Mu Chengduo was finally happy when he saw the little guy, so he asked him to put down the painting first, took him to wash his face, and put it on his big bed.

Mu Shaoheng obediently lay down and got up again, looking at the little uncle with blank eyes: "Little uncle, can I sleep with my mother in my arms?"

Mu Chengduo touched the little guy's head and gave him the painting, Mu Shaoheng lay down satisfied, carefully holding the painting, and touched the mother on the painting with his little hand, and his little face bloomed with a sweet smile.

Mu Chengduo, a big man, almost shed tears of distress when he saw it.

sighed lightly, covered the little guy with the quilt, turned off the bedside lamp and went to the rest area to find Mu Chenghe.

"Hengheng has been very well-behaved since he was a child, and when he first came to the house, he invited the confinement lady to talk about scientific parenting, so that children can develop the habit of sleeping independently, and Qiancheng has always felt that this can cultivate children's independent character. At that time, I thought it would be better for boys to be independent. Looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be the same thing. ”

babbling and sitting down opposite Mu Chenghe.

Mu Chenghe frowned: "Didn't you say that you had something to tell me." ”

He was really not interested in how to raise children, and he didn't have time to listen to Mu Chengduo's nagging.

Mu Chengduo patted his head: "Yes, I almost forgot, two days ago, Qiancheng had no intention of saying that Hengheng looked like Huo Jingheng, and then I felt that something was wrong, how could there be so many coincidences in this world." And you count Huo Jingheng's accident year to now, almost five years ago, and Hengheng is almost four years old. ”

Mu Chenghe twisted his eyebrows: "You said that Hengheng may be Huo Jingheng's child?"

"Maybe, because of asking Qiancheng, she is hesitant, obviously there is something to hide from us, I want you to help do a paternity test of Huo Jingheng and Hengheng. Hengheng's blood sample is easy to take, but Huo Jingheng's ......"

Mu Chengduo thinks about it, and the eldest brother can, but as far as Huo Jingheng's skills and personality are concerned, he will definitely not be able to get a sample.

Mu Chenghe nodded happily: "Yes, what if it's really Huo Jingheng's child?"

Mu Chengduo didn't think about it: "Of course, I sent it back to Huo Jingheng, so I don't need him to thank you, hurry up and find a mother for the child, look at the child's pitiful appearance, I, a hard-hearted tough guy, can't stand it." ”

Mu Chenghe glanced at the third brother, a little disdainful: "You seem to cry when you watch cartoons." ”

Mu Chengduo: "......"

………………

Jiang Jiuxi took the little curly hair home, and the little guy was excited all the way, and kept saying like a bird: "Mom, Mom, you are so amazing, so cool, as powerful as Spider-Man." ”

"Mommy, Mommy, you're so good!!!

"Mom, Mom, Dabai is so powerful......"

The little face was full of admiration.

Jiang Jiuxi was blown by the little curly hair all the way to various rainbow farts, and when he got home, he picked off his little skirt only to find that the skin of his two little knees was broken, and there was a slight bloodshot oozing out.

The palm of the hand is also a little broken, a piece of red, it hurts to look at, and the little curly hair has not said a word.

Jiang Jiuxi exhaled at the wound distressedly: "My stupid son, does it hurt? Why don't you tell your mother?"

The little curly hair smiled, and looked at Jiang Jiuxi with crooked eyes: "Mom's whirring doesn't hurt." ”

Jiang Jiuxi smiled and pinched his little nose, blew on his wound again, and went to get the spray over and sprayed the wound.

From beginning to end, the little curly hair didn't squeak, and when the wound was treated, he was still thinking: "Mom, can I see Hum tomorrow, can I give him a gift?"

Jiang Jiuxi thought of the lollipop that was still in his hand and asked, "Send a lollipop?"