Jiang Mo was accompanying Xiao Mo just now. Now Jiang Mo is here, where is Xiao Mo?

Thinking of this, she no longer cared about how Jiang Mo was cooking and chopping vegetables. She turned around neatly and started looking for Xiao Mo.

As soon as she left, Jiang Mo's chopping action paused for a moment, and his eyes turned slightly to where she was standing just now.

The place was empty, as if something had been lost, making the whole space seem a bit depressing.

Jiang Mo's eyes darkened, but only for a moment. He quickly looked away and continued chopping vegetables in his hands.

There were just a few places. Xiao Yao searched one by one and soon found Xiao Mo in the study.

Xiao Mo sat on the carpet. There was a circle of books on the floor, not for reading, but for building a house.

Xiao Yao took a closer look and found that they were all original foreign books. The ones in English were a little better. She didn't recognize the others at all, but at first glance they were valuable hardcover editions.

He quickly stepped forward, took the book out of Xiaomo's hand and said, "Xiaomo, how can you use these books to play with?"

"Mom." Xiao Mo was too serious just now and didn't notice Xiao Yao coming over. Now he raised his face and showed a sweet smile, explaining: "Uncle Mo gave these to me to play with. He said he would buy toys for me next time."

I play."

"Really?" Xiao Yao made a movement in her hand: "...he gave it to you to play with."

"Well, yes!" Xiao Mo nodded repeatedly.

Xiao Yao felt even more uncomfortable.

If he is so kind to Xiaomo, does he know that this child is his?

If you know, why don't you let Xiao Mo call him "Dad"? You probably still don't know!

But she didn't know that being so nice to Xiaomo made her even more worried.

That man, what exactly does he want to do?

Now Xiao Yao felt like she was standing in a small alley surrounded by alleys. Even if she raised her head and could see the sky, she couldn't get out at all.

"Mom, how do you think my house is built?"

Xiao Yao came back to her senses, looked at Xiao Mo's house that looked like a treasure, and praised with a faint smile: "It's very beautiful."

"This is our home." Xiao Mo said seriously. He pointed to a place with his little finger and said, "This is the room where my mother and I live." Then he pointed to another place and said, "Uncle Mo lives here."

"Uncle Mo?"

"Yes!" Xiao Mo nodded his head repeatedly and said, "We will live together in the future. Mom, I am very happy."

"Really, are you so happy living with...him?" she said with some difficulty.

"Yes!" Xiao Mo nodded repeatedly and raised his eyebrows in distress.

Xiao Yao quickly retracted her thoughts and asked him: "What's wrong?"

"Mom, when you and Uncle Mo get married, will I have to call Uncle Mo dad?"

Xiao Yao's heart was shocked and she was a little speechless.

But Xiaomo didn't seem to need her answer, and soon he was immersed in his own thoughts, and began to worry about it: "What if you and Uncle Mo have another baby, will you not like me anymore?"

.”

Do she and him have other children?

Xiao Yao suddenly imagined such a picture in her mind.

But just for a moment, this thought was quickly shaken out of my mind.

How could she still have such an idea now? It was so unrealistic.

"Mom, if you have other babies in the future, I will like them very much, but you must like me the most!" Then he said with some struggle: "Uncle Mo will definitely like the babies he gave birth to the most.

, don’t like me anymore.”

She felt a pain in her heart and quickly hugged Xiaomo into her arms, saying sadly: "No, mommy will always love you the most."

"Yeah." Xiao Mo immediately laughed again and said generously: "It's enough that my mother likes me the most. Uncle Mo likes his baby, so let him like it, because he is not my biological father. This

There is nothing we can do about it.”

Listening to Xiaomo's emotion like an adult.

Xiao Yao really wanted to tell him that his Uncle Mo was his biological father.

However, she really couldn't say anything.

I can only hold the child tightly in my arms.

A child's emotions always come and go quickly. Soon Xiaomo broke away from her arms and said happily: "My house hasn't been built yet? I'll talk to my mother after I finish it."

say."

"Okay, go ahead and do it. Mom will be with you."

Jiang Mo finished cooking and when he came to the study, he saw such a warm picture.

Xiao Yao was smiling, and the child was sitting on the ground playing.

If that child was his, everything would be perfect.

However, despite its flaws, it was ultimately the life he wanted.

Soon, he regained his composure and said calmly: "Let's eat."

Xiao Yao didn't react until she heard his voice.

It's just strange that I watched Xiao Mo play so seriously, so seriously that I didn't even react when he came.

"Uncle Mo." Xiao Mo jumped up happily, opened his hands, ran to Jiang Mo, hugged his legs, turned back and pointed at the study house he built as if to offer a treasure and said: "Uncle Mo,

Look, this is the house I made, do you like it?"

Jiang Mo's movements were a little stiff, as if he wasn't used to his child being so close. He glanced at the house, frowned, and said two words lightly.

"good."

After he finished speaking, he didn't pay much attention. He made a slight movement on his feet, broke away from Xiao Mo's hand, and walked directly out.

The expression on Xiao Mo's face immediately changed from excitement to loneliness.

Xiao Yao, who walked next to her, asked, "Mom, does Uncle Mo not like me?"

Xiao Yao's heart was indescribably heartbroken, but she could only comfort him as if nothing had happened: "How could it be? How could your Uncle Mo not like you?"

"But, he didn't say anything just now." Xiao Mo lowered his shoulders and sighed like an adult: "Forget it, Uncle Mo is not my biological father after all, I have to understand him."

"Xiao Mo."

Seeing such a young child say something that even adults might not be able to say, Xiao Yao really didn't know how to express it.

"It's okay, mom, let's go out to eat." Xiao Mo smiled and turned around and took Xiao Yao's hand.

Is this child comforting her?

Xiao Yao didn't say anything more, or even dared to say more, for fear of being noticed.

Hand in hand, we came to the restaurant together. On a rectangular dining table that could seat six people, there were three dishes and one soup with beautiful colors. They looked good and smelled good. Even before we started eating, we could tell they would taste good.

At this time, Jiang Mo came out of the kitchen. Although he still had a cold face, he placed three bowls of rice in front of him very naturally.

"When did you learn to cook?"
Chapter completed!