The words on the scroll were copied from the words on the book, and the strokes were neatly drawn, chubby and soft, just like the owner of the characters.

The scene of the little guy leaning on the desk with two little tucks appearing in Mo Yinyuan's mind, holding a brush to write with his white and fat little hand.

The hard and cold heart softened again, as if it was stained with sour vinegar, with a touch of sourness.

Mo Yinyuan received countless gifts and countless rare treasures he had seen, but no matter how many gifts he had given, he could not compare to this painting.

He carefully rolled up the painting, as if he was treating some treasure, and then got up and got down the dragon case.

Eunuch Lin reminded: "Your Majesty, don't you still want to go to Fengyi Palace?"

"I'm not available!"

Don’t disturb me from going to Xianyou Palace!

Now I wish I could put on my wings and fly to Xianyou Palace!

Xianyou Palace quietly, the little guy fell asleep on the black cushion.

Her little body curled up insecurely, holding the small bottle tightly in her hand, her little face blushed, her curled eyelids were stained with crystal tears, and sobbing sounds in her little mouth.

"Dad~"

The saying "Dad" is as soft as a newborn little cat, which makes people feel distressed.

The heart of the King of Dalian suddenly stinged.

Without thinking about anything, he rushed forward and picked up the little guy.

Eunuch Lin rushed over and touched the little guy's forehead, then breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "The little princess didn't have a fever, she should be fainting from hunger again."

Mo Yinyuan carried the little guy to the bed, but Jiaojiao's little hand pulled his clothes and refused to let go.

She seemed to smell the smell of her father.

It made her feel very at ease.

But Daddy, don't mess with Jiaojiao.

"Dad, don't leave your nest, be good."

"Assuming ~"

"Kesu... the eldest brother is not wrong..."

The big brother is wrong because he was born a fool, but this is not what the big brother wants.

"Jiaojiao thinks, I miss my father's happiness... I miss my father's happiness... I miss my father's more people to accompany me... I care more..."

It turns out that the little guys are all thinking about me.

Mo Yinyuan let the little guy hold him, and he suddenly regretted what he said to her just now.

She is just a three-year-old child. I should give her more patience, listen to her explanation, and listen to her finish her words.

He lowered his head, looked at the little guy who was crying in his arms, raised his big palm and patted her back gently.

His thin lips stretched into a straight line, and he tried to say in a gentle voice: "Be good, Daddy is here."

This is the first time that Mr. Damn has experienced the feeling of regret.

It seemed that because of his words, the little guy was finally tired of crying and lay obediently on his chest. The pink and tender little hands were clenched into a fist, and the pink lips were breathing gently, making the serious illness Jun's heart feel soft again.

Such a cute little guy, how could I bear to make her cry?

The serious illness man looked at the little guy's sleeping face and fell into self-blame.

Eunuch Lin knew that the emperor was in a bad mood at this moment, so he consciously left and asked the people in the imperial kitchen to prepare some meals.

Jiaojiao sniffed the peace of mind on her father and slept for a night.

She gently moved her curled eye feathers, and her azure blue watery eyes opened. When she saw her father who was closing her eyes by the bed, she realized that she was sleeping in his arms with her father's arms.

She blinked her cat's eyes and looked at her father for a while.

Daddy looks so good~

She reached out to touch her father's face, and then saw a dark color on her clothes.

That simple...jiaojiao saliva.

Dad will definitely be angry.

Jiaojiao was so scared that she hurriedly reached out and wanted to wipe it off with her sleeve.
Chapter completed!