Tong Ran: "......"

Does this little devil still want a stepmother?!

Mo Beiyan pulled out a chair and sat down, "What kind of food is burned, it's unpalatable to look at." ”

Mo Nanjue walked out with his son in his arms, he sat down next to Tong Ran, and there were still a few drops of water on his delicate side face, "What to eat?"

Mo Yaochen stretched out his hand to point, Tong Ran picked up a tissue to wipe the water droplets for the man, Mo Nanjue picked up chopsticks to pick up vegetables for his son, his handsome eyebrows were still shrouded in the coldness that he had been soaked in since childhood, but the softness and doting under his eyes were obvious.

Su Qingtian's eyes stinged, she didn't look over, and saw that Mo Beiyan was serving soup, he picked shrimp and beef cubes, leaned up after serving two bowls, and put the porcelain bowl in Chenchen and Tong Ran's hands.

Tong Ran said thank you.

Mo Nanjue raised his eyelids lightly, "Three people drink two bowls?"

The corners of Mo Beiyan's mouth twitched, "What do you mean?"

"You mean I'm dying of thirst?!"

“……”

Cut off your own hand?!

Mo Beiyan almost spilled a bowl of soup on him, but seeing someone's face getting more and more ugly, he didn't know whether he was jealous or unhappy, he probably thought of him saying that night that he said that he had big breasts, Mo Beiyan was afraid that he would say it, so he had to pick up the bowl, "Yes, I'll give it to you too!"

This uncle!

He's the brother, okay?!

Mo Beiyan snapped and put the porcelain bowl in Mo Nanjue's hand, "Drink!"

The man winked, "I don't like soup." ”

“……”

Depend on!

Mo Yaochen reached out to serve it when he heard this, "I love to drink, I can drink two bowls!"

Monan Jue scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, "I can only drink one bowl." ”

"Why?"

"You're going to get fat!"

"Where am I fat?!" Mo Yaochen raised his little pink carved face, which was indeed an excellent skin appearance, "I'm obviously a handsome guy." ”

"Oh?" Mo Nanjue raised an eyebrow, he put down the spoon, "Handsome guys eat by themselves." ”

He was about to get up, Mo Yaochen hurriedly stretched out his hand to wrap his neck, "Then I'll be a handsome guy again in the future, and I'll be ugly for two or three years→_→"

Can this kind of thing be self-controlled?!

Tong Ran almost died of laughter when she listened to it on the side, she hurriedly mended the knife, "It's ugly for a few years, and I won't be handsome." ”

Mo Yaochen frowned suspiciously, this was clearly a lie to him, he leaned over to kiss the man's face with a mouth full of oil, "I don't want it, Mo Nanjue......"

Burst!

Mo Nanjue's face sank, and his big palm grabbed his little neck, "Who taught you to say that?!"

Mo Yaochen glanced left and right, "I've heard my mother say that several times......"

"You're eavesdropping again?!"

“Σ(°△°|||) No...... Just passing by the toilet ......"

"Mo Yaochen!" Mo Nanjue put him down with a cold face, "Don't eat!

Chenchen's little face fell, "Monan Jue, Haji ......"

"What do you call me?!"

“……”

Hey, someone sighed brightly and melancholy, why is it so difficult for him to be a quiet little beautiful man?

Mo Beiyan smiled, and when he saw this, he got up and hugged him, "Come on, come on, Daddy feeds you." ”

Chenchen was not happy, he couldn't feed him at all, and he almost choked to death every time he fed him, "Don't, I'll still eat it myself......"

Su Qingtian suddenly put down her chopsticks, she glanced at Chenchen's hand, but she didn't see the jade wrench, she stretched out her hands, "Chenchen, can I feed you?"

Mo Yaochen paused, turned his face away and looked at her, "Auntie, who are you?"