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

Mo Ye nodded.

He suddenly slapped his forehead and lowered his voice, "I think I forgot to buy Wan Ning a gift."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, intending to say "no need to bring it for her," but then changed her mind.

She thought for a moment and said, "Since it's your first time visiting, it's perfectly reasonable for me to buy her... ten years' worth of college entrance exam questions."

Mo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and said with a wry smile, "Be serious."

Why is his Wanqing so cunning now?

Wan Ning is already working, yet she still wants to let her dead memories attack her.

He Wanqing smiled, thought about it seriously, and said, "A figurine will do."

Mo Ye pondered for a moment: "How about giving her a Detective Conan figure? She studies law, so if I give her a Eri Kisaki figure, she's the queen of the court in the story, and she should like it."

He Wanqing nodded.

So I'll have to go shopping again tomorrow.

Mo Ye reached out and touched He Wanqing's face, his voice lowering with a hint of a smile: "I'll buy you bear underwear tomorrow."

He Wanqing glared at him, her tone cool: "I'll buy you a keyboard tomorrow; you should be able to use it."

Mo Ye quickly waved his hand: "I have so many keyboards, I can't possibly use them all."

He Wanqing remained expressionless, her voice completely flat: "Alright, I'll buy you a durian."

Mo Ye was startled, his voice changing tone: "Can we not buy it?"

He Wanqing said calmly, "You have to choose one."

Mo Ye thought for a moment and then made a difficult choice: "Then I'll choose the keyboard... at least it doesn't have any spikes."

He Wanqing nodded in satisfaction, her slender fingers waving lightly in the air, effectively sentencing Mo Ye to death: "If you disobey, you'll be punished by kneeling on the keyboard."

Mo Ye inwardly groaned, "Why are girls so fond of this kind of thing?"

You'll either kneel on a keyboard or kneel on a durian.

He touched his knee and secretly planned to buy an iron knee brace tomorrow.

He Wanqing narrowed her eyes and stared at him: "What are you thinking about?"

Without hesitation, Mo Ye answered, "What kind of knee brace do you want to buy?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had let something slip.

He Wanqing's voice drifted over, cool and tinged with danger: "What? You really don't want to listen to me?"

Mo Ye quickly shook his head, his expression sincere: "No."

He Wanqing pressed on, "If you didn't have any, why did you buy knee braces?"

Mo Ye choked.

Sure enough, girls' IQ in this kind of thing is comparable to Einstein's, not to mention that she is Einstein-level to begin with.

He muttered something under his breath, so softly it was almost inaudible: "Then I won't buy it."

He Wanqing nodded in satisfaction, her tone softening as she said, "I'll buy you a piano tomorrow."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "I'll buy you a Hanfu tomorrow. You'll definitely look beautiful dancing in it."

He Wanqing thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Shall we buy a set of matching Hanfu for couples?"

Mo Ye's eyes lit up even more, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes!"

He looked down at Tongtong, who was fast asleep beside him, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "Let's go to sleep too. We can worry about tomorrow tomorrow."

He Wanqing leaned on his shoulder, her eyelids almost closing, and mumbled an "Mmm".

As soon as he lay down, Tongtong and He Wanqing pressed against him like two magnets.

Tongtong's little face was pressed against his left arm, her little hands clutching his collar; He Wanqing rested her head on his right arm, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Mo Ye was caught in the middle and couldn't move, so he closed his eyes and turned his head towards He Wanqing, and the two of them gently touched forehead to forehead.

Their breaths mingled and gradually became synchronized.

The next morning, Mo Ye woke up groggily.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the floor as a thin golden thread.

He felt that his right arm had completely lost sensation, as if a piece of flesh that did not belong to him was hanging on his shoulder.

He Wanqing was still sleeping soundly, her eyelashes drooping quietly, her breathing long and even.

He carefully, inch by inch, pulled his arm out.

Halfway through the draw, He Wanqing suddenly frowned, groggily reached out and pulled back the arm that was about to escape, put it back under her head, rubbed it contentedly, and continued to sleep.

Mo Ye sighed silently and shifted his gaze to the left.

Tongtong clung to his left arm like a little koala, her face buried in his arm, her mouth slightly open, and her drool smeared all over his sleeve.

He tried to raise his left hand, and Tongtong immediately arched her arm upwards as if she were being attracted by a magnet.

He lowered his hand, and Tongtong, still half asleep, hugged him tightly again, rubbed her little face against him, mumbled something, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Ye was trapped in the middle, with a koala on his left and a koala on his right, unable to move.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open and began to count silently in his mind.

I don't know how much time passed before the alarm clock finally rang.

Mo Ye felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He first gently pulled his right hand out from under He Wanqing's head, and then carefully pulled his left hand out from Tongtong's arms.

Tongtong snorted in dissatisfaction, turned over, hugged the blanket, and continued to sleep.

Mo Ye turned off the alarm clock, shook his sore and numb arms, and waited for the blood to flow again before quietly getting out of bed to wash up.

After the three of them had finished getting ready and having breakfast, Mo Ye drove Tongtong to kindergarten first.

Tongtong, carrying her little bear backpack, skipped and hopped into the school gate, turning back to wave her chubby little hand at them: "Goodbye, Mom and Dad!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing also waved to her.

The car restarted and drove towards the company.

When they arrived at the company entrance, He Wanqing unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Mo Ye reached out and grabbed her.

"Good morning kiss." He pointed to his lips.

He Wanqing glanced at him, her lips curved into a smile, and she leaned in to give him a quick, light kiss before retreating, pushing open the door, and getting out of the car.

She bent down and looked into the car window, reminding him, "Send me a message when you get to school, and contact me by phone."

Mo Ye nodded: "Contact me by phone. I'll pick you up this afternoon."

He Wanqing waved and turned to walk into the building.

Mo Ye watched her disappear through the revolving door before turning around and driving back to the school.

Mo Ye parked the car in the underground garage of the teaching building, turned off the engine, and just as he picked up his phone, he saw a message pop up in the group chat "Share the good times and run away in times of trouble".

Shen Qing's post, as shameless as ever, read: "[My godfather, please bring me breakfast.]"

Mo Ye typed speechlessly: 【Are you a dog? You smelled me the moment I arrived at school?】

He didn't reply immediately, but first let He Wanqing know he was safe: "I've arrived at school."

He Wanqing replied instantly: 【OK, kiss.jpg】

Mo Ye replied with: [Flying kiss.jpg]

Only then did I switch back to the dormitory group chat, and Shen Qing's messages had already been refreshed several times.

[Breakfast Godfather]

Godfather?

[Godfather, are you still in bed?]

Godfather, don't you love me anymore?

Mo Ye: [What does my son want to eat?]

Instead of a reply from Shen Qing, they received a message from Wang Jie: "Godfather, you know what I mean."