Three babies: domineering daddy kisses addictedly

"Don't run." this matter is very serious for Mo Beichen. Any savior doesn't work today. He turned and went after them.

"Beichen, don't scare the children. If you have something to say, which child in the world doesn't make trouble..." Wang Huizhen said loudly with concern. After the father and son all ran into the living room, she asked the housekeeper around her. "Do you know what happened?"

"If you go back to the old lady, I don't know." the housekeeper replied respectfully.

"Those three children must be skinned again. Ha ha..." she smiled kindly. "It's better to stay at home. There are not many rules. This is what makes a son a home. Let the boy have a good experience of what it's like to be a father. Otherwise, if he stays in the research institute every day, he really thinks his three precious sons grew up drinking wind energy."

"The old lady is right."

Mo Beichen forced the door open at the moment when the three little guys closed the door.

In order to escape the punishment of Mo Beichen, they just ran to their bed, picked up the quilt and covered their body tightly.

How can a child over four be so skinny? Whose children are the same as his children? It's impossible to teach.

"Sons of Mo Beichen, if you don't get up again, don't blame your father for being rude to you. Things have to be solved. I count from one to three. If you don't get up, your father will go back to the research institute now and never come back. One... Two..."

The three little guys slightly lifted up the corner of the quilt to peek at each other.

It's as like as two peas. They are all minds, even in defense.

So worried about being betrayed by the other party, why conspire together?

"Three!" he was really angry. The cry almost shook the whole bedroom.

Smell speech, where dare they continue to stay in the quilt, get out of bed at the same time, line up obediently, stand upright, clench their hands, carry their backs behind them, and stand in front of Mo Beichen.

"Now you can answer whatever your father asks you. As long as you answer clearly, I won't pursue this matter. But if there is a trace of concealment, I'm absolutely impolite." Mo Beichen took his mobile phone out of his pants pocket. "Who moved my cell phone?"

Mo junle and Mo Junhan act in unison and step back. Mo Junlei naturally became the person who moved the mobile phone.

Mo Junlei glanced at them and stepped back.

"I don't admit it, do I? Is the information in my mobile phone a ghost? It's not sent to anyone, but to a woman named Qin Yuxiao?

Who is the boss, stand up. "Mo Beichen put his hands in his waist and felt angry.

Mo junle and Mo Junhan step back again.

"Are you mo Junlei, the boss?"

"..." Mo Junlei blinked innocent eyes and pursed his lips. He is a warm man. Does he have to carry all the black pots?

The little guy shook his head, refused to admit it, and followed them back.

As soon as he retreated, he was two steps away from Mo Beichen.

"Are they all bosses?" Mo Beichen was very crazy. He couldn't tell his own seed clearly. It was really a great anecdote in the world.

"..." they still didn't speak, but they nodded their heads in unison.

"Are they all mute?"

Mo Beichen, the stern and frightening professor of the Institute, has lived for 28 years and has never met a nemesis. Now these three nemesis were created by himself.