Mr.Mo's eternal love: sweet wife, please come to my arms

"Huh?"

"Can you help me find Xiao Chenxi's family?"

He pleaded.

"I met Xiao Chenxi near the central square. She seems to have separated from her family."

"Is she really not your daughter?"

"Of course not!"

The words are seriously emphasized.

Mercure was still a little suspicious, "but she looks like you."

"Who is like me? Isn't it big eyes, high nose and small mouth? Many girls are like this. You say xiaochenxi is like me. I still think she is like you! "

"Hum."

Mo Chu Ximan smiled heartlessly.

"Heart to heart, are you praising yourself?"

“……”

Yan Xinxin didn't want to argue with Mo Chuxi anymore. He lowered his head slowly and sighed silently.

"I don't have such good luck. I have a lovely daughter like xiaochenxi."

My baby was declared dead of heart failure at the moment of birth. She didn't even have time to take a look

The woman in her arms suddenly became quiet, and murchuxi stopped talking and reached out to turn off the lighting in the room.

Feeling the dim light, Yan Xinxin opened his eyes. He could not see the people and things in the room in the dark. The only clear thing was the heartbeat and breathing of Mo Chuxi's chest

——

In the early morning, Yan Xinxin woke up on time under the implementation of the biological clock.

Just opened her eyes and saw the handsome face close at hand. She was scared back, but she found that her waist was hugged.

She paused, and then slowly came back from surprise.

Why don't you forget? I slept with Mercure last night.

But... What's the matter? Why did I just enjoy holding him so much

Thinking of this, Yan Xinxin's cheeks were slightly hot. He raised his eyes and saw Zhang Junrong still sleeping, and his heart began to beat irregularly again.

God is really partial, gave him the supreme right and background, and gave him such a delicate face.

It's not fair.

Thinking silently, Yan turned and got out of bed.

"Stop making fried eggs. I don't like them."

“……”

What the hell?

"Are you awake?"

Yan Xinxin looked back and saw the man slowly open his deep peach eyes.

"Mr. Mo, shouldn't you go to the morning transportation?"

"I should have gone."

Mo Chuxi said with a meaningful look at Yan Xinxin.

"It's just that you hold me so tightly that I can't push it away."

"... how, how possible!"

Yan Xinxin blushed and denied, but he also felt like sophistry.

When she woke up just now, she did see herself holding him

"I won't talk nonsense with you. I'll make breakfast!"

Yan Xinxin grabbed her clothes and ran out. Mo Chuxi looked at her running back and hooked her thin lips.

Today, he did oversleep.

In the restaurant, Yan Xinxin had a good breakfast and stood at the table to tidy up Xiao Chenxi's skirt. Yan Chenxi was waiting next to her with a small book bag on her back.

"Xiaochenxi, do you like this skirt? It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Well..."

Xiaochenxi nodded, raised her big eyes and looked at murchuxi who was drinking milk.

"Baba gave it to me."

"... cough!"

Murchuxi almost sprayed the milk when he heard the speech.

Yan Xinxin and Yan Chenxi moved their eyes to Mo Chuxi in surprise.

"Mr. Mo, are you Xiao Chenxi's father?"

"Heart to heart, she is stupid, are you stupid?"

Mo Chuxi put down the glass, looked at him with long eyes and blinked, looking innocent little dawn.

What do you think of this little thing? It's called his father? Where is he like her father?