Ever since Mo Xiyao opened his voice, Wen Xin felt even more precious about his son.
Now, no matter when and where, I cry when I eat, cry when I sleep, and cry when I wake up...
Every time Mo Sijue gets a rare opportunity to be intimate with his wife, the little guy closes his eyes and starts crying.
Mo Sijue had observed Mo Xiyao. When he cried, he was very particular about his technique. It seemed that all he needed to do was shout with some force, and there would be no tears left in his eyes.
As long as he cries, no matter how urgent the matter is, even if Mo Sijue has successfully suppressed his wife, Wen Xin's eyes will widen and he will start to fight desperately.
The son became the culprit who ruined their husband's relationship!
Mo Sijue protested, grabbing Wen Xin's arm and yelling, "Don't go!"
"Your son is crying!" Wenxin quickly jumped off the bed. After Xi Yao's 100-day banquet, Lokana returned to England. Mosjue also realized that his son had become an obstacle between him and Wenxin, and immediately
The crib was moved from the guest room to the master bedroom, but he never knocked his wife down as before.
Wen Xin looked at Mo Sijue's troubled expression. He was now suspected of competing with Mo Xiyao's child for favor.
"He did it on purpose!" Mo Sijue cunningly grabbed his wife's hand and refused to let go. Next to him, the child Mo Xiyao was crying louder and louder.
Damn it, had he mistakenly thought his son was "so good" before?
The illusion was completely deceived by this boy!
"Let go!" Wen Xin got angry and couldn't help but raise his voice a little higher. Mo Sijue pitifully let go of his hand, and then looked at his wife and tenderly hugged her son like a wronged little daughter-in-law.
If he hadn't known that it was still a three-month-old baby, Mo Sijue would have thought that the brat looked at him with eyes full of... provocation?
Mo Sijue walked out of the room angrily and ran to the study alone in a sullen voice. He sat there until midnight and did not see Wenxin calling him back to the room.
This damn kid, why can’t you just get along with him?
Mo Sijue felt aggrieved and began to harass his group of princeling brothers.
Helianye was sleeping in a daze when he suddenly received a call from Mo Sijue. He looked more surprised than if he had seen a ghost, which made Mo Sijue even more irritated.
"My wife has been married and I have given birth to a son. Prince, can you please not bother me?"
Helianye squeezed the soft body in his arms, and the anger in his heart immediately decreased a lot.
When hanging up the phone, Mo Sijue listened to what he said, "If that doesn't work, let's do some trickery to see who is the most important in Wen Xin's eyes, between you and your son?"
Mo Sijue suddenly had an idea and hung up the phone with a bang. Then he ran to the balcony to enjoy the wind all night. In the early morning, he ran back to the room and took a cold shower.
Sure enough, he got his wish and "got sick"!
Wen Xin had already gotten up and played with Xi Yao for a while, but there was no movement from the person on the big bed.
My son has been crying non-stop for the past two nights, and Wen Xin is so tired from his torment that he doesn't even know when Mo Sijue will return to his room.
Thinking of this, she immediately felt a sense of guilt in her heart. She seemed to have neglected her husband during this period.
"Hey, Mo Sijue..." Wenxin called several times but saw no response from Mo Sijue. He could only hear his heavy breathing. Little Mo Xiyao couldn't help but grab his father's hair, carelessly.
Pulling.
Mo Sijue's head was dizzy, and he was actually being maimed by the little guy. He responded angrily, and Wenxin was so frightened that he quickly touched his forehead with his hand.
"Do you have a fever?" Wen Xin was startled. Mo Sijue has always been in good health. Since the knife wound on his chest healed more than a year ago, he seems to have never been sick.
Wen Xin became nervous now. She was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.
"Shall we go to the hospital?"
"No! You don't need to go to the hospital for a minor problem!"
"Then I call the doctor to come to my house?"
"No! It's just a small cold, no need to bother!"
"What should we do? I'll find medicine for you..."
"Don't eat! I want to eat you..."
After Mo Sijue said the last sentence in his heart, he suddenly smiled sinisterly. Seeing his wife busy waiting for him, Mo Sijue felt very happy.
Throughout the morning, Wen Wen fed him water, changed towels, and pressed his forehead against his to test the temperature from time to time. Mo Sijue had a good sleep and was sweating. In fact, there was nothing wrong with him, but
He enjoyed the process of his wife serving him very much. He was even happier when he was just lying on the bed, looking at the warmth and not even caring about hearing Xi Yao crying.
However, such good treatment only lasted until night. After Wenxin fed him nutritious porridge, he hesitated and said.
"Well... you are sick, would you like to sleep in the next room?"
Mo Sijue's eyes widened suddenly. He couldn't swallow the last mouthful of porridge and suddenly started coughing rapidly.
Wen Xin patted him and said, "I'm afraid Xi Yao will be infected if he stays in the same room with you, or else I take him to the guest room to sleep?"
Mo Sijue beat his chest, dared Wenxin to leave his son to the nanny on this day, just to prevent the little thing from being infected by him?
Wen Xin didn't give him a chance to refuse, and directly stuffed two pills into his mouth, and then handed him a water glass, "Here, take the pills and then sleep, you should be fine tomorrow!"
"Honey, good night!" Wenxin kissed his forehead, then packed up the dishes and chopsticks he had finished eating, and went downstairs without hesitation.
That night, Mo Sijue was still alone in the empty room!
Mo Sijue was ill for a full week, and his fever went away the next day, but Wen Wen was worried and insisted on taking Mo Xiyao to live in the next room for a week, while the little guy stayed next to his mother.
I stayed in her arms and slept until dawn without crying or fussing.
This time, Mo Sijue gained more than he lost. He didn't even get to kiss his wife's little mouth, which gave the little white-eyed wolf an advantage.
Wen Xin was sleeping in a daze, and her body was suddenly picked up. Then, she fell into a warm embrace. She subconsciously hugged the body in her arms tightly, but found that it was not the small body she expected.
, soft body.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Sijue's handsome face magnified in front of her, and she had returned to their bedroom and their bed.
"Eh? Where is Xi Yao?" No matter how sleepy and sleepy Wen Xin was, she would never forget her son.
As soon as Mo Sijue heard that Mo Xiyao's name was always on her lips, he squeezed her shoulders with his hands like a husband, and asked with a look of reluctance, "Xin'er, do you love me or him?"