Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

The two accounts, each costing 10 yuan more, were indeed very "poisonous," as they ran into a small-scale racing team in the very first game.

What happened next was a foregone conclusion.

Shangguan Wan'er always gets a kill every time she takes off, the Monkey King is elusive, and Hou Yi's ultimate skill seems to be equipped with GPS.

Twelve minutes later, the crystal exploded.

"Defeat!"

When the failure sound effect played, Shen Qing silently picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the table, took a big bite, and thought to herself as she ate, thankfully she hadn't said what to eat.

Wang Jie pushed up his glasses: "The Golden Game... has failed."

The three boys looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed—they had just been boasting that they would carry him to victory.

Looking at her 0-6-1 score, He Wanqing's ears turned red: "It's all my fault..."

Qin Yue looked at her 0-9-0 score, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing—this score was too embarrassing to comfort anyone.

Two powerful women, each a force to be reckoned with in their respective fields, are now being brought to the brink of despair by a game.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw their dejected looks.

"Let's play one more round," he said. "This time, Wanqing, you play Yao and stick with me."

He Wanqing nodded.

In the second game, Mo Ye finally got the jungler position and locked in Jing.

"It's here, it's here," Shen Qing rubbed his hands together. "There's something to say about Mo Ye's mirror!"

Sure enough, once the game started, Mo Ye's mirror was like a precise killing performance.

Start by invading the enemy jungle, get first blood in one minute, control both dragons in three minutes, and become a godlike player in six minutes.

He Wanqing's Yao rode on his head, experiencing the thrill of "winning without lifting a finger" for the first time—

She only needed to provide control when necessary; the rest was up to the figure weaving through the enemy lines.

"Double Kill!"

"Triple Kill!"

"Quadra Kill!"

The rousing voice broadcast rang out again and again.

Mo Ye's fingers slid across the screen, each skill release as precise as a scalpel.

He Wanqing was somewhat lost in thought as she watched.

Mo Ye looked focused, his profile appearing particularly deep in the dim light of his phone.

She suddenly remembered his patience when teaching Tongtong how to roast chicken wings, his gentleness when catching his daughter's "culinary disasters," and the all-melting light in his eyes every time he looked at her and Tongtong.

This man seems to be so earnest in everything he does that it's captivating.

"Penta Kill!"

The sound effects of the pentakill pulled her back to reality.

After wiping out the enemy team, Mo Ye led Yao to push directly to the high ground, causing the crystal to explode.

"Victory!"

Later, Mo Ye started to create monkeys.

After winning six games in a row, He Wanqing and Qin Yue's rank rose from Gold to Platinum.

The two women looked at the screen showing they had successfully advanced, smiled at each other, and finally regained some "dignity."

"Wanqing's little man, you're too awesome!" Qin Yue exclaimed. "Now I believe you're the best in the country."

Shen Qing chuckled: "That's right. Back then, Mo Ye's monkey defeated all the top streamers on the national server."

Mo Ye just smiled, exited the game, and glanced at the time—it was almost eleven o'clock.

"That's enough for today," he said. "Tongtong is already asleep."

Only then did everyone notice that the little dumpling in Mo Ye's arms had fallen asleep again, its little head resting against his chest, its mouth slightly open, and a wisp of drool quietly slipping out.

He Wanqing took out a tissue from her bag.

Mo Ye took the baby and gently wiped away her daughter's drool. He then adjusted her position to make Tongtong more comfortable.

"Let's call it a day then," Shen Qing stood up. "We'll get together again next time!"

"Yes, let Mo Ye carry us again next time!" Wang Jie chimed in.

Qin Yue leaned close to He Wanqing's ear and whispered, "Your little man is something else~"

He Wanqing's ears turned slightly red, and she gently pushed her, saying, "Let's go!"

The group walked out of the private room, chatting and laughing.

Mo Ye held the sleeping Tongtong in one arm and held He Wanqing's hand with the other.

"Are you tired?" he asked in a low voice.

He Wanqing shook her head and turned to look at him: "I had a lot of fun today."

........

It was already late at night when we returned to the villa in Qingzhuyuan.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway quietly turned on, casting a warm glow.

Mo Ye carefully handed the sleeping Tongtong to He Wanqing and bent down to change his shoes.

He Wanqing held her daughter with such gentle movements that it was as if she were holding the most precious porcelain in the world.

She looked down at Tongtong's rosy cheeks as she slept, her eyelashes casting soft shadows under her eyelids, and her heart melted.

"I'll take Tongtong to wash up first," she said softly.

Mo Ye nodded, watching her carry her daughter upstairs, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Twenty minutes later, He Wanqing came out of the children's room and gently closed the door.

Mo Ye had just finished showering and came out of the master bedroom, her hair still dripping wet and her body smelling fresh from the shower gel.

"Is Tongtong asleep?" he asked, his gaze falling on He Wanqing—she had changed into comfortable loungewear, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders.

"Hmm," He Wanqing nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her voice, "Tonight... let Tongtong sleep in the children's room by herself."

Mo Ye paused in his steps: "Not coming with us?"

He Wanqing pursed her lips, her eyes flickering slightly:

"Tongtong is three years old now, not a two-year-old anymore. She should learn to be more independent... Always clinging to her parents is not good for her development."

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and a faint blush rose to her ears.

Mo Ye blinked.

Is three years old considered old?

He had little experience in raising children and was a first-time father.

But He Wanqing's statement makes sense.

Moreover—he glanced at the tightly closed children's room door, then looked at He Wanqing's slightly flushed cheeks—and vaguely understood something.

"Okay," he suppressed a smile and nodded seriously, "You're right."

He Wanqing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but also seemed even more nervous.

She hurriedly said, "I'm going to take a shower," and then fled into the bathroom.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut.

Mo Ye stood there, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and touched his nose.

Then he turned and went into the master bedroom, intending to find a book to distract himself.

But as soon as I picked up the book, a blurry figure appeared on the frosted glass of the bathroom.

The misty air outlines graceful curves.

Mo Ye froze, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He almost instinctively looked away, but his eyes involuntarily glanced back.

Two little people instantly split in my mind—

The little devil rubbed his hands together, grinning lewdly: "What a coward! That's my wife! It's legal! (σ≧︎▽︎≦︎)σ"

The little angel said with a righteous expression, "We are upright gentlemen! Peeping is wrong! ٩(๑`^´๑)۶"

The little devil: "I'm not afraid of my wife touching me directly, and she even kissed me today. Look what's wrong! (▼皿▼#)"

Angelic Little Man: "Anyway, peeping is wrong! (σ;*Д*)σ Death penalty!"

Then, under Mo Ye's watchful gaze, the little devil "roared" and swallowed the little angel whole.

Mo Ye: (°ー°〃)

He stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.

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