass his gang of princeling brothers non-stop.

He Lianye was sleeping in a daze, when he suddenly received a call from Mo Sijue, his tone of shock was worse than seeing a ghost, which made Mo Sijue even more agitated.

"The wives have married and returned home, and the son has also been born. Prince, can you stop making trouble?"

He Lianye squeezed the soft body in his arms, and the anger in his heart immediately decreased a lot.

When he hung up the phone, Mo Sijue listened to his words, "If you can't do it, let's play some tricks and see who is the most important in Wen Xin's eyes, you or your son?"

Mo Sijue had a flash of inspiration, hung up the phone with a "snap", then ran to the balcony to enjoy the wind all night, and ran back to his room to take a cold shower in the morning.

Sure enough, he got his wish and "sick"!

Wenxin has already gotten up and played with Xiyao for a while, but there is no movement from the people on the big bed.

The son has been crying and fussing for the past two nights, and Wen Xin is so tired from tormenting him that he doesn't even know when Mo Sijue will return to his room.

Thinking of this, she immediately felt guilty. She seemed to have neglected her husband during this time.

"Hey, Mo Sijue..." Wen Xin didn't see Mo Sijue's response after calling a few times, only the sound of his heavy breathing, Mo Xiyao couldn't help but grab Dad's hair, carelessly pulling.

Mo Sijue's head was in a daze, and he was forced to be crippled by the little guy, he replied angrily, and Wen Xin hurriedly touched his forehead with his hands in fright.

"You have a fever?" Wen Xin was taken aback, Mo Sijue's health has always been fine.He doesn't appear to have been ill since the knife wound to his chest healed more than a year ago.

Wen Xin was nervous now, she was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

"Shall we go to the hospital?"

"Not good! You don't need to go to the hospital for minor ailments!"

"Then I'll call the doctor to come home?"

"No! It's just a cold, don't bother!"

"Then what should I do? I'll find medicine for you..."

"Don't eat! I want to eat you..."

After Mo Sijue finished the last sentence in his heart, he suddenly smiled sinisterly. Seeing his wife busily serving him, Mo Sijue was almost overjoyed.

All morning, Wenxin fed him water, changed towels, and tested his temperature with her forehead against his forehead from time to time. Mo Sijue fell asleep and sweated, but there was nothing wrong with it, but He enjoyed the process of his wife serving him very much, just lying on the bed like this, seeing Wen Xin not even caring about hearing Xi Yao cry, he was even happier.

It's just that such good treatment only lasted until night, after Wenxin fed him the nutritious porridge, she said hesitantly.

"Well... you are sick, can you sleep in the next room?"

Mo Sijue's eyes widened, and before he could swallow the last mouthful of porridge, he coughed hastily.

Wenxin patted him and said, "I'm afraid that Xiyao will be infected if we stay in the same room with you, or else I'll take him to the guest room to sleep?"

Mo Sijue beat his chest and stamped his feet, dare to feel that Wenxin threw his son to the nanny this day, just to prevent the little thing from being infected by him?

Wen Xin didn't give him a chance to refuse, she directly stuffed two pills into his mouth, and then handed him a water glass, "Here, take the medicine and sleep, you should be fine tomorrow!"

"Husband, good night!" Wen Xin kissed his forehead, then packed up the dishes and chopsticks he had finished eating, and went downstairs in a hurry.

This night, Mo Sijue still stayed alone in the empty room!

Mo Sijue had been ill for a whole week with this illness, and his fever subsided by the next day, but Wen Xin was worried, and insisted on taking Mo Xiyao to live in the next room for a week, and the little guy slept next to his mother. For the sake of it, she nestled in her arms without crying or fussing until dawn.

Mo Sijue's gain outweighed his loss, he didn't even kiss his wife's little mouth, which made it easier for the little white-eyed wolf.

Sleeping in a daze, Wen Xin was suddenly lifted up by someone, and then she fell into a warm embrace. She subconsciously hugged her body tightly, but found that it was not the small and small body she had imagined. , soft body.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Sijue's handsome face enlarged in front of her, and she had already returned to their bedroom, their bed.

"Huh? Where's Xiyao?" No matter how sleepy Wen Xin was, she would never forget her son.

As soon as Mo Sijue heard that her words were all in Mo Xiyao's name, he pinched her shoulders with his hands like a resentful husband, and asked unwillingly, "Xin'er, do you love me, or him?"