Seeing Yi Wen's indignant look, Mo Jia casually raised his head, put down his pen, and swept his indifferent eyes over him. Although he seemed to have no emotion, it still shocked Yi Wen.
"You said...who did my son harass?"
Yi Wen's handsome face, which had gradually turned white, was covered with a layer of fear, and his feet couldn't help but take a small step back.
In the K-party, the person he fears the most is the boss in front of him. He usually seems to be cold and indifferent, and always seems to make people unable to figure out his thoughts. The more he is like this, the more scary he is.
Di Yunxiao and Mu Chuan were sitting across from each other, looking like they were watching a show from the moment Yi Wen came in to complain.
"It's just... it's just..." Yi Wen looked at Di Yunxiao as if asking for help, hoping that Mr. Di could say a few good words to him. Di Yunxiao lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and said softly, "I Wen, I know.
You like Sang Yu, but why are you jealous of a child?"
One sentence made Yi Wenjun blush slightly and look away in embarrassment, "I just..."
Mu Chuan said with a smile, "Yi Wen, you said you are such a big man, why are you trying to compete with Xiao Hen?"
It was only then that Ivan felt a little regretful. Why did he come here on impulse? These two people just picked up the joke!
Di Yunxiao was still smiling, glanced at Mo Jia, and said unhurriedly, "Actually, it's a pleasure to see Mo Xiaohen do whatever he wants with someone's face."
Muchuan was startled, and then he couldn't help but sigh, "He's so evil! He's so evil!"
No one can be offended by Mr. Di in the future!
Sure enough, Mo Jia's indifferent beauty fluctuated slightly at that moment. Then, he slowly stood up, looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's time for him to take a nap." After saying that, he passed Yi Wen and walked out of the study.
Di Yunxiao raised the corners of his lips and smiled very restrainedly.
Mo Jia walked downstairs and just walked into the hall when he heard his son's laughter. He was lying in Sang Yu's arms, laughing non-stop in comfort, looking like he was enjoying himself, with a smile on his face.
With a string of glistening saliva.
Mojia's brows twitched faintly, and he walked over and lifted the boy up.
Suddenly seeing his father, Mo Xiaohen was stunned for a moment, and then he stared at his father with wide eyes for a few seconds, a pair of red eyes blinking, and then his little mouth flattened and his little nose twitched.
, cried out "Wow".
Daddy hates it!
He wants a beautiful aunt!
He wants a beautiful aunt!!
Seeing the little baby crying so hard, Ah Yin scolded him, "Boss Guaijia, you made him cry."
Shui Qingqing also felt distressed and said, "That's right, Xiao Hen is even scared."
Sang Yu frowned and nodded vigorously.
Hearing the beautiful aunts supporting him, Mo Xiaohen cried even louder. Mo Jia narrowed his eyes and said in a clear voice, "If you cry again, I'll sleep with daddy tonight."
Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaohen suddenly stopped crying. Tears were still hanging on his long and thick eyelashes. Looking at his father's face that would never joke, he hesitated.
Sleeping with daddy means not sleeping with mommy...
The little mouth was flattened again and again, and tears were rolling in the eyes. Student Mo Xiaohen was still very strong and gritted his teeth and held on, not letting them fall out!
He clenched his little fists and huddled in his father's arms unwillingly, not daring to say a word.
Mojia was very satisfied, holding the little guy in one hand and walked upstairs.
Mo Xiaohen was held uncomfortably by his father under his armpits, with his butt facing forward and his head facing back. He looked at the three beautiful aunts in the living room, yelling "baaaaah" in his little mouth, and then reluctantly parted.
He waved his little hand.
That tragic little face kept making several people laugh. After Mo Xiaohen appeared in the castle, the laughter never stopped.
Mo Jia carried his son upstairs and put him in the crib next to him. Mo Xiaohen sat on the bed very dissatisfied, with his back to his father, his two chubby little arms folded around his chest, alone there.
Sulking.
Mo Jia continued to sit there and do his own thing, turning a blind eye to the little guy's emotions. Upon seeing this, Mu Chuan and Di Yunchao all stared at Mo Xiaohen with half-smiling faces, and Yi Wen even smiled proudly.
When Mo Xiaohen saw these strange uncles in front of him, he moved his butt in disgust and turned away from looking at them.
Mu Chuan deliberately approached him and gave him what he thought was the kindest and gentlest smile, "Xiao Hen, can you give me a hug?"
Mo Xiaohen acted as if he was frightened, waving his little hands and kicking his calves. Mu Chuan just pretended that he couldn't see him, and picked him up with a smile, "Uncle Mu Chuan loves you~"
Yi Wen also came close to him, smiling like a thief, "Xiao Hen, let's do a check-up with Uncle Yi Wen."
Mo Xiaohen's little face changed color. Looking left and right, he saw two faces with rough skin and stubble on the chin. His little mouth opened again, and he stretched out his little hand in the direction of his father, humming in his mouth.
He would rather be tortured by his beautiful daddy!
Mo Jia raised his head and saw his son's pitiful little face. The corners of his mouth could not help but turn up a bit. He followed the example of a certain boy and sat on the back of the chair, with his long arms folded around his chest, looking at it leisurely.
That way seems to say, "Do you know how powerful it is? If you don't listen to daddy in the future, I will leave you to these 'uncles'!"
Mo Xiaohen lowered his head reluctantly, as if he was compromising with his father.
Mojia raised his eyebrows, the curvature of his mouth widened, he stood up happily, and rescued his son from the hands of the two men, "Okay, he is going to take a nap."
Muchuan and Yiwen muttered dissatisfiedly, "Boss is too confident~"
Why are Ah Yin, Shui Qingqing and the others okay even after hugging them for so long?
Mo Jia ignored it and left everything to Di Yunxiao. He carried his son back to the bedroom.
Mo Xiaohen nestled in his father's arms obediently, not daring to lose his temper again, lest he make his father unhappy again and leave him to those wretched uncles!
When Huanhuan came back from the city, it was already dark. As soon as she walked in, she hugged her son and kissed her non-stop. Only then did Mo Xiaohen finally show a happy smile, hugging his mother and acting coquettishly.
Mojia put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the face, "Next time you come back so late, just call me and I will pick you up."
Huanhuan's face was slightly red, and she was always a little embarrassed to be affectionate in front of her son, "Mushan is coming with us, nothing will happen."
Mo Xiaohen blinked his big red eyes, followed his father's example, and not to be outdone, gave Mommy a kiss on the other cheek. After the kiss, he slapped her hand happily.
His son was so lovable that he made Huanhuan laugh non-stop, and Mojia also had a smile in his eyes.
At this time, Su Xiaoyou ran in from outside and shouted excitedly, "Daddy, Mommy, the fortune telling stone has reacted!!"