On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Chapter 881 Don't Like Him
An An and Nao Nao didn't mind watching the excitement. They squirmed in Mo Yan's arms and said coquettishly, "Mr. Mo Yan! Sing a few songs for us!"

"Yes, Mr. Mo Yan, we want to hear it."

Mo Yan stared at the two little girls for a moment, and he could see many complicated and intertwined emotions in their eyes.

There is anger, there is doubt.

He suddenly felt something in his heart, and his brows were filled with sadness, but at the same time, there was also some relief in his eyes.

Little Baozi has a delicate mind. Although he is soft and reticent on weekdays, now that he has grown up, he has the ability to think about problems on his own and dares to raise questions...

"Now that the princes and princesses have spoken, Mo Yan would rather obey orders than be respectful."

The brows of Little Steamed Dumpling and Little Baozi suddenly tightened. Mo Yan spoke slowly, and a smooth melody sounded. It was not a natural sound, but every word and every sentence was in tune. It was completely different from the person in their impressions. .

Xiao Baozi suddenly lowered her head in a low mood, and Xiao Zhandiao patted her back gently to express relief.

They didn't notice that although Mo Yan's expression remained calm, he was very careful when singing. He was using his hands hard to prevent his voice from shaking.

Those dark and narrow eyes never left the two sisters for a moment. Deep in their eyes, there was great regret and self-blame.

He really didn't sing well. He had practiced hard for them for a long time, but this song wasted him for a long time...

How can An An and Nao Nao appreciate whether the singing is good or not? If Mo Yan can open his voice, then it sounds good!
The two brothers lay excitedly in Mo Yan's arms, making a fuss and saying, "It sounds great! Mr. Mo Yan, can you sing another song?"

An An also nodded, "Yeah, really, it sounds good!"

Mo Yan chuckled and did not answer, but looked at the little bun, "What do you think, Princess?"

Little Baozi bit his lip and stared at Mo Yan, unable to tell what he was feeling.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Mo Yan is more powerful than my father."

Mo Yan couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub the little bun's head, lovingly and pityingly, "It's getting late, you'd better go back and rest soon."

This all-too-familiar feeling shocked Little Baozi's heart.

Her body was a little stiff, and she looked up at Mo Yan, feeling even more suspicious.

She would never forget this feeling and warmth in her life, let alone mistake it, but why...

Xiao Steamed Dumpling gently pulled his sister to bring Xiao Baozi back from his thoughts. The two sisters followed Mo Yan to Zhangui Palace again.

When they arrived at the door of the dormitory, An An and Nao Naolai refused to get down from Mo Yan. It wasn't until Xiaozizi pretended to be angry that the two brothers got down obediently and followed Xiaozizi into the dormitory, turning back and forth.

Before closing the door, Nao Nao did not forget to say, "Mr. Mo Yan! You will come tomorrow to pick us up!"

"Okay." Mo Yan agreed, then his eyes fell on the little bun left behind.

The little bun smiled at Mo Yan and said, "We have already arrived at the dormitory. Master Mo Yan, please go back quickly. Thank you very much for today."

"Sister A and I can coax our two younger brothers well, Mr. Mo Yan doesn't have to worry."

Mo Yan frowned slightly, but still held his hand towards her, "Yes."

After all, he turned and left.

It wasn't until the black figure submerged into the night that Little Baozi frowned and returned to the dormitory.She first went to An An and Nao Nao's room and found Xiaozizi Dumpling staring at the bulging bed in front of her with a helpless expression.

Little Baozi understood immediately, walked over and patted the two little dumplings hidden under the quilt, "An'an, Nao Nao, go to bed quickly, or if you can't get up tomorrow morning, my mother and I won't take you to see your uncle. Grandpa."

"By then, you won't be able to see Mr. Mo Yan anymore."

As soon as the sound fell, the two sisters saw that the quilt that had been bulging like a hill just now suddenly flattened down. Two small bodies were crawling in it, and suddenly two small round heads emerged from the top of the quilt. .

An An Naonao stared at the steamed dumplings and steamed buns while her legs kicked restlessly.

Nao Nao said: "But we can't sleep. Sisters, can you tell us a story?"

Little Steamed Dumpling was a little helpless, and just when he was about to speak, Little Steamed Dumpling was a rare moment of tenderness, "Just this once, I won't do it next time!"

"Okay!" When An An and Nao Nao heard that Little Steamed Dumpling was about to tell a story, they immediately became quiet. Little Steamed Dumpling calmed down and told the story to the two little dumplings very seriously.

"A long, long time ago, there were two little foxes living carefree in the yard with their mother. Suddenly one day, the mother told the two little foxes that they could leave here, so..."

Little Baozi listened to the story of Little Steamed Dumplings with emotion, his eyes a little astringent.

Sister A is clearly telling the story of how they used to be with their mother in the palace. In fact, Sister A is the one who feels the most uncomfortable until now...

The two brothers didn't know the deeper meaning of this story. After hearing about the father fox who appeared later, they thought of Mo Yan for no reason.

However, after two or three days of getting along, they all liked Mo Yan even more, especially the feeling of having a father, which was so good!

As they listened, the two little babies became sleepy, their eyelids were heavy and they finally fell asleep peacefully.

Both brothers smiled sweetly and were very happy.

Little Steamed Dumpling stopped making any sound, and just stared at the happy faces of his brothers, a little lost in thought.

She suddenly spoke up and said softly, "Tell me, what are they dreaming about?"

After Little Baozi covered the two little babies with quilts, he took Little Steamed Dumpling's hand and went to their room. "Perhaps, like my sister, I dreamed of eating candied haws."

Little Steamed Dumpling held Little Baozi's hand tightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

The little bun suddenly asked: "Sister, what do you think of this Mo Yan? I don't think he looks like anyone, either?"

The little steamed dumpling's eyes trembled, but he turned his head away with disdain and snorted coldly.

"No matter who he looks like, I think Mo Yan is just a scheming man, just like his scumbag father!"

"I don't like either of them!"

She gritted her teeth and said this, but Little Baozi understood it instantly. He looked at Little Steamed Dumpling with wet eyes and hugged her tightly, "Sister, even though you tell everyone so, only I know that you He just likes to be tough-talking."

The little steamed dumpling still raised his head stubbornly, with a tight face, "I'm not harsh, I just don't like them, they are all bad!"

The little bun hugged his sister tighter, his voice a little crying.

"But sister obviously still cares about my father. Back then, when you learned that my father was seriously injured..."

(End of this chapter)