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Su and Mo left the banquet and walked out of the palace. Some things had ended, and some things had just begun.

Outside the palace, Ming Baishang stood there waiting for her, and she stopped.

There was a distance between the two people, and their eyes met in mid-air. After making such a big circle, they returned to the starting point. They opened their lips lightly, but they didn't know what to say.

Ming Baishang smiled first. He stood there and opened his arms. Su Yumo also smiled. Seeing her smile, he smiled again, and his smile was brighter and more handsome than before. Then Su Yumo looked at him

He ran over and happily welcomed her arrival with his generous arms, but——

"Cheche..." She ignored his embrace and ran straight past him, towards her son who was standing behind Ming Baishang and kept smiling at her. The two mother and son hugged each other affectionately, completely indifferent.

Keep him in mind.

O(╯□╰)o

Damn it, Su Yumo's affectionate smile that was as bright as a flower just now was not directed at him! It was directed at the troublemaker Ming Che behind him.

Another set up.

"Mingche, don't you know that your father has been vacant for a long time? Ah? You still want to steal women from me!" He pretended to be angry and walked towards his two babies, but his tone was brisk.

"Mommy, Daddy said he had an empty bed." Cheche deliberately referred to the window as a "bed," making Su and Mo blush.

"Cheche!" she scolded.

"Good son." He gave a thumbs up.

"Okay, let's go home together." Ming Baishang took one in each hand and walked out of the palace.

After walking a few steps, Su and Mo couldn't help but look back at the palace gate. It was not nostalgia or reluctance, but...a kind of farewell.

Although she hopes that everyone can be happy, she cannot be responsible for everyone's happiness. All she can do is to leave them completely, and that little girl named Molu may be able to bring him happiness.

.

"Ah..." Before she could look back, her ear was pulled away by Ming Baishang.

"It hurts so much, let go now! It really hurts, let go now." She tilted her head and was forced to bend over, pressing her head against his hand, begging for mercy again and again.

"Quan Youchen, this bastard, is an old fox like my uncle. He just wanted you to come in, but after entering, he said sourly, 'Mo Mo, I just want you to listen to the music I played for you.'

Isn't this intentional to make people feel guilty about him? I'm warning you, stinky girl, I was too kind in the past and let the tiger go back to the mountain. This time, it will never happen again. stinky girl, listen to me, from now on,

You can only think about me in your head. You are not allowed to look at others, and you are not allowed to care about men other than me. You are not allowed to see other men smile, and you are not allowed to cry in front of other men! In the future, you are not allowed to see you smile.

In daily life, you have to be there whenever you are called, whenever you are called, do you hear me?"

"...It's too overbearing." Su Yumo discovered that when she fell into some kind of sad mood, Ming Baishang would always use his overbearing and aggressive methods to get her out of that mood.

Then I still have the energy to fight with him.

"This young master is so domineering." Ming Baishang held Cheche with one hand, and put his other hand around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips fiercely. His kiss was domineering and lingering.

It wasn't until she was about to die that she relaxed.

"Son, is daddy good at it? Look at your mommy, she's panting like this. Do you want daddy to teach you?"

Before she could recover from the stormy kiss, she heard Ming Baishang talking shamelessly.

"Ming Baishang!" She was speechless and helpless.

Seeing his smug look, she remembered something and decided to use it to punish this guy for showing off his kissing skills.


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