Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

Mo Xiangwan nodded.
It was already three o'clock in the morning.After Mo Xiangwan learned the truth, he was so tired from crying that he didn't know what to do. When he came back, he was carried by Kurosawa Yao.When I wake up, I feel uneasy when I think of the baby crying in the dream.

Hei Jingsu slept soundly, obediently curled up in his cartoon quilt, without even turning over.

Mo Xiangwan originally had a lot of love for this child, but now he changed his identity. As Hei Jingsu's mother, looking at the child again, he felt extremely guilty and helpless in his heart.She looked gently at Hei Jingsu's steady breathing, her long eyelashes fluttering under her eyelids like a small fan, she couldn't help but reach out and touch the child's fleshy face, a sour and sweet taste rose in her heart, He couldn't help but press a light kiss on the child's forehead and eyes.

Mo Xiangwan turned around and asked Kurosawa Yao in a low voice, "Is this really my child?" His voice trembled slightly because of excitement. [

There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes were doting, but he also touched her head with a trace of helplessness, "Fool!"

Mo Xiangwan's eyes were moist, "I don't know if he knows I'm his mommy, will he blame me and hate me!"

The man circled Mo Xiangwan from the back and comforted her, "No! You don't know how much this brat likes you..."

Mo Xiangwan still had lingering fears, "But... I didn't grow up with him, and I didn't even take good care of him!"

"Don't worry, I gave him your share of love during the days when you were not around! So...you don't owe him anything!" The man said softly in her ear, "He should thank you and give him Bring it to this beautiful world!"

Mo Xiangwan turned around, hugged Kurosawa Yao, and pressed against the man's chest, listening to the heartbeat in the man's chest, tears wet the man's pajamas.

"Okay! After all, our family is reunited, and we want to be happy..." The man hugged her horizontally, "It's cool in the night, so let's hurry back and rest."

Mo Xiangwan looked at Hei Jingsu reluctantly.

Kurosawa Yao was a little jealous, and turned Mo Xiangwan's face, "Wife, besides my son, should I also care about my husband?"

Mo Xiangwan looked at him coldly, with tears still on his face.

Kurosawa licked Mo Xiangwan's tears with distress, and said aggrievedly, "For five years, my husband has guarded himself like a jade for you and lived an ascetic life! Wife, should you make it up to me?"

Mo Xiangwan grabbed the collar of Kurosawa Yao's pajamas, understood the deep meaning of the man's words, lowered his head shyly and timidly, like a daffodil, seeing that Kurosawa Yao was about to move.

The man took the little girl back to the room with strides, and placed her on the bed eagerly but tenderly.

Mo Xiangwan got his back on the big bed, and nervously stared at the man's bent handsome face. The man smiled, "What are you afraid of? My husband is not a scourge!"

Mo Xiangwan tilted his head slightly, "Didn't you just do it during the day?"

Yau Kurosawa curled his lips, "How could that be enough to make up for five years? Besides...it's three o'clock in the morning, and it's already the second day!"

Mo Xiangwan looked out the window and muttered softly, "It's late at night, so... not good..."

The man salivated and smiled rascally, "Just don't scream too loudly when you're happy!