In the office, Mo Yixuan put all the agreements one after another into the drawer, and he raised his hand to look at the watch he was wearing, which showed 17:35.

He stood up, propped his hands on the desk, and turned his eyes to Yang Mingyu on the side.

"Mingyu, I'll go back first, call me if there's something important." He briefly confessed, and stuffed the mobile phone and car keys on the desk into his pocket.

Yang Mingyu threw the pen he was signing on the desk, looked up, and glanced at the brother in front of him meaningfully.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Yixuan was a little displeased by his staring, how could this look so strange.

Yang Mingyu coldly hooked the corners of his mouth, and laughed with a hint of mockery.

He remembered that Yixuan had never left work so early in the past, and was often busy until late at night, but recently he had been stepping on the clock every day like an ordinary employee. He didn't have to ask, and he knew it was to go home to see his son.

Since having a son, this man is really like a different person.

He couldn't help but sigh, and the woman he saw a few weeks ago came to his mind, the woman who was about to give birth but had to carry everything alone, even giving birth. She should be about to give birth, I just hope she can give birth safely.

When Mo Yixuan returned home, it was not half past six. The hurried steps could be seen that he was eager to go home.

When he walked into the hall, he saw the nurse holding the baby.

"Give it to me." He directly stretched out his slender hand and carefully held the child in his arms.

The child has grown and looks better than when he was born, and his skin has become smooth and delicate. However, the facial features can also be clearly seen.

He Huiyun, the nurse on the side, looked at Mo Yixuan from time to time, and also wanted to see some similarities, but she didn't seem to see them. This child is not ugly, but she is not a pretty child, not even as beautiful as her own.

The so-called child's appearance is inherited from his parents, and Mr. Mo is a talent, Yushu is in the wind, and Miss Xia is also born beautiful, it seems that this child has not inherited it.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yixuan glared back at the nurse, feeling that the woman next to him seemed to be staring at him all the time, and that gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.

He Huiyun hurriedly shook his head.

"No, it's to see that the baby grows more and more beautiful, and the longer it grows, the more it looks like you, especially the eyes, the same color as you, Mr. Mo." Dullicious words blurted out. She didn't dare tell the truth. The tongue will be pulled out.

Mo Yixuan reached out and pinched his son's white and tender little face.

His son, of course, like him. Otherwise, who else can he look like. He thought that when he was born, he should have looked similar to this child, and when his son grew up, he must be a tall and handsome guy.

Xia Yuwei came down from upstairs, her hands supporting her waist, as if she was tired. When she saw the man in the hall, she smiled like a flower.

"Yixuan, I asked the wedding party to help us rearrange the new house, you can go and take a look. And the makeup artist also came today and consulted my opinion. Xia Yuwei smiled, and her beautiful face was the expectation of becoming a bride. And when she opened her mouth, she was most concerned about her heart, and as for her son, she didn't even glance at it.

The wedding was going to take place in five days, and she was counting the time. The anticipation was unprecedented.