Mo Yunye's cold words rang in Xiao Tuanzi's ears, and he was shocked, and he cautiously raised his eyes to look at his father.

Finished......

Now the grassroots father must be angry.

Mo Ziming secretly speculated in his heart, and a trace of fear appeared in his clear pupils.

Although he was naughty on weekdays, it was the first time he had seen Mo Yunye like this.

"Father, I ......"

The little guy nodded his fingertips weakly, and the weakness in his eyes lingered.

"How are you?"

A little coldness lingered around Mo Yunye's body, and his low and cold eyes once again made Mo Zi shrink his body.

"Knock on the button...... Master, can my subordinates come in? ”

There was a knock on the door, like a savior.

"Uncle Yunsan, come in quickly."

Mo Ziming happily showed his small dimples at him, and couldn't wait to wave at him.

Perhaps forced to survive, the little guy's attitude towards Yun San today is much better than before.

Yun San looked at the two of them and froze in place.

He didn't know if he should go in or not.

If you move in, I'm afraid you will be blasted out by Mo Yunye, who has already reached the limit of anger.

But if you don't go in......

It seems to be okay too.

Yun San weighed it again and again, and stood straight at the door, without making any moves.

He raised his head and deliberately avoided Mo Ziming's pitiful eyes.

He couldn't go in.

The prince and the prince, he chooses the prince.

Mo Ziming lowered his eyes, looking a little discouraged, but soon he looked like he was at home.

"Father, I ......"

After thinking for a long time, Mo Ziming chose to bow his head temporarily.

But outside the house, a soft and glutinous little milk voice came in, and Mo Ziming quickly heard it, it was Guan'er's sister.

"Brother! Brother Ziming! Brother, where are you? ”

Thinking of the letter he wrote earlier, Mo Ziming lay down under Mo Yunye's gloomy gaze, pulled the quilt, and pretended to be asleep. The action is done neatly in one go.

The second monk was confused, and he didn't know why Mo Ziming suddenly did this.

But others don't know, Mo Yunye can see it clearly.

But he was a little interested, and he wanted to see what ridiculous things his son could do.

Mo Yunye gave Yun San a look, and Hunger understood what he meant.

The entourage and maids outside the house were all dismissed, so that Si Wan'er could reach Mo Ziming's side smoothly.

The little girl has short legs and a cute skirt. Today, I combed two small braids, and I also wore some simple beaded jewelry on the braids.

The little guy was clever and clever, and knew that this was the Regent's Palace, so he hugged his little hand tightly, shrunk his body and looked around cautiously.

My mother told her that the most difficult thing was the regent in the imperial capital.

Even if she likes a beautiful uncle, she wants to choose the latter more than her mother.

Under the leadership of the maid, Si Wan'er smoothly entered Mo Ziming's house, she poked her head and looked inside.

"Brother? Brother Ziming? ”

Si Wan'er called softly, only to hear Mozi's pitiful weak voice in the room.

"Sister Guan'er...... I, I'm here. ”

Mo Ziming deliberately pinched his throat, and his weak voice was well disguised, if he didn't listen confidently, he really couldn't hear anything wrong.

Everyone knew what was going on, but without Mo Yunye opening his mouth, they didn't dare to tell the little girl the truth.

When he heard Mozi's weak voice, Xiao Tuanzi couldn't hold back any longer and ran in the direction where his voice came from.

Sure enough, on the bed was the weak and unconscious Mo Ziming, who was lying on the bed weakly at the moment, his eyes full of pity.

Mo Yunye, who had been watching Mo Ziming's performance, deepened his eyes.

He didn't seem to know his son well.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Is it painful? ”

Si Wan'er stepped forward with concern, pulling the edge of the bed with her little hand, and she wanted to sit on it.

But the little hands that have nowhere to put her have nowhere to start.

Seeing this, Mo Yunye stood up from his side for the first time, slowly walked to the little guy, and dragged her up with his big hand.

Si Wan'er looked back in surprise, blinked her eyes, and looked at the person behind her, she was stunned.

She was only looking for Mo Ziming, and she ignored the beautiful uncle on the side.

"Pretty uncle."

The little girl spoke softly, and the little milk sound fell on the ears of the regent, inexplicably comfortable.

He seems to like this little guy a little.

"Next time you want to come, this king will personally send a carriage to pick you up."

Mo Yunye spoke slowly, and his words made Mo Ziming's jaw drop in shock.

But because he is still pretending to be sick, he can't say more.

His cold-faced father was so kind to a little girl, and he didn't know what went wrong.

"Carriage ......"

Si Wan'er muttered to herself, and the things that came to her mind when she went to the street were sitting in the rich and noble.

There were several people carrying it, and there was a very beautiful lady sitting inside.

She once hid in the crowd with Sister Lu Xuan to watch, but neither of them had ever sat in a sedan chair.

My mother said that she had sat down, but when she asked her about it, she just casually told her.

Because my mother didn't like her at that time.

"Pretty uncle, can you go and see the sedan chair later?"

The little girl suddenly raised her head, and her big watery eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.

She'd seen a sedan chair, but she'd never sat on it.

Hearing this, Mo Yunye was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that this little guy has never sat down?

Sifu is also a family, how can her treatment be so bad?

"Okay."

Mo Yunye nodded slightly, the little guy's request, he never thought of refusing.

"Ahem......"

Hanging aside was Mo Ziming, who felt as if he had been neglected.

His grassroots father and sister Guan'er have been chatting for so long, is it because he wants to rob Sister Guan'er.

No, he didn't agree.

Hearing Mo Ziming's cough intentionally or unintentionally, Mo Yunye didn't know what he had in mind.

The father and son combined have eight hundred hearts, but for Si Wan'er, who has never been in contact with things outside the deep mansion, they play more hearts and eyes than she has eaten.

"Brother Ziming, do you want to eat sugar candy? My mother said that when I was sad, I would eat sugar candy, which would work. ”

The little guy took out a candy cube wrapped in it and handed it to Mo Ziming, and his eyes under his eyelashes were extremely expectant.

She had never eaten this candy cube before, it was given by her mother.

Mo Ziming 'weakly' took the candy cube, and a touch of cunning crossed his eyes.

"Then thank you, Sister Guan'er."

He calmly took the candy cube, and as he peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to put it in his mouth, he glanced up at the little girl.

There seemed to be longing in her eyes.

"Sister Guan'er, one and a half."

Mozi Ming broke open the candy cube and handed it to Si Wan'er.

The little guy waved his hand: "No need, Brother Ziming, don't eat it." ”

Although she refused, Mo Ziming could see that the little guy was greedy.

"Sister Guan'er, don't shirk it."

Mo Ziming put half of it back in her hand.

After going back and forth, Si Wan'er no longer shirked, and sent it into his mouth.

A sweet taste came from the tip of their tongues, and the two little ones smiled and bent their eyes.

……