Mu Zichen slowly walked towards the man on the bed, he already knew who he was from the first glance, if it weren't for the similarity of that face and Mommy's nervousness, he wouldn't have thought carefully about the connection between them.

Although he never had the intention of betraying Mommy, when he saw this man, he couldn't help but want to get close, to understand, to hear his voice.

Even if he knew Mommy didn't like it, he just wanted to get close to this man.

He tried to ask, "Who are you?" in a slightly trembling tone. "There is a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of urgency, and more of apprehension and uneasiness.

"I'm your father, are you satisfied?" The tone is as calm as imagined, and as domineering and accurate as imagined, there is no doubt.

"Father?······" A very strange title.

"Yes, Father!"

"Isn't it Daddy or Daddy?"

"Father is a hopeful word, dad or daddy is more sissy, which one would you rather be?"

"Oh, but everyone else calls you Daddy or Daddy, do you think I'm embarrassed to call you Daddy?"

"I don't care, no matter which one you call, it shows a fact, I won't mind!"

"Then your surname is Mo?"

"Why don't I call you Lao Mo?"

"No, I still have two old inks on me, you will know each other in the future."

"Oh, do you have any other name?"

"You can call Father Chen, how about it?"

"Father Chen?······?" Stranger appellations.

"Yes, Father Chen!"

"Yes, a more creative title, Mu Zichen's father?"

"Yes, Father Chen."

"Isn't it old-fashioned?"

"I don't dislike it, but you don't like it?"

"I think I'm older than my father."

"You just said you were more creative!"

"I'm afraid of people laughing at me."

"You are the son of my Mo Kun, when have you ever been afraid of anyone! You are not allowed to be afraid of anyone, you know? ”

"Okay, I'll call you Father Chen in the future, that's right, Chen····· Father, ······, why don't you get up in bed? ”

"Your mommy won't let me get up, so I won't dare to get up."

Mu Xiaonuan listened to the conversation between this pair of strange father and son, why didn't they hug their heads and cry as they imagined or despise her with jealousy and hatred, but instead discussed a title, and when they looked up at the two heads of the big and the small looking at her, they couldn't help but retort: "When did I not allow you to get out of bed?" ”

"Just now, before Aaron came in." Mo Kun had a smile on his face, and the banter in his eyes was obvious, completely like an object, wronged, helpless and weak.

Mu Xiaonuan looked at Mu Zichen with a pair of inquiring eyes, and the grievance in her heart skyrocketed: "I just don't want you to be like that, who told you to be like that!" ”

A few words like that made her feel as if she was hiding something, and then looking at this silent father and son, she suddenly felt that she was a mistake here, which made her instantly have a desire to escape: "I'll help Aunt Fang cook, remember to come to dinner later!" ”

Mu Zichen felt that Mommy's previous sentence was said to him, and the latter sentence should be said to the person on the bed, he turned his head to look at the man, and with an inquiring look, he accused him of his silence.

The man received his son's gaze, and he did not live up to his hopes: "Okay, I know, I won't let you wait too long." ”

Mu Xiaonuan stumbled as she walked towards the door, almost tripped over the threshold, she turned her head and looked at the big and small heads, eager to slap herself twice: "You just do it, wait for what it means to die, everything that was originally good makes yourself worse and worse, see how you clean it up." ’

Her only purpose now is to escape from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and escape from this bastard Mo Kun! Big bastard!