“……”

What kind of exercise do you do at a young age?!

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth hooked slightly, he came to the door of his son's room, reached out and unscrewed the doorknob-

Bang!

A boxing glove with a spring flew out.

Mo Nanjue quickly raised his hand to block it, the boxing gloves hit the door panel on the side, Mo Yaochen still held the handle in his little hand, and jumped when he saw this, "Wow! Dad is so amazing!"

Tong Ran slipped off the man's shoulder, and she looked at the room in surprise, "Chenchen, what are you doing here?"

"Learn from my idol!" Mo Yaochen raised a small eyebrow, and he proudly pointed to the wall painted with Captain America characters, "I want to become as powerful as him, so that I can protect my father and mother, and I can also go to the bad guys to save Uncle Blame!"

“……”

Tong Ran is depressed, why is his son's idol Captain America?

What she likes is obviously Spider-Man......

And he's also wearing a miniature version of Captain America's combat suit, who bought it for him?!

Hearing this, Mo Nanjue squatted down, and he touched his son's small nose full of sweat beads, "Do you want to blame your uncle?"

"Yes!" Mo Yaochen nodded, "Uncle Blame isn't here, no one calls me a dwarf, I'm so lonely......"

Tong Ran choked lightly in his throat, "Do you like to hear Uncle Strange call you a little dwarf?"

"I don't like it, but I feel so sad if he doesn't shout," Mo Yaochen looked sad, "Swollen mother, am I sick......?"

Mo Nanjue smiled, he suddenly picked up his son, and pointed his index finger towards the room, "I don't think it was said by mouth." ”

"Dad, I understand, it's the same as love, it's going to be done, right?" Mo Yaochen narrowed his eyes, "I heard you and Mom say this, I remember it." ”

“……”

Mo Nanjue carried him into the house, and he came to the platform by the window, on which were several paper cranes, "Will you fold this?"

Mo Yaochen took a look, "No, yes......"

"I'll teach you," Monan Jue pulled out a chair and sat down, placing his son on his lap, he pulled his shirt to his elbow, and took out a piece of paper from a drawer, "If you want to blame Uncle for coming back, fold seven of them a day and store them in a zài jar." ”

Mo Yaochen sat upright, "Then how many do I have to fold, and Uncle Blame will come back?"

Monan Jue didn't answer, he held his son's little hand, "Are you ready? I'll only demonstrate it once." ”

Mo Yaochen is full of confidence, his IQ is definitely enough at one time, "Ready!"

The man's slender fingers began to fold, Tong Ran stood behind and looked at his back, she didn't expect him to fold this kind of thing, Mo Nanjue hung his head slightly, and said that men are the most attractive when they are serious, and it is really not wrong at all.

His movements were very flexible, and within a minute, a thousand paper cranes were placed in the palm of his hand, and his lifelike appearance was very eye-catching, "Have you learned?"

Mo Yaochen made a small face, nodded and began to fold it by himself, I don't know if it was a coincidence, so I watched a demonstration, but he really folded one out.

It's similar to the one the man folded, albeit slightly twisted.

The corners of Mo Yaochen's mouth opened slightly, he turned his head and kissed the man's face, "Dad, I will too!"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth opened a smile, the broken hair was particularly dazzling, and Chen Chen put a thousand paper cranes in his small palm, and asked, "Dad, will you fold anything else?"