My Previous Fraternal Twins

Not because he called his father and was frightened by him, but because Mo Shichen suddenly woke up, which made Tang Ruizuo a little nervous.

Daddy woke up.

This is his father.

Although the scene was unexpected, Tang Ruizuo soon calmed down.

He held the ball, calmly crossed his legs, sat face to face with Mo Shichen and said, "uncle, you're awake."

After the dizziness in his mind faded, Mo Shichen found a little thing around him and called "Daddy" in his mouth. When he sat up and saw the little guy in front of him, he couldn't move his eyes in amazement.

The child has a familiar face. Under his thick eyebrows are a pair of good-looking Danfeng eyes. The eyes twinkle like the light of stars. His face is slightly round. There is still the baby fat on his chin. The most important thing is that his hair is naturally curled like him, making his facial features more handsome and beautiful.

Mo Shichen didn't even let go of his eyelashes and hair. After looking at his appearance, he quickly swept back and forth on him. Finally, his eyes fixed on the child's face.

How could this child... Be so like himself!

"Wow, my uncle looks like my father!"

When Mo Shichen heard this, the originally wrinkled eyebrows folded deeper, and there was a trace of irritability in his heart.

He saw himself in his childhood from his children. However, at that time, he was not as round as the children in front of him, nor as gorgeous as his clothes. It was even good to be able to get enough food and clothing at that time.

"However, my father has a bad temper, doesn't understand interest, and doesn't care about my mommy gently. I hate my father very much. My mommy is very beautiful, but he doesn't know how to cherish it." Tang Ruizuo, the child holding the ball in both hands, complained to Mo Shichen.

Of course, he also said this to Mo Shichen.

"Just now my uncle picked up the ball for me. In order to thank my uncle, let me wrap up your wound." with that, Tang Ruizuo put the ball down, stood up and jumped directly at Mo Shichen.

"HMM." the child suddenly bumped over and made Mo Shichen subconsciously raise his hands to hold the running child, and then the two fell to the ground together. He snorted.

Looked up, the child lay on his body, a pair of eyes stared at him like gemstones, and a pure smile appeared on his pink face.

Mo Shichen was stunned for a moment. His heart seemed to be brushed by something soft and turned into a pool of water.

He lifted up and patted Tang Ruizuo's ass, sat up with him and asked, "no, it's getting late. How can your parents let you walk outside alone?"

"My mommy is very busy and hard. She wants to make money for me to go to kindergarten alone." Tang Ruizuo hung one hand around Mo Shichen's neck and put one hand on his injured arm and poked it intentionally or unintentionally.

He vaguely saw that his father's face changed and his eyebrows were locked.

He continued to poke happily.

Who made you so indifferent to Mommy today.

Hum!

Mo Shichen looked back at his arm, his eyebrows jumped a few times, endured the wound on his arm, and said calmly, "where's your daddy?"

"He..." Tang Ruizuo flattened his mouth and wanted to cry. "Daddy is with a bad woman. It's terrible for Mommy. He doesn't care about me, mommy and my sister!"

Tang Ruizuo's words touched Mo Shichen's childhood pain. He unconsciously clenched his hands, looked gloomy and said, "don't cry, don't worry about this scum."

Tang Ruizuo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, but there was a cunning light at the bottom of his eyes. With a crying voice, he said, "uncle also thinks such people are scum."

"Hmm!" Mo Shichen nodded solemnly, then looked up and looked around: "where's your home? I'll see you off!"

"My home..."

"Tang Ruizuo!" a voice suddenly came from the rear. Tang Ruizuo trembled slightly and looked back.

Tang Wanxin ran out from behind the green scene and stared straight at the man sitting on the ground, holding her son Tang Ruizuo in his arms.

When she saw this scene, a chill rushed into Tang Wanxin's body. She felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Mo Shichen was holding her son. Did he find anything?!

Tang Wanxin's face turned white for a moment, and there was only one idea left in his mind.

She owns her son alone. She won't allow anyone to take it away.