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

After sending the message, she felt she was being dramatic and wanted to retract it, but her finger hovered over the screen for two seconds.

Before I even had a chance to click, a reply came.

【I miss you as well.】

He Wanqing stared at the screen, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She placed her phone face down on the table, picked up her pen again, and continued reading the contract.

The pen nib scratches across the paper, making a soft, hissing sound.

Mo Ye glanced at his phone; it was 4:09. He had just put his phone away when the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

There's no such thing as extending class time in university. As soon as the bell rings, students have already started packing up their textbooks—or rather, they've already finished packing up a few minutes in advance.

That's how university is. Teachers talk about what they teach, and students do what they want. You don't cause me trouble, and I don't cause you trouble. We maintain a subtle balance without saying a word.

Mo Ye put his phone in his pocket, picked up his bag, and walked out.

When he passed by Shen Qing and Wang Jie, the two of them were looking down at something and didn't even notice him leaving.

It's past four o'clock, there's still plenty of time.

Instead of going directly to the kindergarten, he turned into a small street near the school.

There's an old photo studio on the street corner. It's not big, and the lettering on the sign is faded, but the owner is skilled and the prices are reasonable.

Mo Ye pushed open the door and went in, the wind chimes tinkling once.

The shopkeeper looked up from behind the counter. He was a man in his fifties, wearing reading glasses, wiping a lens with a velvet cloth.

"Developing photos?" The shopkeeper put down what he was holding and came over.

Mo Ye nodded and sent the photos from his phone.

There are photos taken in Tuanjie Village, showing Tongtong holding a piglet and He Wanqing wearing a straw hat.

One of the photos was taken on a birthday, with crooked buttercream flowers on the cake and the three of them covered in buttercream.

There are also a few photos he secretly took at the Western restaurant at noon today. He Wanqing is holding a blue rose, looking down to smell the fragrance of the flower, her eyelashes are curved.

The boss flipped through the photos one by one, then suddenly smiled: "Your wife and daughter are really beautiful."

Mo Ye smiled too, the smile spreading from the corners of his mouth to the depths of his eyes: "Thank you."

While operating the machine, the boss chatted casually: "You don't look very old, but you got married quite early."

"If you find the right person, settle down as soon as possible," Mo Ye said naturally.

The boss nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

One by one, the photos came out of the machine. Mo Ye took them and looked at them. The colors were reproduced very well, and even the crooked butter flower on the cake was clearly visible.

He then picked out a few more picture frames, made of natural wood, simple and clean, which matched the photos well.

He also brought Tongtong's painting, which depicted three crooked little figures.

The shopkeeper took it, looked at it, said nothing, found a suitable frame to put it in, and when he handed it back, he even wiped the glass on the frame with a soft cloth.

After paying, Mo Ye carried the bag out of the photo studio. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the bag.

A number of parents had already gathered at the kindergarten entrance.

Mo Ye parked the car and had just walked to the door when he saw a small figure jump out from inside.

Tongtong, carrying her little bear backpack with her two little pigtails swinging back and forth, spotted him from afar and immediately rushed over like a little cannonball.

"Daddy~ Tongtong is here~"

Mo Ye crouched down and caught her steadily: "Was Tongtong good today?"

Tongtong nodded vigorously, her little pigtails swaying as she said, "Tongtong is very good! Tongtong is a good girl!!"

She suddenly noticed that the car she was driving today was different, tilted her head, and asked, "Why is Daddy driving Mommy's car?"

Mo Ye led her to the car: "We're going to pick up Mom from get off work now."

Tongtong looked up at her with a surprised expression: "Mommy got off work so early today?"

Mo Ye helped her into the back seat and fastened her seatbelt: "Yeah."

Tongtong swung her short legs and started humming a song, but no one knew what she was singing; the tune had gone completely off track.

The car wasn't driven into the underground parking garage; instead, it was parked directly in front of the company.

Mo Ye picked Tongtong up and led her inside.

The receptionist was tidying up her things when she caught a glimpse of someone coming in. She looked up and smiled professionally, then froze.

Isn't this the handsome guy from last time?

He was also holding a young lady's hand.

They have the same face and the same bright eyes; they really are family.

The receptionist was internally screaming, but she maintained a professional smile and spoke in a voice as steady as a robot: "Mr. Mo, Miss."

Tongtong tilted her little face up and sweetly called out, "Hello, big sister~"

The receptionist finally couldn't hold back her smile and waved, "Hello."

Mo Ye nodded to her and led Tongtong into the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, and the corridor was quiet.

He Wanqing's office door was ajar, and the sound of papers being turned over could be heard from inside.

Mo Ye pushed open the door and saw He Wanqing leaning back in her chair, stretching, her arms raised above her head, her waist forming a beautiful arc.

She stopped moving when she saw the two figures, one large and one small, at the doorway.

Tongtong immediately waved her chubby little hand: "Mommy~ We've come to pick you up and take you home~"

He Wanqing stood up, a smile curving her lips, and walked quickly over.

She reached out her hand. Tongtong looked at her mother's outstretched hand. Did her mother want to hug her?

Before she could finish thinking, He Wanqing grabbed her armpit, pulled her out of Mo Ye's arms, and put her directly on the ground.

As soon as Tongtong's feet touched the ground, she saw her mother rush into her father's arms.

She stood on the ground, tilting her head back to look at the two people embracing, her little mouth slowly pouting.

Mom's naughty...

She lowered her head and nudged He Wanqing's thigh with her head, like a puffed-up little calf.

He Wanqing glanced down at the little dumpling rubbing against her lap and ignored it.

She leaned against Mo Ye's chest, her voice soft: "You came just in time, I had just finished my work."

Mo Ye put his arm around her waist and looked down at her: "We're on the same wavelength, aren't we?"

He Wanqing reached out and touched his chest, her palm pressed against his shirt, feeling the strong beat of his heart: "His heart is beating for me."

Before she could retract her hand after she finished speaking, she saw Mo Ye reach out to touch her chest.

He Wanqing glared at him, turned aside to avoid his hand, and stepped out of his embrace.

Mo Ye's hand hovered in mid-air, looking at her with a pitiful expression: "Why won't you let me touch you? You've already touched mine."

He Wanqing smiled slyly, picked Tongtong up from the ground and held her in her arms: "I won't let you touch her."

Tongtong crossed her arms over her chest, her little face puffed up with anger.

Now, Mom and Dad hug each other first before hugging Tongtong, and Tongtong feels neglected...

He Wanqing knew what she was thinking and poked her puffed-up cheeks: "You still want to fight with Mommy for Daddy? Will Mommy hold your future husband?"

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