Murong Wan's face changed slightly and she quickly covered the little guy's mouth.
Although it was a bit difficult, it just stopped the little guy from talking.
Murong Wan was extremely anxious because she was afraid that Maizi would know that Xiaobao called her mother.
"Brother, call me daddy..." Murong Wan was not very good at articulating, but he finally finished what he wanted to express.
Only then did Maizi remember the business and hurriedly ran to the next room to report this important matter to Mo Shangqian.[
As soon as Maizi left, Murong Wan immediately straightened Xiaobao's face and said, "You are not allowed to call me mother, sister, sister when there are many people."
Xiaobao looked at Murong Wan with his black eyes, "But, it's mother, mother, not sister..."
"When there's no one around, call me mother. When there's someone around, call me sister." Murong Wan repeated it word by word.
Xiaobao seemed to understand, he hugged Murong Wan's neck tightly, nodded and replied: "Sister..."
Murong Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
The little boy seemed very tired, so he leaned against her, and he soon fell asleep.
The sleeping baby was as cute as an angel. What made her unhappy was that she seemed to see the shadow of some nasty perverted man on his little face.
At this moment, a man suddenly pushed open the door and came in. When he saw the boy and girl hugging each other on the couch, he rushed forward in disbelief.
He picked up the sleeping little guy.
The pink baby face, the skin like pearls, the small nose is so cute, and the pink mouth is as beautiful as painted on it. Why does the more he looks at it, the more he feels that the little boy in front of him looks familiar?
"Sir, this is Xiaobao, really Xiaobao!" Maizi stepped forward to pick up the sleeping little boy and let him sleep next to the little baby girl.
"Are you sure he is Xiaobao? Xiaobao was only one year old when he was taken away yesterday. There is no reason why he suddenly turned two years old this morning!" Mo Shangqian took a step forward and glanced at Xiaobao who was sleeping soundly in confusion.
Then he looked at Bao'er, who was particularly quiet.
Bao'er's eyes are full of little treasures. Usually whenever he comes, Bao'er will cry and scream for his mother, but now Kung Fu doesn't notice his arrival. He doesn't like this phenomenon.
He twisted up Bao'er, and Bao'er hit him in the face with her small palm, trying to push him away and return to the couch.
"What's so good about Xiaobao? Is he as good-looking as your father?" Mo Shangqian straightened the little girl's face, facing the little guy's water-like contact lenses.
If you have such beautiful eyes at such a young age, what will happen if you grow up?
It's just that these eyes seemed familiar. Maybe he had seen similar beautiful eyes somewhere before.
Normally, when Mo Shangqian touched her, Murong Wan would have burst into tears to express his dissatisfaction. This time, he was afraid of waking up Xiaobao who had just fallen asleep. If nothing unexpected happened, Xiaobao would have been without her company last night.
He must have not slept all night. Maybe because of this, Xiaobao suddenly grew one year older.
Murong Wan was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Shangqian and opened her hands to Maizi: "Brother, brother, give me a hug..." [
As soon as Maizi heard the word "brother", he immediately became excited. He wanted to take the little guy, but Mo Shangqian gave him a cold look.
Maizi shrinks his hand subconsciously, not daring to displease his master.
When Mo Shangqian faced the little baby girl, he put on an "amiable" smile: "Baoer, be good, call me daddy..."
Before he finished speaking, the little guy slapped him in the face again.
Although he was small, his hand was strong, and the slap on his face made him feel unhappy.
