Chapter 948: Twelve's Overage IQ (2)

Quan Mo's face was very cold, he didn't say anything, staring at her phone, suddenly, her black eyes squinted at the driver next to her.

After making sure that no one was staring at him, Quan Mo held the phone with one hand, lifted the corner of his lips with the other, and showed a faint smile at her, and there was a starlight in his black eyes......

This smile......

It was his cute smile that sold to Xiao Anxia.

"Poofโ€”"

An Ge burst out laughing and covered his mouth with his hand.

He was making her happy.

She's not upset, she's really not, she's happy that he's able to do this......

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On the side, the maid suddenly exclaimed.

An Ge heard the sound and looked over, only to see the maid staring at the twelve standing in front of the coffee table, and An Ge hurriedly tilted his head to look over.

This glance made An Ge completely stunned.

I saw Twelve standing in front of the coffee table, holding a small piece of the puzzle in his little hands and putting it up......

The white snow map was actually spelled out in half.

Although the white snow puzzle is a very small puzzle, not big, but the color is originally single, it is difficult to put together, and there is not even the original picture, and Twelve should only see one look......

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Ange's eyes widened in shock, and in disbelief, he walked over to squat down beside Twelve, watching him put down a piece of the puzzle very calmly.

An Ge rubbed his eyes and carefully examined the half-spelled diagram, and there were no mistakes.

Is her son really just over a year old?!

Did she hold the wrong child again?!

An Ge hurriedly pointed the mobile phone camera at Twelve, and his voice was a little excited, "Quan Mo, have you seen it, have you seen it?!" โ€

"See."

Kwon Mo's calm voice came from his phone.

"Quan Mo ......" An Ge couldn't believe it, "Let's go and do that DNA, I always feel that Twelve is more than two years old." โ€

When she was two years old...... What will be?

Ange couldn't remember it at all.

"Inherit my legs, inherit my IQ, what's to be surprised about." Kwon Mo's reaction was much calmer than hers, and it was a matter of course.

As if their son was supposed to be so smart.

This man...... It's narcissistic.

Hearing their conversation, Twelve stood in front of the coffee table, raised his head and glanced at An Ge, his gaze was very calm, and then lowered his head and continued to play with the puzzle.

"You should go and get your son's IQ tested." A voice came.

An Ge turned his head and saw Mr. Luo coming over, he was looking down at Twelve who was meditating on the puzzle, and said, "Your son's IQ should be far beyond his peers." โ€

Far exceeding?!

It can't be, it should only be talented in puzzles, just like a child can memorize poetry at the age of one or two.

"You deliberately tested my son with a puzzle?"

An Ge asked.

"Puzzles test every aspect of a child." Mr. Luo glanced at Twelve, and then looked at her, "Your son is not simple, if he can be cultivated in the dark court, over time, he will become a great tool." โ€

Hearing this, An Ge finally understood what he meant by saying three words in a row.

"It's best if Quan Mo has worked for the Black Court for generations, and Mr. Luo is even more satisfied, isn't he?" An Ge asked with a smirk.

"It's not."

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Mr. Luo looked at her, then at Twelve, with a deep meaning in his eyes, and said, "Come over for dinner, my daughter will be here soon." โ€

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An Ge squatted beside Twelve and caught Mr. Luo's eyes, but he couldn't guess what the deep meaning in those eyes meant.