Old Lady Mo continued, "I’m going to the Garden to see Ziyao!"
After speaking, Old Lady Mo turned around and walked out the door.
Ni Yang carefully placed Mo Ziyin on the bed and reached out to take the wailing Mo Zi’an, "Erbao, don’t cry, Mommy’s got you."
The little guy heard Ni Yang’s voice, opened his eyes and took a look.
At the moment Ni Yang took him, he completely stopped crying.
His small hands grabbed at the falling strands of hair.
Ni Yang didn’t mind the pain, she bent down and kissed the little guy.
Mo Qishen quickly stretched out his hand, blocking the little guy’s face, and Ni Yang’s lips landed on the back of Mo Qishen’s hand.
"What’s wrong?" Ni Yang looked up puzzled.
Mo Qishen said, "His face is covered with tears, drool, and snot, it’s filthy! Let’s wash it first..."
Cleaning him up might make him more presentable.
The rejected Mo Baobao: "..." Damn! Is this my real dad?
Mo Qishen continued, "This disobedient little brat, I even barked like a dog and he didn’t listen! I really don’t know what he wants!"
The little Mo Baobao rejected by his dad: "..." You just take advantage of me because I can’t speak!
Ni Yang laughed and said, "How old is he!? Can he understand you barking like a dog? Maybe he’s hungry, you go out first, I need to feed the baby."
"I’m his dad, not an outsider." Mo Qishen was unwilling to leave.
"Hurry up and go out." With a look, Ni Yang swept her gaze over, and Mo Qishen immediately backed down, quickly carrying the child and running out.
They are a couple, having long been open with each other; Ni Yang wasn’t worried about him seeing anything, but Mo Qishen especially loved to fight with the child over food!
He’s already a father now!
No shame at all!
Ni Yang can see through his little thoughts clearly, just unwilling to point it out.
Mo Qishen took the little guy to the outer hall, casually placed the little one on the sofa, and picked up a finance newspaper to read.
The little guy, full and content, didn’t fuss, just stared with big round eyes at the ceiling.
Mo Qishen glanced sideways at Mo Ziyin, satisfied, "That’s better, if you dare to cry, I’ll throw you in the trash! What are you staring at me for? You think I won’t do it? Little rascal! You’ve got no idea what kind of ghosts and goblins your dad has dealt with before, and I can’t handle you?"
Little Mo Ziyin tried hard to take his small hands out of his clothes and started gnawing on them.
Mo Qishen continued reading the newspaper.
When Ni Yang came out after feeding, half an hour had passed.


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