Chapter 375 Are His Words More Effective Than Daddy's?
Huanhuan cried and kept nodding, smelling the reassuring aura on his body, and her originally unsettled heart could finally be reset.
Mo Jia wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, curled his thin lips, and a doting smile overflowed little by little. His whole body seemed to be enveloped in a dazzling luster, so beautiful that Huanhuan could not bear to look away.
, staring longingly.
Mo Jia touched her belly very gently and whispered, "Is Mo Hen still good?"
Huanhuan bit her lip, suppressing tears of joy, and said in a hoarse voice, "We almost lost him, but fortunately, he is healthy."
Mo Jia gently put his head towards her, put his arms around her waist, closed his eyes, and listened slowly.
Huan Huan looked at him emotionally, her eye circles red again, and she reached out to stroke his hair. It was short, very neat and handsome.
"It's a boy." He confirmed again, raising his head with a smile in his eyes.
"Why are you so sure?"
"Our father and son are connected."
Looking at the matter-of-fact expression on his face, Huan Huan burst into laughter.
He stood up, laid Huanhuan down on the bed, and slowly untied her nightgown. Huanhuan blushed and held his hand, "No more..."
He raised his lips and smiled, with a rare hint of teasing in his eyes. He circled his fingers on her chest and asked knowingly, "What don't you want?"
Huanhuan's face turned even redder, "For the sake of the baby... we must exercise restraint..."
The smile in his eyes became even bigger, and he leaned down lovingly and kissed her lips, "Don't worry, I'm more nervous than you. I just want to hold you and have a good sleep. I've been really tired lately."
Hearing his words, Huan Huan was embarrassed.
Mojia took off her nightgown, wearing only a loose cotton nightgown. Then, he lay next to her, hugged her from behind, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and slowly closed his eyes.
Huanhuan pressed against his back and could feel his strong heartbeat, "Mojia,"
"Huh?" he responded softly.
"Is all this true?"
He tightened his arms again, "Yeah."
Huanhuan lowered her eyes and smiled, "That's good." She was afraid that she would wake up and be back to the past again. She didn't want to bear the weightlessness of losing gravity anymore.
He kissed her bare shoulder and said, "Go to sleep." The feeling of hugging her made him want to fall asleep like this...
"Yeah." With a sweet smile, she closed her eyes with satisfaction.
…
This was the most peaceful sleep she had had in a long time.
When she got up, the bed next to her was already empty. Huanhuan sat up, rubbed her brows, and looked around the room, but she didn't find him.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately opened the quilt and got out of bed. She put on her shoes and was about to open the door and go downstairs, when she heard her daughter's laughter coming from outside the window. She paused, walked to the window, and opened it.
, looking towards the backyard of a large lawn.
Two equally tall and outstanding men were playing golf. One had an evil spirit and exuded a deceptive aura all the time; the other was handsome and free from dust, with a light to ethereal temperament, as if he were an immortal.
Mo Jia swung a shot and the little white ball went into the hole perfectly. Su Xiaoyou cheered happily, "Daddy is great, Daddy is great!"
Yan Shengjie on the side was depressed. He turned to look at his son who was sitting on a wicker chair playing with a tablet computer, and his handsome brows furrowed.
It’s no wonder that I haven’t been able to play ball well in the morning. My daughter is cheering so hard. It’s no wonder that my dad can’t win! Look at my boy, at such a young age, he seems so calm and isolated from the world.
Mojia rubbed his daughter's little head and smiled gently, "Youyou, are you hungry?"
Su Xiaoyou quickly shook his head, took his daddy's big hand and shook his head vigorously, "Daddy, daddy, teach me how to play ball!"
Since the morning, Su Xiaoyou felt that her father had changed. He felt good towards her and loved to smile at her. She was so happy! She didn't want to be separated from her father for a moment and she kept pestering him.
"When you grow up and can hold a club, daddy will teach you."
Su Xiaoyou was very obedient and nodded obediently, "Daddy, you must teach me how to draw the hook~" She also wanted to be as handsome and stylish as her daddy.
"Okay, hook up." Mo Jia hooked up his daughter's big and small hands and stamped them again.
Yan Shengjie looked at the loving father and daughter with amazement, and secretly felt that he must give birth to a daughter, and then bring it to Mo Jia, saying that he must give her a good show! However, when
When his eyes fell on Mo Jia, he was a little confused, but it had only been one night, and his whole person had changed a lot. His anger had subsided a lot, and he was no longer so arrogant and stubborn.
Then, he smiled evilly again. No matter what the reason was, seeing that he could let go of those meaningless persistence, Yan Shengjie was naturally happy for him.
At this moment, a Huanhuan shout came from the foreign building behind him, "Mojia!"
When Mo Jia turned around, he saw Huanhuan standing on the balcony wearing only a nightgown and waving to him, with a charming smile that shone in his eyes under the morning sun.
He withdrew his gaze and glanced at Yan Shengjie, "I will continue teaching you when I have time." He took his daughter's little hand, turned around and walked towards the building.
Yan Shengjie looked at his back with a faint smile, "Hey, can you sound more arrogant?"
Mojia didn't say anything, just raised his hand and waved, while the daughter beside him had a look of admiration on his face, "Daddy, you are so awesome~"
Yan Shengjie shook his head and looked at the boy who was focused on the computer. His coquettish eyes were burning, and he became more determined to have a daughter!
When he came upstairs, he opened the door and saw Huanhuan still standing on the balcony. Mojia frowned, quickly picked up the nightgown and strode over, draped it on her body, and scolded her gently,
"It's cold in the morning, be careful to catch a cold."
Looking at him, Huan Huan smiled, "It's not a dream, it's really not a dream!"
Seeing that she was both surprised and cautious, Mojia took her into his arms and said, "It's my fault."
Huanhuan shook her head happily, "Mojia, do you know? I'm really happy now."
"Well," he hugged her tightly again and stroked her long hair.
Su Xiaoyou stood in the room, seeing how nervous her daddy was about her mommy, covering her mouth and snickering. She knew that her daddy's favorite people were mommy and herself! Uh, no... and mommy.
The little baby in my belly!
Hearing her daughter's laughter, Huanhuan's cheeks warmed up. She pushed Mojia away embarrassedly and waved to her daughter, "Why do you get up so early?"
Su Xiaoyou smiled sweetly, "Yan Che said the air in the morning is good."
Huan Huan couldn't help praising Xiao Yan Che, but Mo Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are his words more effective than daddy's?"
Su Xiaoyou was stunned, as if he had never thought about this problem.