Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 485
Wu Nishang carried the child directly into the inner room.Mo Tingye was still the same as before, without any reaction.On the contrary, the child in her arms, as if feeling the presence of her parents, was drooling with a smile and babbling without knowing what to say.

"I don't want to say more to persuade you, but one point is that this child is your own and her own flesh and blood, and in her current situation, if even your own father doesn't want to take care of this child, then why should we meddle in our own business? Just let him fend for himself."

"As long as you think you can be worthy of her, the child she sacrificed her life for!" After saying this, Wu Nishang sent the child into his arms, turned around, closed the door and left.

"How's it going?" Seeing her coming out, Wen Chisu and Feng Zhiyao rushed up to meet her and asked.

Wu Nishang didn't answer, but said: "From now on, what are you supposed to do, don't come close to anyone."

Thinking of what the nanny said just now, Wen Chisu's eyes lit up: "Are you planning to..."

"His own child doesn't feel sorry for himself, what kind of fun are we irrelevant people just following along!" Wu Nishang glanced at the door inadvertently, and said in a flat tone.

Feng Zhiyao was in a hurry: "You're not messing around, it doesn't matter how hard the adults are, what's the fight with the children!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to go in, but was dragged back by Wen Chisu: "Just now the nanny said, when there is another cup of tea, the child should be breastfed."

"Then hurry up and take the baby to the nanny, the baby will cry when he's hungry!" Feng Zhiyao still didn't turn the corner.

Wu Nishang glanced at him up and down: "If you are so stupid, Chisu can stand you!"

"Hey, I said Wu Nishang, have you taken gunpowder today?" Feng Zhiyao was inexplicably squeezed, and immediately became angry.

Wen Chisu had no choice but to explain to him: "Neon clothes' trick is called 'put them to death and live later', how can a child not cry to arouse the love of the prince?"

"That's right! Why didn't I think of it!" Feng Zhiyao couldn't help applauding, hating himself for not thinking of this idea.

Wu Nishang rolled her eyes towards the sky in a very speechless manner, "Liuyun, go and inform the nanny, and tell her that she has worked hard these days, and let her rest for two days."

"Yes!" Liu Yun responded with a smile.

……

But it was said that Mo Tingye was staring at the unconscious Nangong Qianmo in a daze, and suddenly there was a soft and sticky meat dumpling in his hand, and he felt a little at a loss.

He lowered his head to take a closer look, and couldn't help being stunned—I saw that the child had the same purple eyes as his own, and when he smiled, he had a somewhat strange demeanor. At this moment, he was holding his finger in his mouth while smiling. , drooling, and wet his front in a short while.

Mo Tingye didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Frankly speaking, Mo'er was still in a coma, and he did resent the child in his heart, but how could he not have half of the child who was connected with his blood? Compassionate heart?What's more, if you really want to blame, you should also blame yourself...

Just when Mo Tingye looked at the child in a daze, his heart was so soft that the child in his arms suddenly pouted with a smile, "Wow!" and cried, Mo Tingye hugged him helplessly, not knowing what to do What to do.

The one-month-old child looked soft and soft, but his voice was extremely loud. When he cried, he could hear it all over Mochenju. If he didn't know, he thought someone else was doing something to him. Mo Tingye made him cry His temples were throbbing, and he wanted to put him down, but the child seemed to feel it, and he cried even more sadly. Mo Tingye's movements froze there, neither letting him go nor not letting him go.

"Stop crying!" Mo Tingye frowned.

The child ignored him, and continued to howl at the top of his voice, crying until he was in a daze.

"Man, don't cry!" Mo Tingye ordered with a cold face.

The child was so frightened that he stopped sobbing, with a string of teardrops hanging from the corner of his eyes, looking pitiful, just when he thought it was finally all right, he saw the child's mouth pursed, and Mo Tingye's heart immediately rang when he saw this Dazuo, as expected, heard a louder cry the next moment: "Wow——"

Mo Tingye's face was completely darkened: "Come here!"

"Squeak!" With a sound, Mohen pushed his head through the crack of the door and came out: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Go and call the nurse!"

Mo Han shrank his neck: "Well, Mr. Feng is giving the nanny a break..."

Mo Tingye's eyes turned cold, are you on vacation?Hmph, there are so many nannies in the mansion, why are they all on vacation at this time?Even if Feng Zhiyao made up a reason, he should make up something out of his mind, right?

Seeing that his master's expression was not right, Mo Han decisively closed the door, turned around and ran away.

Mo Tingye is a big man, holding a crying child in his arms, his posture is awkward but cautious, he had no choice but to soften his tone, and said awkwardly: "Forget my mistake, I shouldn't have scolded you just now. Can you stop crying?"

His Royal Highness Xuan Wang, who was wise and mighty on the battlefield, and the owner of Xuesha Building, who was frightened by the rumors in the rivers and lakes, actually apologized?This is really a rare spectacle once in 800 years. Mo Han, who was eavesdropping outside the door, almost dropped his jaw in shock.

It's a pity that the child who just turned one month old couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he changed the direction and continued to cry, his nose and tears covered his body. At this moment, Mo Tingye only felt that the boy who was outnumbered by thousands of troops was a headache.

"Squeak!" The door opened again, this time it was Mohen, and he grinned: "Then what, master, this subordinate thinks that the little master may be hungry." As he spoke, he softened his hands The fragrant and glutinous rice paste was placed on the table, and then I couldn't wait to turn around and run out.

Mo Tingye and the child were left behind in the room, staring at each other.

"Hungry?" Mo Tingye asked with a frown.

The child didn't cry this time, but twitched twice.

Mo Tingye frowned even tighter: "You don't say anything when you're hungry, you just cry, you're stupid!"

As if feeling his own father's dislike, the child immediately pursed his mouth in grievance, and wanted to cry again. Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Mo Tingye quickly fed a spoonful of rice cereal to his mouth, and finally stopped the deafening crying.Looking at it, Mo Tingye couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Outside, Feng Zhiyao glanced quietly inside, and said to Mohen, "Have you sent the rice paste in?"

Mohen nodded again and again, and asked with some uncertainty: "Young Master Feng, can we really do this?" Judging by the posture of the master just now, it really doesn't look like he will feed a child...

"Why don't you go in and help?" Feng Zhiyao glanced at him with a half-smile.

Mohen immediately changed his words: "This subordinate believes in the master, he will definitely be able to do it!"

Seeing that there was no more crying coming from inside, Feng Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he is willing to take care of the child, other things will naturally come to fruition. Say it!

(End of this chapter)