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"Yes, it does."

However, now there is a string of questions in Mu Goodnight's mind.

"Xiao Si, do you know what your mother looks like?"

"That's what my mom wants!"

Song Xiaosi said as he pointed to Mu Wanye's nose.

"No, Xiao Si, I'm asking your real mother." Mu Wan'an looked at Song Xiaosi with a serious face.

I saw him shake his head: "I don't know..."

"It's okay, go to sleep!"

She tidied up the quilt for Song Xiaosi.

Song Xiaosi rubbed the position of the pillow and lay straight beside Mu Goodnight. Soon, drowsiness swept over Song Xiaosi.

But Mu Wannight was not sleepy at all, and after Song Xiaosi fell asleep, Mu Wannight felt a little sleepy.

asked Uncle Li to come over and clean up the dining table, and Song Bingjue was also ready to go back to the study to deal with the documents.

After all, he gave himself a day off today, and he could allow himself to rest, but the document did not allow Song Bingjue to rest, in addition to the thick paper documents, there were also a lot of electronic documents that needed Song Bingjue's confirmation.

Thinking about this, I can't help but have a headache.

However, these headaches, and the headaches brought to him by Song Xiaosi, are nothing at all.

After all, Song Bingjue has been "getting along" with the document for more than ten years, and he has long been used to it.

But Song Xiaosi's approach today made Song Bingjue really unhappy.

From the living room back to the upstairs room, it was only more than fifty meters away, and Song Bingjue was heavy step by step.

When he walked to the door of his room, he vaguely saw that Song Xiaosi's door was open, and he was about to close the door.

Out of curiosity, he poked inside.

？？？

What about people?

Walking into the room, Song Xiaosi was not found anywhere, and in the next second, Song Bingjue understood where Song Xiaosi went.

Song Xiaosi!!

He was furious in his heart.

He knew that Song Xiaosi was not in his room, so he must have gone to Mu Goodnight's room, and Song Xiaosi had always had this habit.

Never mind...

Out of sight, out of mind, just don't think about it.

Back in the study, he sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and began to work on the papers.

Song Bingjue, who had never felt impatient because of official business, was completely unable to read these documents today, he could only see countless words and countless dates densely packed in front of him.

Two elbows rested on the table, slender hands weaving back and forth through thick hair.

He tried to concentrate his attention, only to find that he couldn't control himself at all.

His rare fidgeting was all because of good night.

Sitting in his chair, he found that he could not do anything.

And so it was, an hour passed, an hour was wasted.

Suddenly, he rubbed and stood up.

He walked towards Mu Wan's room with a menacing attitude.

Every step is full of murderous energy, like a general preparing to go to battle.

However, this momentum, after he arrived at Mu Wan's door, disappeared and turned into a tiptoeing appearance.

He cautiously opened the door of Mu Wan's night, for fear of making a relatively loud noise to wake Mu Wannight and Song Xiaosi up.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The door still makes a relatively small noise.

He stared at the door: I should fix you up in time.

Song Bingjue didn't even let go of the door

Pass... When a person's hatred reaches a certain level, it will really affect other things around him...

Seeing the two people on the bed, Song Bingjue became more and more strange, how could he feel like he was caught in adultery...

He's really sick.

"Song Xiaosi, you sleep when you sleep, why are you holding Wanwan's arm!" He said in his heart, his eyes kept glued to Mu Wan's arm.

"Song Xiaosi, you dare to sleep with my wife, if you weren't sleeping at night, I would have woken you up immediately!"

He grew angrier and angrier, and approached Mu Wan's bedside.

He pondered how to take Song Xiaosi away without waking up Mu Goodnight.

He came to Song Xiaosi's side, slowly lifted the quilt, and carefully pulled Song Xiaosi's hand off Mu Wanyi's arm: "Stinky boy, it's quite tight!"

Who would believe that Song Bingjue, the high-ranking president, would actually eat his son's vinegar at home, if this matter spreads, how can the face of the dignified president Song Bingjue remain?

After several attempts and efforts, Song Bingjue perfectly picked up Song Xiaosi from the bed at noon, and did not wake up Mu Goodnight.

At this moment, he was holding Song Xiaosi, and there were already a few obvious beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Stinky boy, it's all so heavy, it's time to eat less!"

The five-year-old boy is nearly one meter tall, and he weighs forty or fifty pounds if he says more, Song Bingjue feels this way, completely because of his hatred for his son.

However, after looking at Mu Wanye on the bed, and then at Song Xiaosi in his arms, Song Bingjue found that the two of them really looked alike.

After staring at it for a while, he took Song Xiaosi and left the room.

carried Song Xiaosi back to his room and put him on the bed.

At that moment, Song Bingjue was relieved, the pressure in his heart disappeared, and his mood became better.

He left Song Xiaosi's room full of joy, and he couldn't hide the happiness written on his face.

How many fathers in the world will be jealous of their sons like this?

No one knows that Song Bingjue was originally a genuine naïve ghost.

Song Bingjue returned to the room and sat in front of the office desk, which was only ten minutes apart from just now, but the feeling was very different.

Now, he can finally work on his documents with peace of mind.

Sure enough, throughout the afternoon, he handled it smoothly and quickly, and the quantity that used to take five or six hours to process was handled in four hours today.

He sat down in his chair and soothed his muscles.

After slowing down and sitting a little stiff, my mind was preparing for what to arrange for the evening.

Song Bingjue went to visit Mu Goodnight's door, and found that Mu Goodnight had not woken up yet, and was about to go downstairs to discuss the plan for dinner with Uncle Li, this time, he would not let Song Xiaosi spoil his good deeds again.

"Uncle Li, discuss something with you..."

At first, Song Bingjue was a little difficult to speak...

He told Uncle Li about his plan, and told him thousands of times that Song Xiaosi would take him back to the room after eating.

Uncle Li naturally understood what Song Bingjue meant.

However, seeing Song Bingjue like this, he still felt a little funny.

"Sir, what are you doing with your child! Where do children understand so much! ”

In Uncle Li's opinion, Song Xiaosi clings to Mu Goodnight, which is nothing more than missing Mu Goodnight too much, but in Song Bingjue's eyes, Song Xiaosi is robbing himself of a woman.

"I don't care!"

Song Bingjue actually said such arrogant words in front of Uncle Li, which made Uncle Li quite shocked.

Realizing that he was embarrassed, Song Bingjue tried his best to hide his embarrassment and changed the topic: "In short, you must not slack off on what I explain to you!"

"Yes sir, don't worry! If the little master doesn't leave, I'll take him away! ”

Uncle Li expressed his loyalty to Song Bingjue here.

After discussing the content of the meal, Uncle Li asked the servants to prepare, and now Song Bingjue is waiting for Mu Wanhao to wake up.

He returned to his room and opened the closet.

All white shirts and blazers in light to dark colors, Song Bingjue picked out a brand new white shirt and prepared to change it into.

As he lifted his arm, he sniffed at the crunching spot.

Conclusion: bad taste and needs to be washed.

I simply stripped naked and walked into the bathroom.

He's going to have to prepare for tonight, because tonight is very important and he can't afford to make a mistake.

Turning on the faucet, he took out the killer feature he had never used before – shower gel and applied it evenly to his body.

Before that, he had always felt that men who used shower gel were very... Mother...

So when he applied the shower gel, the expression on his face seemed to have been distorted, and it looked very painful, as if someone was forcing him.

"It's not that bad, but it does smell good."

After coming out of the bathroom, Song Bingjue said to himself.

Almost dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist. Use a small towel to wipe the water off your hair.

In fact, the man's fragrant fragrance is not the performance of his mother, and Song Bingjue is only now correcting his values.

He's going to put some perfume on his body in a while.

How do you feel that Song Bingjue at this moment is more like the kind of girl who is ready to date her boyfriend and carefully paints beautiful makeup at home...

repeatedly confirmed that his armpits were fragrant at the moment, and Song Bingjue was relieved.

Not long ago, Mu Wannight also woke up.

looked at both sides of the bed, but did not see Song Xiaosi's figure.

What's going on? Xiao Si woke up?

Mu Wan'an thought, maybe he woke up first, and he didn't want to disturb himself, so he left.

So I didn't think much about it.

After sleeping for so long, Mu Wannight was very comfortable, and stretched out a very comfortable waist in bed. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, I couldn't help but exclaim.

"I've slept for so long!?"

Even though she was amazed, she was puzzled.

After all, Mu Wan's usual nap is two or three hours at most, and he has never slept from noon to six o'clock, which is incredible.

opened the curtains that originally wanted to block the sun, and Mu Wannight realized that it was almost dark outside.

Anyway, the sun has already struck, and the moon should come in a while.

Wearing slippers and pajamas, her hair is a little messy, and she looks like a girl at home.

She opened the door and prepared to go to Song Xiaosi's room to see if Song Xiaosi was there.

"Where's the perfume?"

Song Bingjue was rummaging through the cabinets in the room, looking for the perfume he had used before.

I searched for a long time, but to no avail.

"Forget it..."Anyway, there is exactly the same one in the display case in the study.

He wiped his hair with a wet towel in one hand and walked out of the room.

But he didn't want to, Mu Wan'an, who was about to go to Song Xiaosi's room, suddenly bumped into a strong chest before passing by Song Bingjue's room.

Mu Wan's whole face was buried in it...