The emperor's wife is addicted to seducing his wife: his ex-wife is captured

Chapter 243 She Is Just Like Him

"Then... is that your attitude towards my mommy?"

Mao Mao tilted his head, and his face similar to Jun Yan was questioning. If he hadn't been sure that the person in front of him was his son, he might have thought that it was Jun Yan talking to him, so that he wouldn't say anything to Jun Yan. Ling Banfen's excessive move.

Mu Shaocheng stopped suddenly, looking at Mao Mao's face in a daze.

"I am your father, and I will treat you and your mommy well in the future."

He didn't know how to explain this kind of problem to Mao Mao. He panicked when he saw Jesse say that to Jun Ling in the restaurant just now. He was worried that Jun Ling would agree. In that case, what should he do? manage?
The extreme panic made him unable to do things that embarrassed Jun Ling and unacceptable to Mao Mao.

"Young Master Mu, I respect my mommy's choice. As long as she likes it, I think it's fine. So, whether she chooses Jessie, you, or any man who will appear in the future, she will like it. It's all good, I will accept you all, and I will also evaluate you, I hope that one day the person standing by my mommy's side is a man who can take care of everything for her, instead of letting her face all the hardships of life alone."

Mu Shaocheng was dumbfounded and completely speechless.

Mao Mao wrung his little hands. When he said these words, he was very calm, even talking to Mu Shaocheng like Jun Ling's parents. He could see Mu Shaocheng's shock, but he remained motionless.

"It is undeniable that you are a very successful man, and you may also be a great father. However, in view of your many criminal records, I will treat you like other men in a selfless way."

Mu Shaocheng laughed angrily, and he simply pulled over the car and stopped, "Then what kind of man do you think is the man who can carry everything for your mommy? Is it like the man just now?"

"Jesse is a very good man." Mao Mao couldn't be fooled by him. Last year when he and Xiaobao went out to sketch, he fell into the river and was almost washed away by the water. It was he who tried his best to save him, so Mao Mao was right. Jesse is also very grateful.

"what about me?"

Mao Mao glanced at him, "I have a lot of criminal records."

"..."

"I know you more than you think. It's not that I don't believe that you can't protect Mommy, but just because you can protect her, you bring her and me more troubles and smiles than Jesse. Six You still refuse to say why you left my mommy years ago, but I think it must be the reason why you are ashamed to say it. I just want to ask you now, can you really take care of my mommy?"

"Of course!"

"Okay." Mao Mao nodded, "My mommy is not something you can handle just by thinking about it."

"It's up to you to say it."

Mu Shaocheng was both distressed and tired. The distress was because he felt sorry for Mao Mao's sensibility, and the distress was because he felt that it was too difficult to communicate with such a child. He was not as easy to fool as a five-year-old kid.

"Are you taking me home?"

"No, let's go home."

Mu Shaocheng turned on his mobile phone and called Jun Ling, telling them that they were on their way home. Jun Ling's anger seemed to spread through the satellite signal.

The two cars stopped at the gate of the courtyard within 5 minutes. When Jun Ling entered the room, he saw Mu Shaocheng sitting on the floor with Mao Mao and playing with Mao Mao. Her eyes were focused and soft, and she moved slightly. pause.

Mu Shaocheng looked towards her when he heard footsteps, and smiled slightly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that today."

Jun Ling's eyes flashed. If the same thing had happened six years ago, he would have wanted to tear her apart, but today he even apologized!
She snorted, twisted her body and walked into the depths of the room.

Mu Shaocheng raised his eyebrows, he was surprised to see his son who was persistently painting, he rushed over, picked up Mao Mao and kissed him.

Mao Mao wiped his saliva with a look of disgust, "Are you crazy?"

"Crazy, crazy happy!"

Mu Shaocheng kissed Mao Mao's face again and again, his eyes almost burst out with excitement, it turned out that Jun Ling's weakness was Mao Mao!
Mao Mao snorted twice, but did not resist his approach, and sat in his arms and moved. He wrote very quickly, and it didn't take long for a portrait of a character to emerge from his pen.

Mu Shaocheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was a little shocked when he looked at this son. Just now, he didn't even maintain Jun Ling's posture for 2 minutes, but he actually drew it after just one glance.

"Can this painting be given to me?"

Mao Mao glanced at him, "Didn't I give you one?"

Mu Shaocheng just smiled, his eyes were still looking at the drawing board with nostalgia.

"Actually, my mom draws better."

"Well, I know." He smiled slightly, remembering the paintings Jun Ling once drew.

"You come with me."

Mao Mao tugged at Mu Shaocheng's hand, took a peek at Jun Ling in the back of the room, and pulled him out lightly.

In the next room, Mao Mao pointed to a suitcase taller than him, "Open it."

Mu Shaocheng stepped forward to open the suitcase, and the things inside were neatly arranged, but Mu Shaocheng could tell at a glance that it was definitely not packed by Jun Ling or Mao Mao.

Mao Mao walked over, rummaged through it with his chubby hand, and found a picture album from it after a while, "I secretly hid this."

Taking the album from him, Mu Shaocheng looked at him inexplicably, could it be that Jun Ling painted it?

Opening the album under Mao Mao's expectant eyes, Mu Shaocheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the thick stack, but after opening it, he found that there was actually only one painting in it, and it was a very large one.

This piece of paper is thicker than normal paper. Judging from the brush strokes on the paper, this painting has been modified many times, especially his face and his eyes.

"I found this in the trash can. I hid it secretly while Mommy wasn't at home. If you like it, you can take it away."

Mu Shaocheng didn't seem to hear it, and stared at himself in the painting with dazed eyes. Jun Ling had painted him before, but not many times. How many times in the past six years he had guessed that there would be no more him in her paintings.

However, at this moment, he could almost see Jun Ling's appearance when he painted this painting through this painting, entangled, sad, heartbroken, heartbroken...

All of this is caused by him.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, looked up and saw the worried look in Mao Mao's eyes, "Can I go see your mommy?"

"Uh...if she doesn't reject you."

Mu Shaocheng carefully put the painting back into the album and clipped it, and walked towards Jun Ling.

Jun Ling was holding a book in her hand, but she couldn't read a single word. She had to admit that she was actually very worried that Mu Shaocheng would compete with her for custody of the child, and she was worried that Mao Mao's relationship with Mu Shaocheng would get worse. The better it is, the more worried that Mao Mao will not want to live with her anymore.

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and the familiar masculine breath swept her over the mat. She blinked blankly, "What are you doing?"

"I just want to hug you."

His voice was extremely hoarse, as if she had gone through emotional ups and downs just now, she was struggling to push him away, not wanting to be hugged even tighter by Mu Shaocheng,

The scorching breath sprayed against her ear, she flinched slightly, and the man said in a low voice, "Don't move, let me hug you."

In the past six years, you suffered the same suffering and sadness as me, which made me more sure that you still have me in your heart.

However, Mu Shaocheng didn't know that sometimes two hearts can't be together if they are happy.

Before the brain gave the order, the body was held motionless by him, feeling the overwhelming melancholy from his body, those sentimental feelings that made her seem to be ignited at the same moment.

Mu Shaocheng looked at the girl who suddenly soared into the air from his arms, she pushed him with an angry face and tried to push him out, but the room was too big.

"Jun Ling, what's wrong with you?" He put away the sadness in his heart and watched her sudden resistance.

"Get out, I don't want to see you!"

Her voice was indifferent, as if she wanted to break all the quiet atmosphere.

"Why? Jun Ling, I won't leave. From today on, I will live here."

"What?" Just kidding, this is her home!

"I want to live here, with you and Mao Mao."

Mu Shaocheng said seriously.

"Do you think we can be together again? Mu Shaocheng, let me tell you, it's impossible!"

Some resistance emanates from the heart, some resistance grows from the soul, and some resistance cannot be rejected at all. Mu Shaocheng doesn't understand, and Jun Ling can't bear it.

The two looked at each other calmly, and Mu Shaocheng tried to find the root cause, "Can you tell me why? Jun Ling, why are you so resistant to my walking in? There are a hundred steps between us, and if you don't want to go, I will take a hundred." Can't even step?"

"No, because you will step on my foot after walking a hundred steps."

"Jun Ling, we shouldn't be like this, we shouldn't be so lifeless, we..."

"Those fiery episodes are over, Mu Shaocheng, have you ever seen ashes after being completely burned? I am."

Mu Shaocheng was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that those once dazzling eyes had become calm and indifferent, or rather cold, like a pool of stagnant water. No matter if he was making waves, or fishing and rafting, he would never float on the lake of her heart. Make a little noise.

He pulled her into his arms, "No, no matter you are a burning flame or ashes after burning, I will embrace you and own you forever and ever."

Jun Ling sneered, not entirely true to what he said.

Mu Shaocheng didn't force her to understand now, he put his hands on her shoulders and said in a low voice: "Mom will be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and we will take Mao Mao to pick her up together, okay?"

Jun Ling didn't say a word, neither agreed nor refused, she was right to take Mao Mao, but she wouldn't go with him.

"Think about it first, I won't force you."

"Aren't you forcing me too much?" Jun Ling sneered, from six years ago to six years later, he was always irresistible, only she kept compromising.

Mu Shaocheng's hands were slightly stiff, and they slid down from her shoulders to her waist abruptly, pressing her waist into her arms, "If I don't force you, you won't let me get close to you again."

As he spoke, he slightly lowered his head and held her full lips. The soft kiss did not contain sex, but it carried his piety and heart.

(End of this chapter)