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When she saw Ozawa looking at herself innocently, holding a transformer she was playing with, her heart relaxed.

"Mom?" Ozawa looked at the eyes puzzled, surprised, a pale mother, worried way, "what's the matter with you?"

"No don't worry! Mom's fine. " Mujing orange looks around Ozawa's room, focusing on the window of the room.

When she found that there was nothing unusual and there was nothing suspicious in the room, she was completely relieved.

At this time, district little Chen also followed to walk in.

He took a look at his son, then put his hand around Mu Jingcheng's arm and said, "don't worry, it's OK."

Mu Jing orange nodded slightly, "it seems that I really worry too much."

Qu Shaochen gently embraces her in her arms, but her eyes unconsciously fall on Ozawa.

At the moment, Ozawa is playing with transformers, but his eyes are not as focused as before, and the speed is much slower.

"Ozawa, it's getting late. Go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow." Qu Shaochen looks at his son gently.

"Good!" Ozawa said, put the transformers aside directly, then lifted the quilt and went in.

Looking at the son so obedient, district little Chen happily pulled a lip angle, then hugged Mu Jing orange to walk out.

But at the moment when he went out, his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the tablet computer in Ozawa's room, and he thought of the words of Murai orange before.

Ozawa is not as interested in transformers as before, but is very interested in tablet computers and even their laptops.

Think of here, the brow of area little Chen not from tiny collect for a while, loosen Mu Jing orange immediately, walked to small Ze.

Mu Jingcheng looked at him suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

Qu Shaochen did not speak, but went directly to Ozawa's side.

At the moment, Ozawa is preparing to go to sleep. He is buried in the quilt. For the arrival of Qu Shaochen, he seems to be completely unaware and lying still.

"The air in the quilt is not good. Sleep with your head exposed." District Little Chen pet drown of looking at own son, after covering quilt for him again, lightly kiss on his forehead, "good night, son!"

"Good night, Dad."

When he left, Qu Shaochen turned off the light in Ozawa's room. As for the tablet computer lying on the desk, he hesitated for a moment, but did not take it away. Instead, he left it in his son's room.

He believes in Ozawa's self-control, but also believes that he will not be frustrated.

But what is Ozawa's interest in computers?

"What's the matter?" After small Ze room comes out, the brow of area little Chen is to close slightly all the time.

Mu Jingcheng looked at him and asked anxiously, "you are also worried, aren't you?"

In her heart, the blackout was definitely premeditated. Although there was no abnormality up to now, she always felt that something was wrong.

Intuition tells her that this seemingly unintentional power failure is actually related to them.

But she couldn't tell what it was.

It's just that feeling, it's lingering.

"Fool!" District Shaochen smiles at her, "you are really too nervous."

"Aren't you worried at all?" Mu Jingcheng looks at him in bewilderment.

Why can't my heart calm down all the time?

"It seems that tonight is a good time for you to relax." District Little Chen finish saying, a beat her horizontal to embrace.

Mu Jing orange has been surprised, "what are you doing?"

"What do you say?" District Little Chen evil spirit of see her.

Mujing orange instantly understood, but at this time, where does she have that kind of mood?

"Qu Shaochen, why don't you worry at all? In case... "

"No, just in case!" Qu Shaochen looked at her with certainty, "if you have to have something in case, it's..." He gently kisses her on the forehead, and then whispers, "I may be suffocated by you."

"I..."

"Mrs. Qu, don't spoil the atmosphere, OK?" Qu Shaochen gently put her on the bed, looking at her with a look of eyes, "enjoy it well, this is what you should do now."

With that, he gently kisses her on the lips.

When his lips touched her, Mu Jingcheng's heart thumped. That kind of unknown tension disappeared unconsciously and slowly.

She looked at him, looking at this whenever you look, will be handsome to suffocating face, the whole person can not help but relax.

And Qu Shaochen, also at this time, gently took off her clothes

The moonlight is beautiful, shining through the window screen.

Under his guidance, Mujing orange slowly entered the state.

A heart to heart exchange, in the long night, beganAt the same time.

The little guy in the next room crept out of the bed quietly.

He took an alert look at the direction of the door, then slowly reached out his hand and took the already black tablet computer.

He skillfully entered the password, and immediately displayed dense numbers on the screen.

Ozawa looked at the numbers, looked at the direction outside the eye door, and his lips rose slightly.

"Hum, I want you to fight!" Ozawa murmured, then directly pressed the power off button, and then lay back on the bed, deep sleep.

The next day, when Ozawa rubs his eyes and walks out of the room, Mujing orange and Qu Shaochen are ready to start.

Ozawa realized that they were leaving for another country.

But his interest is no longer on it.

So, the excitement has already come down.

"Mom, can we not go?" Ozawa looked at his small suitcase, frowning slightly.

Hear this words, Mu Jing orange and district little Chen all not from of a Leng.

"Why?" Mujing orange squats down and looks at Ozawa gently. "Don't you like that place?"

"No!" Ozawa shook his head.

"Why is that?" Mu Jingcheng looks at his son in bewilderment.

"I miss home, Miss grandma Zhang, Miss grandma too." Ozawa looked up at Mujing orange, "can we go back to city B, to our own home?"

Mu Jing orange is slightly a Leng, look up to district little Chen.

It's like asking for advice, more like asking for his help.

District Little Chen get her hint, also squatted down, looking at the son's eyes extremely gentle, "Ozawa homesick?"

Ozawa nodded heavily.

In fact, he is not really interested in where to play or what to play.

In these countries, besides mountains, they are the sea, or they are some historic sites.

For a child who is nearly six years old, it is not very attractive.

What's more, his interest is not here. "Well, let's go home!" Qu Shaochen made this decision without hesitation.