Three babies: domineering daddy kisses addictedly

"Hey, come here." Mo Beichen called, the bodyguard standing guard in front.

"Young master." the bodyguard respectfully took his body.

"Where are the old lady and the young master? The master and the wife have also come back. Where have all the people gone?" Mo Beichen took Xu Difang.

"I don't know." the bodyguard shook his head.

"You......" Mo Beichen raised his fist and felt an impulse to beat him, but he put it down immediately. "Go," he yelled at the bodyguard.

This is the Mohist school. The bodyguards in the family are all old ladies. Naturally, they won't listen to him.

Research institutes guard against enemies, women outside and relatives at home. It's a bad taste.

"Cough..."

Suddenly, behind Mo Beichen, a female cough came.

"Mom..." Mo Beichen suddenly turned back and saw that it was his mother, Shen yuewan, and hurriedly shouted.

Shen yuewan was carrying a bucket in her hand, her sleeves rolled up, and her feet were wearing slippers. Not only that, but also a silk scarf with girl powder on his forehead should prevent his hair from falling down and hindering his sight.

It's not like being a wife. It's just a maid.

"Puff... Ha ha..." Mo Beichen thought of this and couldn't help laughing wildly.

Perhaps his laughter was too loud, which attracted the attention of Mo Zhonghe, who was pruning flowers and plants in the nearby garden.

"What's the matter?" Mo Zhonghe ran eagerly, holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

Mo Zhonghe was wearing a green worker's jumpsuit and black bucket boots.

The old couple can't stand the Mohist maids and maids at such a stop.

"Ha ha... Mom and Dad, you've suffered, ha ha..." Mo Beichen laughed even more. They must have suffered a lot at home these days. He was at home before, and grandma treated him like that.

One is the president of Tangtang Xiaohu Research Institute, holding thousands of heavy soldiers. The Institute has great prestige and flying colors.

The other is the famous chairman of Chenqing group at home and abroad. His companies are all over the world, with assets of up to 100 billion. His status and power are like a duck to water.

However, such two heavyweights can only be reduced to this small place when they return to the ink house.

"Funny?" Shen yuewan, who was a mother, was not polite at all. He lifted the bucket in his hand and threw the clothes belonging to the three little guys in the bucket directly on him.

"Ha ha... No, not funny." Mo Beichen subconsciously stretched out his hand and hugged those clothes in his arms.

"You have a good laugh. During this time, you've been playing crazy outside?" Mo Zhonghe put his hands in his waist, unsmiling and indifferent, like teaching his children's soldiers in the Research Institute. "Mo Beichen!" he shouted.

"To!" Mo Beichen subconsciously let go, and the clothes in his arms fell to the ground. Instinctively stand up and stand at attention. But on second thought, this is Mohism, not a research institute. His back was stiff and he immediately fell down again. "Dad, this is mozhai. I'm your son. You're not my boss."

"You little bunny, disobey my orders again and again, don't you?" Mo Zhonghe still uses the scissors in his hand and raises his fist to teach him a lesson. "I'll make you run fast on both legs."

"Why? This is home. Don't always put on the airs of a dean." Mo Beichen hurried to his mother and grabbed Shen yuewan's body to prevent his father from teaching him a lesson.