The two were startled, Quan Mo immediately turned his head keenly, An Ge followed his line of sight, and saw a small figure sitting on the carpet in the middle of a set of modular sofas, a crayon fell to the ground, but the little hand still maintained the posture of holding the pen with a full hand, and a pair of eyes looked at them calmly......

"Twelve."

An Ge was stunned, hurriedly pulled off his clothes and walked over, his face flushed.

Twelve sat on the carpet, with a pretty little face with no expression and a pair of eyes that were surprisingly calm, and he lowered his head and picked up the crayons, and did not draw on paper, but on the carpet......

The carpet is plastered in a colorful way.

"What about the servant? Where did the death go?! ”

Kwon Mo wrinkled his eyebrows in displeasure.

This kid is staring at them all the time here? I didn't even make a sound.

"Yes, I'm sorry, young master, young grandmother." A maid hurried over with milk and hurriedly apologized.

“……”

Quan Mo glared at her coldly.

The servant was so frightened that he fell to his knees.

Twelve sat there, looking at the kneeling servant with some astonishment, and then at Quan Mo, his little face was still surprisingly calm......

Their son is really calm.

"Hurry up." An Ge was afraid that his son would be frightened, so he hurriedly pulled the maid up.

Quan Mo glanced at Twelve who was sitting on the ground, his eyes fell on the colorful carpet, and his brows frowned.

“……”

Twelve sat on the ground, looking at Quan Mo, his little face was obviously uncomfortable, and his little hand grabbed the clean place on the blanket.

The blanket is discolored.

His little hands were still clean, and they didn't get any color.

An Ge pushed Quan Mo.

Kwon Mo looked at her.

An Ge pointed at him, and then pointed to his own eyes, silently reminding him that his eyes were a little fierce, which scared the child.

"......" Quan Mo's eyes flashed with a touch of innocence, cleared his throat, squatted on the ground, and looked at his son at eye level, "Twelve." ”

Twelve looked at him and stood up from the ground, his little hands grabbing his clothes, showing his helplessness.

"Call Daddy."

Quan Mo said.

"Daddy." Twelve mouths screamed clearly.

"Go to TV." Quan Mo said again.

“……”

An Ge was speechless, a perfunctory father-son dialogue.

Twelve was very interested in television, and nodded when he heard this, and the servant immediately stepped forward to take him by the hand.

Twelve followed the servant away, and suddenly glanced back at An Ge.

The eyes are still so calm.

An Ge really couldn't read his son's meaning, and when he thought about it, his eyes always seemed to have a deep meaning; Thinking about it deeply, he was still a child under two years old.

"Did you name your son?" An Ge turned his head to stare at Kwon Mo.

"Anyway, it's not a half-summer, a summer."

Quan Mo looked at her coldly.

An Ge smiled faintly, "I also like you to eat a little jealousy occasionally." ”

Quan Mo slapped her on the top of her head with a big palm, rubbing her hair wildly......

"By the way, what about the kids?"

An Ge asked again.

In the village, at the time of the explosion, many of Quan Mo's subordinates protected a child at the first time......

The adults are all dead.

The child died 6 and lived 5, and the hospital under the consortium was diagnosed and treated, and there were both minor and serious injuries.

Although Twelve was surprisingly calm, An Ge thought that he would miss that group of friends.

"The seriously injured are also out of danger, and all five of them will survive." Quan Mo glanced at the direction that Twelve left, and said indifferently.