Burst!

Why does that sound so strange?!

Tong Ran laughed out loud, she stood up with her son in her arms, Chenchen rubbed his eyes and turned his little head, "Hey, daddy, why don't you speak?"

Mo Nanjue raised his head, the jazz hat and mask almost covered his entire handsome face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes, his eyes fell on Chenchen's face, and the hands hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably.

Tong Ran looked at the crumpled feelings in the man's eyes, and felt extremely uncomfortable, but Chenchen was still young at this time, she couldn't explain so much to him, and she couldn't sue him, this is your father, and the previous one was fake.

He was only four years old, and when he said this, Tong Ran couldn't know what the four-year-old child would think in his head, and he couldn't be sure if Chenchen could accept it, if ......

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Chenchen couldn't help but furrow his little eyebrows, "Daddy, Mom, are you swollen?"

Tong Ran lowered his eyes and tightened his arms around his son, "Chenchen, Daddy is not feeling well today, he can't take off his mask or speak, don't force Daddy, okay?"

Mo Yaochen raised his head and looked at the man standing at the staircase, he always felt that he was not quite the same as Daddy, but his mother wanted to listen, and he couldn't think so much, he opened his eyes wide, and a sentence came out for a long time: "Daddy, your mask is so ugly." ”

“……”

Mo Nanjue stood still, Tong Ran bent down to put his son down, and whispered in his ear, "Chenchen, Daddy is in a bad mood today, and he can't speak, you go and make Daddy happy and tell him a story, okay?"

"Okay!" Chenchen nodded, he wrenched his fingers and asked innocently, "Mom, can you tell the story of the last time that good and evil will be rewarded in the end?"

“……”

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth twitched, his son was really good at demolishing his platform.

Tong Ran was stunned, Chenchen took her hand and ran to Mo Nanjue, he stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hands, "Daddy, hug!"

Mo Nanjue's throat choked lightly, he stood still, his hands were still trembling slightly, Tong Ran's eyes stabbed, she reached out and pushed him down, "Chenchen called you." ”

"Daddy!"

Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, he bent down, held his son's small waist with both hands and picked him up, it was clearly not sinking, but he hugged it extremely carefully, Chenchen habitually pressed against his neck, and touched his mask with his little hand, "Daddy, does it hurt?"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth were slightly hooked, and a kind of warmth spread from the bottom of his heart, it was a blood and family affection that could not be dissolved, he couldn't speak, he just shook his head.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Chenchen suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the side of his face through the mask, "Daddy, Chenchen loves you." ”

Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand to hug him, his heart was indescribably excited, Tong Ran stood on the side with his head down, but her heart was bitter, she knew very well that Chenchen's daddy was shouting Mo Beiyan.

"Huh," the child was curious, and Chenchen reached out to take off the man's jazz hat, "Daddy, is your hair swollen and black?"

Tong Ran chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly pressed his hand, "Chenchen, will my mother take you to take a bath?"

"Okay," Chenchen nodded, his hand still around the man's neck, "Daddy doesn't wash it?" ”

"Daddy is sick today and can't be washed," Tong Ran reached out and hugged him, "obedient." ”

Chenchen nodded thoughtfully, "Daddy, then wait for Chenchen to tell you a story, my mother said, it's good to get sick after sleeping." ”