After dinner, Mozu Beitan still returned to the study to rest, and after hesitating at the door of the study with a cup of tea, he plucked up the courage to gently knock on the door.

"Enter." The man's deep voice rang out.

Qianzi Ke quietly walked into the room, and at a glance saw Mozu Beitan, who was working at the desk, and felt a little distressed.

"I've made you a cup of tea, you can taste it." The woman walked to Mozu Beitan's side and carefully placed the teacup in her hand in front of the man.

Mozu Beitan took a sip of tea, and raised his eyebrows: "Not bad." ”

A hint of a smile appeared on the woman's little face, Asa Zike glanced around, his eyes couldn't help but freeze on the door, remembering that he spoke to himself so coldly that night because of that door, retracted his gaze, the tea in the teacup was already empty, Asa Zike took the cup and said softly: "You remember to rest early, don't stay up late." ”

After speaking, he turned around and just took the first step, the man's magnetic voice sounded in his ears: "If you want to see it, go see it." ”

Asakko Ke was slightly stunned, she heard it right, he agreed to let him open that door?! ：

"Still no, I won't disturb your work." After thinking about it, the woman said.

"It's your only chance, and it's your last."

Asa Zike bit her lip lightly, her feet slowly moved to the door as if uncontrolled, the door was not closed, it was hidden, the woman took a deep breath and glanced at the man and opened the door: I saw that there was nothing in the large room, only a small and exquisite retro box in the middle of the floor.

Asa Zike walked over, knelt on the ground, carefully picked up the box and slowly opened it, and there was a photo inside!

There is a man and a woman in the photo, the man is handsome and domineering, and he always has the atmosphere of dominating the country; The beauty of women is captivating to the country and the city, and there is always the style of the mother's world.

Asa Zike squinted at the man in the photo, could he be ......

"It's my parents in the picture." Mozu Beitan spoke softly along the edge of the door.

Asa Zike turned his head to look at the man, then looked at the photo, and sighed sincerely: "It turns out that you are so handsome because you have inherited such good genes from Mo's father and Mo's mother." ”

Mozu Beitan didn't speak, just quietly looked at the woman sitting next to the box, looking at her as if he saw his mother, and a trace of fleeting grief flashed in his eyes.

Asa Zike put the photo back in the box, got up and walked to the man, wrapped his arms around the man's strong waist, put his little face on the man's chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and said softly: "Mo Dad Mo Mom has talked to me." ”

"Say what?" Mozu Beitan's big hand stroked the woman's head intentionally or unintentionally.

"They said I should take good care of you and support you in whatever you do, but I don't want to."

"Huh?"

"If you do something that hurts yourself, or something that is not good for you, I will not support you, and I will definitely not!" Asakko's voice was small but extremely firm.

Mozu Beitan suddenly remembered that night, she called him for her 'confession', looked down at the woman in her arms, and her eyes couldn't help but deepen.

Hugging each other for a long time, Asa Zike returned to the master bedroom, picked up the wool and tools under the bed, couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart, and began to knit the scarf, each stitch was knitted very seriously, and the needle and thread contained her full of intentions.

[The author has something to say: Update here in the morning, tickets, tickets, tickets, important things to say three times ~ See you in the evening]