The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingyuan's patience has reached the limit, and now he is on the verge of outbreak, but looking at his son who suddenly grows so big, he feels uncomfortable again.

His Xiuer should kiss him.

At the moment, he not only regards others as the most important person, but also hates him so much.

Mo Lingyuan pulls Xiuer's fingers away, holds them in his arms and coaxes him in a soft voice: "Xiuer is good. Dad has prepared a lot of small gifts for you. Go back with dad."

Chu Yunyao looks at Mo Lingyuan holding the crying Xiuer away and turns to Mo Jinyu: "brother, Xiuer is not sensible. I will explain it to Lingyuan clearly."

"Good." Mo Jinyu stood at the door with a smile on her lips: "Xiuer likes to roll around when he goes to bed at night, so that he won't fall into bed.

He likes to kick the quilt. At night, he should wear an extra bellybag to protect his stomach from catching cold. "

"I will." Farewell to Mo Jinyu, Chu Yunyao chases Mo Lingyuan quickly.

Mo Jinyu holds the doorframe, looks at her thin and graceful figure, and listens to Xiu er's cry more and more far away. Her heart seems to be empty.

Until he can no longer see Chu Yunyao's back, he turns around and goes back to his bedroom...

Mo Lingyuan takes Xiuer back to Chuxing building, enters the ear room, puts him in a wooden basin, takes off his clothes, and is about to give him a bath. The little guy grabs the basin and wants to climb out of it.

Mo Lingyuan was afraid that he would overturn the wooden basin. He pressed him with one hand and poured the adjusted water into it with the other: "Xiuer, good boy, Dad took a bath for you, and then he took you to the bed to play, OK?"

Xiuer can't understand Mo Lingyuan's words. He only knows that this man can't move him. His soft little back seems to have pressed a stone.

This villain wants to crush himself in the absence of his mother and uncle.

Before Xiuer howls, Chu Yunyao arrives in time.

He snatched the bath towel in Mo Lingyuan's hand: "I'll wash it for him. You just need to pour the water into the wooden basin first and then put it in. He likes playing with water very much."

Xiuer's tears came out. Seeing her mother coming, she was very aggrieved. She grabbed Chu Yunyao's arm and called out: "uncle, uncle."

Chu Yunyao, "...

Xiuer speaks early and calls his mother, uncle and father.

On weekdays, "Dad, Dad" shouts Dehuan. Knowing that Mo Lingyuan is his dad, he only has uncle Mo Jinyu in his heart except Chu Yunyao.

Mo Lingyuan reaches out his hand to touch him. Xiuer thinks that the villain wants to hold himself down again. His fleshy little fist beats Mo Lingyuan, and his feet are pedaling the wooden basin straight back.

Mo Lingyuan:....

Chu Yunyao quickly holds Xiuer and says to Mo Lingyuan in embarrassment: "he's still young, he's not sensible, and he's afraid of you. Otherwise, go out first. When I coax him, he'll play with you."

ink Ling Yuan as like as two peas in his eyes, he stared at his close son who was almost the same as his own. He went to his throat and stood up, and left his ear room.

He stood at the door with a cold face, and soon heard the cackle of Xiuer.

I felt like I had a thorn in my heart, and it was very painful.

He holds the gun all the year round, and his strength is a little strong. He has never seen Xiuer, who is just born thin, small, soft and weak, like a cat. He doesn't know his strength at all, which scares Xiuer.

I just thought that the child had regarded Mo Jinyu as his father and refused to be close to him.

In my mind, I recall that Xiuer is standing beside the bed in luoxuexuan, holding Mo Jinyu in one hand and Chu Yunyao in the other hand, which makes me feel more and more acerbic