Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Mu xiaorou heard that Tang Xiao suddenly mentioned himself. She was stunned. Do you want to take this bowl of soup?

"That..." she carefully took the corner of her eyes and looked at her little uncle. The latter didn't say a word, even didn't look at her directly, with a calm expression of "let you choose".

Sure enough, she deserves to be her little uncle. Even at this embarrassing time, she still kept his good demeanor.

After a pause, seeing that Tang Xiao still didn't mean to take over, Mu Yun sighed in the bottom of his heart.

"Xiao Mo, this bowl of soup is for you." Then he put the soup in front of musimo.

Mu xiaorou's hand, which she had already stretched out, came back. She was really the least favored one.

Miss Mu was very aggrieved, so she took a few mouthfuls of rice.

Feng Yin can't see it, so she decides to play the role of her mother-in-law and help her son.

"Xiaomo, grandma suddenly remembered, is there a parent-child activity in your school recently?"

Feng Yin decides to use musimo as a breakthrough point, hoping that the two of them can understand their painstaking efforts.

"Yes, grandma, this Sunday. Mom and Dad, are you sure to come then? "

Mu Simo nodded seriously, and his black eyes were full of expectation.

"Yes, dad will be there by then."

Mu Yunshen praised his son and his mother in his heart. It was really my God's assistance.

"And you, mom?" Hearing that mu Yunshen had taken the opportunity he had given him, he quickly wanted to take care of his mother.

"... well." Tang smile should be a, in front of everyone, she doesn't want to let Mu Yun deeply ugly.

However, she only agreed, and soon she did not look at it.

In the evening, after Tang Xiao told his son a bedtime story, instead of closing his eyes and falling asleep as usual, he tugged at her sleeve and asked,

"Mom, are you going to leave me and dad?"

"Why? Mother's favorite is Xiaomo. How can she leave you? "

"But you are so mean to Dad today." Musimor children seriously recalled, blunt to the point, "it's not the same as before, I'm so afraid."

Tang Xiao marveled at his son's keenness. Just a few small details made him associate so much.

Is it true that I've gone too far this time? After all, it's just a slightly joking gamble.

However, mu Yunshen went too far. He just told himself that he was ugly in front of monsoon and Jinuo. He did it on purpose!

We must give him some color this time!

"Mom, you see, this is my painting for you. You are the only one who has it. Oh, Grandpa, grandma and Dad, they don't have it."

Looking at a picture taken out from the bedside cabinet by Mu Si Mo, Tang Xiao only feels that his heart has melted.

"Xiaomo is a good painter. Who is this?" Tang Xiao asked, pointing to another villain in the picture.

"Mom is so stupid. This is Xiaomo, of course. Mom and Xiao Mo are together. We will go to many places in the future. Shall we travel around the world together then? " Listening to the serious words of Mu Simo, Tang Xiao was particularly moved.

"What will dad do then?" Tang Xiao thinks his son is so cute that he wants to tease him.

"Dad makes mom sad, so we don't take him anywhere in the future!" The little guy said that he would definitely support Tang Xiao.

"When did dad make mom sad?"

"Then why doesn't mom drink the soup your father gave you?" This little guy knows a lot.

"Mom is full today, so she can't drink the soup from dad."

"Mom, may I touch your stomach?" Musimo suddenly made such a request.

"Good." Looking at his son's little hand on his stomach, Tang Xiao suddenly had a strange feeling.

"Does Xiaomo want a younger sister or a younger brother?"

"Whether it's my brother or my sister, I'll protect him." Mosmo said to Tang Xiao very seriously.

"When this little guy is born, you won't be the youngest in the family any more."

"Yes, so I will be a good brother."

"Well, go to sleep. Mom is here to watch you fall asleep before you go Tang Xiao gently patted him, watched him slowly close his eyes, tucked in the corner for him, and then walked out of his room.

Tang Xiaohao wants to know what his design direction is this time. Before, she had not determined the direction, because many aspects of the direction had been used, Tang Xiao consciously did not design as well as they did, so she had not chosen her own direction.

In the living room, mu Yunshen and Mu Xinghua are tasting tea in the living room.

"How's the cooperation with Ji?" Mu Xinghua blew the tea and tasted it slowly.