For the first time in a rare moment, Wawa, who has always been rational and sinister, was impulsive and said, "You're talking nonsense. Grandpa likes you just because you have exactly the same blue eyes as grandpa...ah!"
Mo Xiaobao finally came to his senses in the middle of these words.
Then, Mo Xiaobao saw Mo Xiaobei's proud face and Long Qingtian's curious eyes looking over.
Mo Xiaobao's face suddenly turned red.
He suddenly slipped his little body into the quilt.
Wow, that's so embarrassing!
He was so impulsive in front of his father that he almost failed to control his mouth!
Will dad be disappointed with his impulsiveness? In disappointment, will dad not want his sister and mommy even more?
Mo Xiaobao was almost crying at this moment.
No matter how mature you are, you are still a child!
Mo Xiaobao has always had a weird temper since he came to Long's house and rarely talks. So although Long Qingtian was curious about what he was going to say, but seeing how the little brat was too embarrassed to show his head at the moment, he could only keep silent.
He opened his mouth and stopped asking questions.
In the middle of the night, Long Qingtian had a question and answer session with Mo Xiaobei.
"Why do you call Mo Xiaobao Mo Xiaobei? Maomao, where is your father?" Long Qingtian asked.
"Papa is you, idiot." Mo Xiaobei answered in a milky voice, "As for why we are called this name, it's because mom said we are her babies!"
It's her little baby. As soon as this sentence came out, Long Qingtian felt that it was particularly familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before, so he shook his head and took it over.
"Why is your last name Mo?"
"Ah, daddy, what are our last names?" Mo Xiaobei has always been careless.
Mo Xiaobei, who was bored in the quilt, had been listening to the conversation between the two with his ears raised. He really couldn't listen at this moment. He lifted the quilt and replied: "Mommy said we have to wait until dad comes up to name us! Mo Xiaobao and Mo Xiaobei
Bei, it’s just a nickname.”
"Brother, what is a nickname? Isn't Maomao Maomao's nickname? Why is Xiaobei also Maomao's nickname?" Mo Xiaobei asked idiotically.
Mo Xiaobao simply covered himself with the quilt and stopped talking.
This sister is hopelessly stupid, alas!
…
Mo Xiaobei was a bit of an idiot girl, and Mo Xiaobao seemed like he didn't talk much. After asking for a long time, Long Qingtian didn't ask for any important information, so he had no choice but to sleep.
Early the next morning, before Long Qingtian got up, he heard a rustling sound coming from the bed.
Long Qingtian squinted his eyes and saw Mo Xiaobao hunched over and moving around on the quilt, and then his little body jumped to the ground.
The sleepy little man walked forward directly.
There was a bang and Mo Xiaobao hit the wall.
This time, Mo Xiaobao finally woke up a little. He patted his head and said, "Oh, this is at dad's house."
Then, the little kid put on his slippers and rushed to the toilet.
After draining the water comfortably, Mo Xiaobao walked out of the toilet while rubbing his eyes, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep again.
Looking at the little guy's appearance, Long Qingtian couldn't help but laugh or cry. He stood up gently and walked to the toilet.
After walking over, I found something like a small blue disc lying in the sink for washing hands.
This time, Long Qingtian took out the disc and studied it carefully in his hand.
This thing started to appear in the bathroom when the two children slept with him, so it must be their thing. It's just such a small thing. What could it be?
