Mo Xiaodie put down the kitchen knife in her hand and stared at her son: "Why should I like him?"

Mo Zizhong tilted his head, serious: "First, President Lu is good-looking, strict with himself, and has money." Second, he is our biological father after all, and Ran Ran and I don't want to see him marry another woman. Thirdly, I think children who have both a father and a mother are the happiest, and Mommy should think about it for us. ”

"Do you mean that you and Ran Ran are not happy now?" Mo Xiaodie suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked her son. Unexpectedly, my son has not spoken, but he has been longing for his father in his heart.

Mo Zizhong shook his head: "With Mommy, Uncle Li, and Godfather, Godmother is here, of course Ran Ran and I are very happy." But—"

As he spoke, he lowered his head.

"But what?" Mo Xiaodie didn't know why her son suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

"However, we also want Mommy to be happy. Godmother has godfather with her, Uncle Li will definitely find someone you like, we will grow up, we will go out to school, we will start a family, and then there will be only Mommy left, you will feel very lonely. I hope Mommy also has someone to hurt and love. ”

The son said such profound and long-term words at a young age, which shocked and moved Mo Xiaodie.

She squatted down and hugged her son: "With you with Mommy! Mommy is not alone." ”

"But we will grow up, we will have our own lovers, Mommy, it's okay if it's not Mr. Lu, you go and fall in love, let yourself relax, don't put so much pressure on yourself every day. ”

Seeing her son's young age, but with a mature face to persuade herself to fall in love, she was angry and funny, pinched his nose and pretended to be angry: "Mo Zizhong, do you dislike Mommy?"

Mo Zizhong took the opportunity to hug her neck and coquettishly: "No, Dabao likes Mommy the most." ”

Mo Xiaodie touched his head: "Go and help Mommy set the dishes and chopsticks, the meal will be ready soon." ”

Soon, the meal was set and everyone was seated.

Ran Ran ate the braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs she made herself, and looked satisfied: "If only I could eat the food made by Mommy every day." ”

Mo Zizhong pinched her little belly in disgust: "If you still eat, you are about to become a pig." ”

Ran Ran slapped his hand away, and his eyes glared: "I want you to take care of it!"

Wang Ping sandwiched some green vegetables for Ran Ran: "Come, Ran Ran, eat some green vegetables, otherwise you will be constipated again." ”

Mo Zizhong frowned: "Godmother, can you not say such unappetizing words when eating." ”

Wang Ping couldn't help laughing: "This is unappetizing, when you were a child, we were eating, and you pulled me up!"

Mo Zizhong's little face turned red all of a sudden: "Godmother, why do you keep mentioning things when you were a child." ”

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Ran Ran pointed to his face: "Brother, shame!"

Everyone had a great time at lunch. Mo Xiaodie's depressed mood gradually improved in the laughter of the children.

After lunch, she watched TV and played with toys with Ran Ran and Zizhong for a while. Then, the two little guys reluctantly followed Wang Ping to take a nap.