Mo Yaochen broke free of Tong Ran's hand in three or two times, spread his short legs and ran towards that side.

Tong Ran hurriedly followed, "Be careful." ”

Chen Chen ran to Chen An, he raised his little head, Chen An hung up the phone and squatted down, "Little man, what do you call me?"

"You're the dwarf!"

Chen An cut off, he stretched out his hand and gestured at the top of his head, "See, the gap." ”

Mo Yaochen frowned and glared at him, and suddenly said, "If you say it again, I'll ******!"

"Chenchen!"

Tong Ran walked up from behind, and when she heard this, she pulled her son over, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"I didn't say it!" Mo Yaochen saw his mother's cold face, and hurriedly pointed at Chen An, "It was said when Uncle Blame called just now, he was so fierce, he said: I will ****** if you say it again!"

“……”

Tong Ran raised his eyelids to look at him, and Chen An hurriedly coughed lightly, "I didn't say it." ”

Mo Yaochen glanced at him, "Lying will grow a long nose, are you afraid of strange uncle?"

Chen An blurted out, "I'm not afraid." ”

Chen Chen nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, "Mom, look, my uncle admitted that he lied, and that's what he said→_→!"

“……”

Depend on!

What the hell! He was planted in the hands of a little kid?!

Chen Anjun's face sank, he stepped forward in a few steps, bent down and picked him up, Mo Yaochen's eyes widened instantly, "Strange uncle, are you going to kill me?"

“……”

The corners of Chen An's mouth twitched, but such a big child was the most curious, seeing that he was silent, Chen Chen asked again, "Strange uncle, how can I kill others?" I feel so cool, I want to learn too!"

“……”

Tong Ran stood on the side with black lines on his face, and he couldn't listen anymore, "Chenchen, uncle lied to you." ”

"Can't you die?"

“……”

Tong Ran opened his mouth, how should this question be answered......

Chen An was really unwilling to lose to a little milk doll, he hugged Chenchen tightly, and his tone was mysterious, "Uncle sue you, your father is the best at this kind of thing......"

"Really?" Mo Yaochen's eyes lit up, "Then will Dad teach me?"

Chen An nodded hurriedly, "Yes, your father is the most suitable for this ......"

He paused.

Seeing this, Mo Yaochen pushed him, "Blame uncle, why don't you say it?"

Chen An's back froze, he slowly turned around, and saw Mo Nanjue standing behind him.

The man grimaced, "What do you think I'm best suited for?"

Chen An: "......"

Mo Yaochen raised his head when he heard the voice, and Mo Nanjue's eyes touched him, and instantly softened.

He stood still, nor did he speak.

Mo Nanjue had to admit that he had never been afraid of holding a gun to his temple before, but at this time, he was actually very nervous.

The man's thin lips were pursed, and the delicate lines of the side face were tight.

Chen An put Chenchen down, and Tong Ran walked over and grabbed his hand, "Chenchen?"

Mo Yaochen turned his head to look at her, Tong Ran smiled slightly, "Do you remember what you said to your mother just now?"

Mo Yaochen nodded, he walked towards Mo Nanjue and stopped in front of him.

Mo Nanjue rolled lightly in his throat, and there was a feeling of being facing a great enemy, Chen Chen raised his head to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Are you my father?"

The corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth raised slightly, he squatted down and nodded into his son's eyes, "Yes." ”

Chenchen snorted thoughtfully, and suddenly reached out and touched his face, "You look like me, no wonder you're so cool." ”