The door was carefully pushed open again. When she saw the little girl suddenly appearing at the door, Huanhuan immediately walked over and said, "Youyou, why are you still not sleeping so late?"
"Mommy, I can't sleep." Su Xiaoyou walked in holding a little Ted Bear in her hand and rubbing her eyes.
Huanhuan picked her up and sat on the sofa. Mojia also sat opposite and asked softly, "Why can't you sleep?"
"Without Mommy, I'm scared alone." Su Xiaoyou nestled in Huanhuan's arms and whispered.
"Haha," Huanhuan smiled, "Youyou has grown up, and you will have to sleep alone in the future. Mommy is not around, so you have to learn to be brave."
Youyou nestled in her mother's arms, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and muttered vaguely, "Well, Youyou understands." After a while, she fell asleep.
Looking at her sleeping daughter, a quiet and peaceful atmosphere lingered in the study. Huanhuan carefully picked up Youyou, but was suddenly picked up by Mo Jia, "Let me take her back to her room."
Huanhuan was afraid of waking up her daughter, so she did not stop her. The two of them walked out of the study one after another and went to Su Xiaoyou's room. Mojia gently put her on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover her, Huanhuan lowered the curtain, and then
The two of them left gently.
Huanhuan never raised her head to look at him again. She found that she had underestimated his influence on her. Even after five years, she would still be confused by his words, eyes and actions.
"I'm going back to the room." She said calmly, but when her hand touched the door, she was blocked by someone. She turned around and said angrily, "What else do you want?"
The light in the corridor was a little dim, and his ink-colored eyes were shrouded in fascinating and brilliant colors, "I'm very happy that you didn't abort our child, and you gave me such a beautiful child like an angel.
My daughter. In this life, I have never thanked anyone but you."
Huanhuan stood there in a daze. For a moment, she was so confused by his occasional revelation of true feelings that she didn't know what to say. Mojia let go of his hand on the door, raised the corners of his lips toward her, and walked away slowly.
Already.
Staring at his back, Huan Huan felt confused.
It's here again, it's here again! Every time, it's his gentleness that makes her confused and at a loss!
She beat her head bitterly, pushed the door open, walked into the room, and slammed it shut.
Mo Jia lowered his eyes and showed a faint smile.
This time, he was not in a hurry, he had time.
…
When Huanhuan took Su Xiaoyou's hand and went downstairs, she saw a bunch of boxes in the living room. Zhong Kun was holding his analyzer, sitting on the sofa, raised his head and said hello to the two of them, and then said
, "Huanhuan, Youyou, come here and see what that crazy man bought you."
Huanhuan frowned and subconsciously looked for Mo Jia's figure.
"Today is the last day of the audition, and the young master is going to make an appearance." Zhong Kun winked at her, "Don't worry, he will be back soon."
Huanhuan said nonchalantly, "I don't care where he goes, it's better if he's not here."
Zhong Kun just smiled and said nothing.
In some words, it is okay to deceive oneself, but it takes a little more time to deceive others.
"Mommy, there are so many beautiful clothes here~" Su Xiaoyou kept admiring when she saw the things in the box. Huanhuan glanced at it. The boxes here were all filled with children's clothes and women's clothes. Even if she
Even without knowing the product, you can tell at a glance that the quality is good.
Zhong Kun put down his things, stood up and walked over and said, "The young master has flown everything in here from France. All of them are the most fashionable and expensive new clothes of the season."
Huanhuan was startled, "For us?"
Zhong Kun said funny, "What else? Do you think who has the face between me and Mu Chuan?"
"I don't want it," Huanhuan refused without even thinking about it. Su Xiaoyou looked at it and quickly threw away the skirt in her hand. The expression on her face was very determined, "I don't want it either." But still.
From time to time, I would take a look at the beautiful and cute clothes in the box...
Zhong Kun said sympathetically, "Hey, the young master will definitely break his steel heart."
"We have no reason to accept this from him," Huanhuan said calmly, "Some things can't be done just by buying some beautiful clothes and saying some nice words."
Zhong Kun frowned suspiciously and pondered for a moment before slowly asking, "The misunderstanding between you has not been resolved yet?"
"Misunderstanding? Is there one?" Huanhuan curled her lips and took her daughter to the restaurant.
Looking at her back, Zhong Kun was confused.
No way, the affectionate and unobtrusive eldest son of his family still hasn’t explained the misunderstanding back then?
What kind of trouble is he trying to make?
But in a flash, Zhong Kun seemed to understand his intention, and then he laughed helplessly.
Sure enough, only he could tolerate such a thing and control it at his own pace. It can be seen that he really cares about this young lady very closely, for fear that an oversight will cause the two of them to drift apart.
However, Su Huanhuan now has her own thoughts and opinions. She is not the little girl she used to be. Let's see how long he can endure it.
Zhong Kun will wait and see.
At this moment, a bodyguard came in from outside and whispered a few words in his ear.
Zhong Kun's face changed slightly, "Why didn't you stop her?"
This was no time to complain. He quickly followed the bodyguard outside and walked towards the gate. When he saw the people standing outside, he immediately smiled and said, "Xihua, why are you here? Didn't I tell you?
Well, if you're too busy, don't run this way."
Yan Xihua took off the sunglasses on her face. There was a trace of impatience on her stunningly beautiful face, "Brother Kun, do I still need your permission for me to come here?"
"Haha, of course not, but at least you need to get the permission of the owner here." Zhong Kun cleverly put the question to Mo Jia. He knew that the only person Yan Xihua cared about and feared was him.
Yan Xihua sneered and said without mercy, "Brother Kun, since when did you become like Sister Zhong and like to use Mojia to suppress me?"
Zhong Kun smiled, "How can we say we are siblings? We have the same preferences, even the people we dislike."
Yan Xihua's expression changed and she narrowed her beautiful eyes. It was true that she cared about Mo Jia, but it didn't mean that she could even read the expressions of his subordinates. The more he refused to let her in, the more she wanted to!
She raised her chin slightly, her eyes flashing with a strange color, "Open the door, I want to go in."