At this time, Yuan Yuan also looked at the child in front of him, but he didn't reach for the toy.

He doesn't want anything now, just Mom.

Mo Ye ignored him, but stood there quietly, holding the glider and looking left and right, as if he was looking for a button, wanting to know how to play with this toy.

It's just that he studied it for a long time and couldn't understand it.

At this time, a small hand reached over and snatched the thing in his hand, and Yuan Yuan found a small rope at the tail of the glider, and he pulled the small rope a little, and then released the glider in his hand.

Finally, the glider flew up, flew two or three meters in the air, and then slowly descended, and finally landed at the door of the room.

Mo Ye was very happy, as if he had a treasure, he hurriedly ran to the door, picked up the glider, and then held it in his arms, and then walked in front of Yuanyuan, looking at this little boy who was about the same age as him.

At this time, Yuan Yuan finally stopped crying, but he was still reluctant to speak. Just sit there dumbfounded.

But even so, Li Qin was very happy, as long as the child didn't cry, she wouldn't worry. This kid, it's a matter of a few hours to lose his temper, and when the child gets used to it, it's fine.

She walked in front of Mo Ye, patted the child's little face, and said with a smile: "Ye Ye, ......" Li Qin pointed to Yuanyuan, "This is Yuanyuan." ”

"Fate ......" Mo Ye raised his little head, looked at his grandmother, and then looked at the little boy in front of him.

Li Qin nodded, "Yes, this is fate, it's a younger brother, you will be an elder brother in the future, and you will have to take care of your younger brother, you know?" Li Qin said very seriously.

Looking at it now, it seems that Ye Ye is here, and if he has a companion, he may not cry so much.

Mo Ye nodded as if he understood.

He was very happy because there were friends who came, and they could play together.

He turned his head, looked at Yuanyuan again, smiled at him, and then stretched out his little hand and pulled Yuanyuan's sleeve, wanting him to come down and play with him.

Yuan Yuan pouted, saying that he didn't want to get off the stool.

After a while, a tall figure appeared at the doorway, and the projected black shadow stretched long, long.

Mo Ye turned his head and looked at the man at the door, and then called out "Dad" in a low voice

But he didn't run over and let his father hug him, because he knew that his father wouldn't hug him, he hadn't hugged him for a long time, and only two aunts in the family would hug him, and no one else would hug him.

He doesn't cry now, because when he cries, his grandmother will scold him, and his aunt will ignore him.

Mo Yixuan pursed his thin lips, his eyes were fixed on his son's body, seeing that his son was not crying, his hanging heart also let go of a little, he walked over, squatted down his tall body, and then stretched out a hand and gently stroked his son's red little face.

Yuan Yuan turned his face away in disgust, didn't speak, and didn't want to pay attention to the uncle in front of him.

Mo Yixuan's heart was suffocated, and he felt that there was a breath blocking his chest, which made him a little breathless.

However, he looked at his child with a smile, and he and Yan Yan's child were also very similar to his own children.

"Yuanyuan ......" Mo Yixuan shouted the child's nickname, and then took the bowl of millet porridge specially boiled for the child in the nanny's hand.

"How's he doing?" Mo Yixuan asked Wang Juan, the nanny on the side.