Madam Dihao is not good

A kind of persecuting hatred made his hand work harder.But when she opened her wet eyes with a confused and painful expression...

As soon as his heart hurt, his hostility immediately subsided, and the strength in his hand also loosened.

"Just woke up, eat something." He lifted her body, put a pillow on it, and fed her porridge.

The door creaked open without knowing when.

Two little heads appeared at the door...[

Mo Fufu opened her dark and smart eyes: "Mommy is shy, she wants to be fed by Daddy at this age...Fufu also wants..."

Mo Ancheng nodded: "I want it too."

The servant followed closely, sweating profusely: "Second Young Master, Third Miss, don't run around, don't go to that room to disturb Young Mistress's rest... Young Mistress, Young Master."

Mo Fufu had already walked in front of Mo Liuyuan and was climbing onto his lap.

He mentioned it lightly, and Mofufu sat on his lap.

"Bring a few more bowls of porridge over here."

Next, Mo Liuyuan fed the "three children" alone: ​​Mo Fufu, Mo Ancheng, and Bai Yunshang.

Bai Yunshang said she could eat it by herself, but he wouldn't let her touch it.

Children like to play around by nature, Mo Fufu can't hold back, she has to learn to feed Bai Yunshang and Mo Liuyuan

"Mommy, open your mouth!" Mofufu said.

"Daddy, open your mouth..." Mo Ancheng.

"From now on, when Mommy and Daddy are sick, Fufu will feed you..."

"I'll feed you too." Mo Ancheng also held up a spoon.

Bai Yunshang was afraid that the porridge in the spoon would fall on the bed, so she leaned over, took the spoon in her mouth and said it was the two children, but she and Mo Liuyuan were chasing the spoon.

Another spoonful of porridge dangled in the air, and Mofufu said happily, "Mommy, Daddy, open your mouth!"

Bai Yunshang leaned forward, but collided with Mo Liuyuan's head in mid-air.

Mofufu laughed: "I hit it! Ahhh, it won't hurt if I blow it off..."

Bai Yunshang pressed the place where she was hit, and felt dizzy for a short time when she bumped into it suddenly, and the pain was only momentary, but covering the wound with her hands was a subconscious behavior.

Mo Liuyuan held her hand: "What, it hurts?"

Bai Yunshang shook her head and wanted to pull her hand away.

Mo Liuyuan rubbed her wound, and Mo Fufu cooperatively leaned over to blow.

Although the scene in front of me is ordinary and happens every day, there is a little warmth in it.A few children are noisy, and I feel very annoying, but without their voices, I feel empty.