Zi Mo, who called 'Daddy' at the little milk bag, trembled in his heart, why, obviously he had never seen this child, but he was so familiar with it? He always felt that he had seen this little milk bag somewhere, and he was very familiar with him, but why didn't he have his memory?

Xiao Niangbao didn't notice that Zi Mo was pondering, and suddenly pounced on Zi Mo, hugged him tightly, and said, "Daddy, are you back so early today?"

Zi Mo saw the little milk bag rushing towards him, so he caught him and held him in his arms, and then he heard the soft and glutinous voice of the little milk bag, his heart seemed to be melted, and the small corner of his heart was strongly touched, why is it so familiar?

Meng Jinxi came out of the kitchen with the dishes and said to them: "Yue'er, come down quickly, don't always rely on your father, we should eat!"

When the little milk bag heard this, he immediately slid down from Zi Mo's body, Zi Mo looked at the empty embrace, and his heart felt like he had been dug up, and the little milk bag ran towards Meng Jinxi and said, "Mother, will I let my father feed me today?"

Meng Jinxi listened, smiled softly at the little milk bag and said, "Okay, then, our little Yue'er's father will feed our little Yue'er today!"

Zi Mo couldn't help frowning when he heard this, he and Meng Jinxi were husband and wife, when did it happen, how could they have a son?

Zi Mo hugged the little milk bag running towards him and asked, "Yue'er, your name is Ziyue, right?"

The little milk bag sat in his arms, and said while eating: "Why doesn't Daddy remember Yue'er's name? Yue'er's name is Ziyue, don't forget it in the future! Hmph!"

Xiao Ziyue snorted lightly, and then ate, Zi Mo looked at Xiao Ziyue in his arms, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, when did this happen? Why didn't he have any impression in his mind? To say Meng Jinxi, he knew Meng Jinxi, it was possible to have this kind of illusion in the illusion of the state of the heart, but this little milk bag, he had never seen it! How could there be such a child in the state of the heart?

With full doubts, after eating, I saw Meng Jinxi packing up all her things very normally, and then went upstairs, and then came down and said: "Momo, Yue'er, you can rest, let's go upstairs!"

Zi Mo nodded first, and then picked up Ziyue and walked upstairs calmly, but as soon as he got upstairs, he felt that something was wrong again, why did he take this habit for granted? Could he really have a son with Meng Jinxi? However, what he liked was Su Yun all the time.

Zi Mo sat at the desk on the side, looking at the book he picked up casually in his hand, looking at it but thinking about his doubts.

I hadn't heard Ziyue's voice for a long time, and when I looked up, I saw that Meng Jinxi had already put him on the bed.

And Meng Jinxi himself sat on the side and embroidered the clothes in his hands, looking at those styles, then he knew that they were clothes for him.

He looked at Meng Jinxi's serious appearance, and felt as if he couldn't see enough of it, and he didn't even notice the tenderness in his eyes.

After a long time, Meng Jinxi raised his head and saw Zi Mo staring at him, met his eyes, and asked, "Momo, what's wrong, why are you staring at me?"

Zi Mo saw that Meng Jinxi had already raised his head, his face turned red unconsciously, and he turned his face to the side in embarrassment, and said, "It's nothing, let's rest." ”

Meng Jinxi listened, nodded, put down the things in his hand, and said, "It's okay." Then he cleaned up, turned around and handed over a portion of water from downstairs with mana, put it on the washing rack on the side, and said, "Momo, go to bed after washing." ”

Zi Mo got up and went to the dresser to start washing, Meng Jinxi stood behind him, gently took away the hair crown and jade hairpin used for his crown, and put down his ink-like hair.

After he finished washing, Meng Jinxi changed a basin of water and washed up.

Zi Mo looked at the room, there was only one bed, how to sleep?

Meng Jinxi packed himself up, came to Zi Mo's side, and saw that he was still standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Momo, sleep, why are you still standing here?!"

Zi Mo frowned, but still didn't say anything, and lay on the outside of the bed.

Meng Jinxi took off her coat and lay down inside, with a small purple moon between them.

Seeing this, Zi Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, it was okay・・・・・・

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