When the steamed stuffed bun finished, he stretched out his pink hand and grabbed the fork bent by Zhang xiaorou on the table.

Zhang xiaorou raised her hand. She wanted to stop the steamed stuffed bun. She accidentally met Qi Yue's eyes. She immediately took her hand back, put it under the table and grabbed her skirt.

She almost forgot that her current setting is the mother of the two cubs. She should be a loving mother, no doubt, absolutely not!

So, her cold eyes became soft. She tilted her head, looked spoiled, smiled at the steamed stuffed bun and said, "then take a good look. Did Mommy do it?"

I've heard that a bad woman pretends to be mommy in front of her. Xiaobaozi walks to Qi Yue with a fork. At the same time, he turns back, and an elegant smile floats on his pink face. "Aunt Zhang, how can you always make mistakes? You're not our mommy. Don't always make mistakes about your identity."

Although the steamed stuffed bun is smiling, its voice is extremely cold, and the elegant sound line has a kind of chilling that people fear later. Such coldness is interpreted by a nearly five-year-old child, especially terrible.

Zhang xiaorou's eyes couldn't help darkening. The smile on his face was slowly stiff and solidified. When talking to little steamed stuffed bun, his voice was a little unnatural, "yes, I made a mistake?"

The ending sound trembled, and finally gave Mu Qingyu a weak and pitiful look.

In fact, she is also very happy that the children treat her like this, so she has the opportunity to constantly brush the sense of existence in front of Mu Qingyu, which makes Mu Qingyu love her more and more.

Sure enough, Mu Qingyu was moved when he saw Zhang xiaorou's painful expression. He said in a deep voice, "Mu Xinglan, don't talk nonsense. She is your mommy."

"Hum, daddy, you know it's hard for us. It's like you picked us up. If you don't want us, say it earlier. My brother and I can pack up and go. Anyway, babies like us will be loved like others. We don't have to stay at home."

Little Lori hugged Mu Qingyu's neck and put her small face on his big face. As soon as her eyes closed, tears fell.

Her father couldn't stand her tears, so she wanted to be a little white lotus for Mommy. She didn't believe it and couldn't beat the smelly woman.

Daughter's tears can melt the old father's heart.

Mu Qingyu saw his little daughter crying. He forgot what he wanted to say just now. He walked towards the living room with his child and coaxed her as he walked: "you didn't pick it up. Dad likes you best. Why don't you want you?"

"Daddy lied. Daddy just talked to his brother. Daddy... Daddy doesn't like us. I know daddy wants a second child." little Lori sat on Mu Qingyu's lap, her small hand around his waist, her small face on his chest, crying out of breath, "Men are big pig hooves. When they have a new love, they forget their old love. I'm not as good as that aunt, and my brother has no one else. That's why dad is so fierce to us..."

In the face of little Lori's complaint, Mu Qingyu was angry and helpless.

The soft little girl cried and said heartbreaking words. Every time she said he was a scum man. He was wondering if he had done something particularly scum before.

Zhang xiaorou over there was very unhappy when she saw Mu Qingyu's love for her daughter.

Every time, as long as she tries to get close to Mu Qingyu, the child is like a magnet, sucking Mu Qingyu tightly.

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