Chapter 803: A Demon One, Here! 3

So, Mo Liancheng's sentence, the people who wanted to come to witness the return of the Eighth Prince in the next few days were forcibly blocked out of the door. And Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er have been staying in the Eighth Prince, not asking about the world, playing with their children wholeheartedly, enjoying this rare peace and warmth.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Early in the morning, after the meal, the study of the frost courtyard.

Mo Liancheng stayed there, drawing.

It is a picture of mother and son playing, with profound painting skills, and the demeanor of the mother and son is depicted in three points. When he returned to life here, he found that he liked it more and more, and it had nothing to do with pretending to be indifferent before, but he really liked the tranquility here and the smile of the mother and son.

"Chengcheng, what do you say Xiao Yu'er is thinking?"

"Curious, inquisitive."

"......" he used two words to describe it?

The corners of Qu Tan'er's mouth twitched, "How do you know?" ”

"Haha! A sucker. He shook his head and cursed indulgently.

She ignored it, but after a while, she asked with great interest: "Chengcheng, when do you say Xiao Yu'er will call her mother?" He seems to be a little stupid. In our modern age, an eight-month-old child will call for his mother. The little guy looks like he is a year old and a few months old. ”

Let Xiao Yu'er call her mother, a certain girl is looking forward to it, but Mo Liancheng is amazing!

"Tan'er, if you force him to shout now, he will shout."

"Force?! ...... "Does the little guy still need to shout?" What do you mean? Qu Tan'er turned her head strangely and looked at the little guy who was lying on the low couch in a serious manner. The little guy is currently flipping through a thick handful of books, seemingly playing, but turning page after page. The pause time on each page is about five seconds.

It's rhythmic, and it's quite regular.

Occasionally, it would stop for a long time, but soon it would come back again.

Isn't she too sluggish?

"Chengcheng ......" she wanted to cry.

What kind of baby was born! This product, it's only a little over a year old, and it will be loaded?!

At this time, Mo Liancheng said lightly: "I taught him to read and write half a month ago." ”

"Can Xiao Yu'er understand?"

"As the son of this king, does he dare not understand?" A certain master raised his eyebrows, looking as a matter of course. But this tone, how does it sound so good?

Qu Tan'er was completely embarrassed. But when she thought of the world of Xuanling, she was able to accept it. What's more, Xiao Yu'er is already extraordinary, and after the baptism of aura, she can cultivate the spirit of Xuanshuang.

All right. She accepted the surprise.

But what's next?

"Yu'er, call Niang!" She rolled up her sleeves and put on a vicious face, as if threatening, but the little one raised his little head, glanced at her with dark eyes, and then lowered his head and continued to flip through the book. Why does that little look feel like you're looking at an idiot?!

Don't pretend? The little guy doesn't pretend this time?

When Qu Tan'er saw it, she fainted, "Chengcheng, I'm being ignored, I'm very sad." ”

Mo Liancheng smiled faintly, and then glanced at his precious son, "Yu'er, call mother." ”

The little guy pouted, and said in a milky voice, "Mommy." ”

"Bang!! ~ "Qu Tan'er is really down! Turn around again, and can't wait to go to the corner of the wall to draw circles.

Call Mommy, not Mommy!!

The truth of this sentence could have been understood by the little guy a month ago. But has the little one been too lazy to bark?

At this time, Yu Hao reported outside, "Lord Wang, Xiao Ligongzi is here." ”

Mo Liancheng is closed and does not see guests, and this one is naturally selective.