Mo Yiming didn't look at the newborn child, her heart was on Leng Qiange, and she was distressed to see her weak and powerless.

She was sent back to the ward, where she took the baby from the doctor. Seeing the child stunned for a moment, this ...... Called cute?

It's crumpled and too small, and I really can't see where it's cute.

Wait, is he disgusting his child?

……

The next afternoon, Leng Qiange woke up and slept for a full day. Mo Yiming has been guarding the bedside, not knowing when she will wake up, afraid that she will not see herself when she wakes up, and has never left half a step.

"Wake up, is there anything uncomfortable?" Mo Yiming hurried over and looked at her nervously.

Leng Qiange rubbed his eyebrows, embarrassed to say that he was uncomfortable all over. Especially in general, the body hurts terribly as if it has been torn, and the waist hurts badly.

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

"Hmm. I was indeed a little hungry and consumed too much energy: "Eat whatever you want." ”

Mo Yiming hurriedly took out the porridge prepared in advance, this porridge had already been prepared, put it in a thermos bucket, and she could eat it when she woke up.

He tested the temperature himself, and it was just right. Then he helped her sit up and fed her mouthful.

"What about the child?" she woke up and the first thing that came to her mind was the child.

"On the side, there are nurses to take care of. Eat first, and I'll bring the baby over later. Mo Yiming brought the porridge to her mouth and watched her eat it in one bite.

After eating, she couldn't wait to see the child, and urged Mo Yiming to bring the child over.

There is a special magic between the child and the mother, which does not need anything to pull and is naturally connected.

Mo Yiming put the child in her arms, and the child immediately grinned when he saw Leng Qiange, waving his little hand, very happy.

"Mo Yiming. Leng Qiange looked up at him, and then remembered the most important thing: "Have you named the child?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, all his thoughts were on Leng Qiange, and he had indeed forgotten about it.

"In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country. Mo Yiming looked at the child in her arms and thought for a while: "The girl is called Allure, Mo Allure." ”

"Mo Falling City ......" followed the surname Leng Qiange, and her daughter followed the surname Mo Yiming, just right.

……

Three years later, Mo Chengcheng was three years old and Doudou was seven years old.

The shares of Mo's Group were officially under the name of Doudou, and Mo Yiming continued to travel around the world with Leng Qiange and his daughter.

Every week, Leng Qiange would send gifts back from wherever they went. When Doudou saw their photos, he was so depressed that he couldn't do it. is also born to a parent, why is his treatment with Mo Qingcheng so big?

Mo Chengcheng is spoiled like the president's daughter, look at himself again...... Simply so!

J State, Hilltop Villa.

After eating the small cake, Mo Chengcheng lay on the sofa and watched anime. Mo Yiming secretly walked behind her, took Mo Chengcheng into his arms, and sniffed her: "Daughter, why...... Every time you show up, there's a smell?"

Leng Qiange sat opposite, did not speak, and silently watched the father and son toss. Mo Yiming has always come up with a strange thing recently, and she doesn't know where she learned it, so she is not surprised.

Mo Qingcheng didn't give his father much face, his eyes kept staring at the iPad in his hand, he didn't bother to look at him at all, and just asked perfunctorily: "What kind of smell?"