President Daddy is super strong

In the bedroom.

Little guy gently wiped his tears with little meat hand.

But it can't be wiped clean.

The little guy looked at Mo yanjue anxiously. "Daddy, what should I do? Why can't mummy's tears be wiped clean? "

Why don't Mo yanjue worry.

Facing a woman crying is enough for him to worry, let alone not to say anything, let him worry more.

Frown into a group, he gently touched the back of the little guy's head to show comfort.

Then said: "you go out to find the Butler grandpa to play, daddy and mummy to say a few words."

Although the little guy didn't like it, he nodded his head cleverly and slowly climbed out of bed and walked out.

The door was gently closed, he sat quietly beside the bed, but looked out of the window.

The voice was bland: "those people have been sent to the police station, and the investigation of the real murderer behind the scenes still needs your cooperation. If you keep going, the investigation of the case can go on very well. Do you understand?"

Lying on the bed, the tears still slip silently, but the long eyelashes tremble gently.

"If you want to find out the truth of things, if you want to express this evil spirit, you should cheer up, instead of just crying like now. If tears can solve the problem, what else needs to be done by law in the world?"

"Think about it for yourself. I'll go down and have dinner prepared for you."

Mo yanjue is not sure that these words will work for her, but there is only so much he can say and do.

If she can't figure it out, it's useless for others to worry any more.

He got up and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door.

"How's Mommy, daddy?" The little guy didn't trust Muqiqi, so he didn't leave when he came out of the bedroom. He kept at the door all the time.

Seeing Mo yanjue going out of it, he asked in a hurry.

"Mommy Needs a good rest, darling, don't worry, Mommy will get better."

Gently rubbing his son's head, he felt his son's vulnerability for the first time.

Before, I always regarded him as a little adult. I thought he was smart and sensible, and his IQ and EQ were different from ordinary people, and he was not as naive as other children.

But now he realized that no matter how smart he was, he was at least a baby who needed the care of his father and his mother.

"Will Mommy really get better?" The little guy looked up, his eyes were full of tears.

Mo yanjue's heart was sour, and he rubbed the little guy's head. "Yes."

"Let's go and accompany dad to the basement. Let's prepare dinner for Mommy."

I don't know why, in fact, the time of getting along is not long, and the feelings are not deep at all. When he saw her vice appearance, he felt very uncomfortable.

So he was going to cook for her and make something for her.

Hearing this, little guy came to be interested. Recently, he just learned how to make noodles in school. Little star thought he could make a bowl of noodles for Mommy himself.

A big one and a small one came downstairs hand in hand, and the people in the bedroom gradually recovered their sense. Indeed, as Mo yanjue said, she had to cheer up, so that she would not be seen as a joke by those who wanted to harm her!

······In the restaurant downstairs.

The flour is everywhere.

A big face, a small face, arms, even hair are white.

I don't know. I thought his father and son fell into the VAT!

Muqiqi got down from upstairs and stood at the entrance of the escalator and froze, "what are you doing?"