Mo Hanjun pursed his lips, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bowl placed aside, his eyes lit up, and then immediately dimmed again.

He actually felt that this bowl of porridge was specially given to Zhi Huai by her, how could a person like her give Zhi Huai cold porridge for a while.

He remembered that when Zhihuai was 4 years old, because the porridge was hot, Zhihuai didn't drink it, so Su Xixi directly opened Zhihuai's mouth and forcibly fed him to drink.

When he heard the servant say that Su Xixi fed Zhihuai a particularly hot porridge to drink, he hurried back, but he was still a step too late.

His son sat in the living room, motionless, staring blankly ahead, with no one around.

He was furious right away.

Question the servant, why don't you stop it! Why don't you give Zhihuai medicine, or take him to the hospital.

At that time, they said that they didn't dare, saying that after Su Xixi left, they also threatened them not to give Zhihuai medicine, otherwise they would leave directly.

He still remembers what Zhihuai said at that time.

He said.

Dad, why doesn't Mom like me, I'm already very well-behaved.

His heart ached.

After taking Zhihuai to the hospital for medicine, he found Su Xixi in a bar.

He asked her why.

Su Xixi said.

He is my son, how I love it, how it is, how it is? Distressed? Then divorce me!

"Mo Han-kun?" Su Xixi was puzzled.

I don't understand why Mo Hanjun kept staring at the bowl that was set aside.

Mo Hanjun came back to his senses, and a pair of sword eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"What are you cooking porridge for?"

Su Xixi rolled her eyes silently. "Cooking porridge was for drinking, otherwise what can you do" said and stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pick up the porridge, "The porridge is almost cold, it will be cold when it is cold, I will serve it to Zhihuai first, if you want to drink, you can take it yourself!" So saying, he took the porridge and went upstairs.

Leaving Mo Hanjun with a stunned face.

The room was gently pushed open.

Mo Zhihuai's small figure appeared in front of Su Xixi's eyes.

"Zhihuai, come, get up and drink some porridge." Su Xixi walked to the side of the bed and put the bowl on the cabinet beside him.

Mo Zhihuai rubbed his sleepy and hazy eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Su Xixi, and the smile on his face made Mo Zhihuai happy.

OK.

Mom is still the mom of not so long ago, not the mom of the past.

Seeing that Mo Zhihuai woke up, Su Xixi sat on the bed, stretched out his hand and held the bowl in his hand, "Drink some porridge when you wake up, and sleep when you finish drinking, good ha~"

Mo Zhihuai nodded, glanced at the porridge in Su Xixi's hand, and said softly, "Okay mother."

Seeing Mo Zhi's promise, the smile on Su Xixi's face deepened.

Scooped a spoonful and reached out to Mo Zhihuai's mouth, Mo Zhihuai's lips opened.

The porridge is a little sweet, but his heart is warm.

Porridge, not hot.

Spoonful after spoonful of porridge was sent to Mo Zhihuai's mouth.

Doorway.

The corners of Mo Hanjun's mouth rose slightly, but then disappeared, and his eyes were deep and doubtful, probing.

He didn't understand why the person who had been longing to die suddenly changed his sex today.

Seeing that the porridge in the bowl had bottomed out, Su Xixi put the bowl on the cabinet, reached out and touched Mo Zhihuai's head, "If Zhihuai is sleepy, go to bed first, mother still has something to do." ”

Su Xixi's stomach began to rumble halfway through the porridge, but in front of her son, she would not say that she was so hungry that her stomach screamed.