Compared to the small sugar pot, the little honey pot looks more similar to Yu Siqiao.

The little honey pot's coquettish appearance with her little hands stretched out made Yu Siqiao's cold face unconsciously soften, and her mood was much better.

Mo Shu frowned, pressed the little honeypot back, and said, "Carry him back." ”

Ji Nan subconsciously glanced at Yu Siqiao.

Yu Siqiao's lips were slightly curved just now, and suddenly they fell down again, and his eyes returned a little cold.

Ji Nan was about to leave with the little honeypot in his arms, and the little honeypot shouted at the top of his throat, and when he shouted a few times, seeing that Ji Nan still didn't listen, he cried out.

When the little sugar pot saw his brother crying, he also pursed his mouth and began to cry.

Mo Shu's eyebrows jumped, a little impatient: "Quiet! ”

But the two little ones cried even louder.

Little Sugar Jar grabbed her mother's hand with both hands, pressed her mother's hand down, and looked at Yu Siqiao crying.

Yu Siqiao couldn't stand it anymore and said, "They want me to hug it." ”

Mo Shu swept over with cold eyes, "What does it have to do with you, don't be sentimental." ”

"Ahh The little sugar pot shouted in extreme discooperation and once again stretched out his hand towards Yu Siqiao.

Yu Siqiao raised his eyebrows, "Look. ”

Feng Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "Gongzi Junkong, is he the father of the children?" ”

"It's not."

"It's not."

The two men spoke in unison.

When the words fell, the two glanced at each other, and Mo Shu moved away in a moment, frowning.

Feng Xiaoyao smiled dryly, "It looks so similar, I thought it was ......"

Mo Shu was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and then a hand reached out.

Mo Shu was startled and shouted, "What are you doing!" ”

Yu Siqiao just hugged the child, but Mo Shu refused to let go, the two were in a stalemate for a while, and no one would give in.

Mo Shu stiffened his face and said coldly: "Let go!" ”

Yu Siqiao didn't mean to let go, his eyes fell on the child, and said, "The child doesn't cry." ”

The little sugar pot sobbed, and did stop crying.

It's just that at this moment, he actually pounced on Yu Siqiao's hand, and his calf leg kicked out of his mother's arms, trying to climb out.

Mo Shu's face changed for a while, and he took the baby back and said, "Come back!" ”

The little sugar pot finally rubbed a little farther away, and was carried back again, stunned for a moment, and then made persistent efforts, the little hand dragged the fingers of the empty air, the big round black eyes looked towards the empty eye, and opened the small mouth, "Oh......"

The corners of Yu Siqiao's lips rose unconsciously, and his voice involuntarily slowed down a little, "Give me a hug, I won't do anything to him." ”

Mo Shu's face was ugly for a while, but the little sugar pot really longed for this guy's arms.

Mo Shu knew too well what the reason was.

The little thing thought he was their dad.

But no.

Their father has long since disappeared.

Mo Shu's heart was sour, and a layer of mist came up uncontrollably under his eyes.

Raising his eyes, he met Yu Siqiao's sincere and sincere eyes.

Yu Siqiao looked at her, carefully and tentatively picked up the child.

Mo Shu didn't stop it.

The little sugar pot finally got its wish, and it was much better at once. One hand was on Yu Siqiao's shoulder, and the other hand was tugging at the hair that was falling next to his shoulder, and before he could say a word, he was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Mo Shu was startled, and immediately reached out to break his hand away, and said, "You can't eat this!" ”