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4988. Chapter 4987 When were you not feeding me when you were young?

Chapter 4987 When was there a time when you were a child that I didn’t feed you?

Mo Nanjue didn't have a cold expression, nor was his tone very fierce. He just looked at him with squinted eyes, but his half-smiling look made it even more difficult to figure out what he was thinking. Mo Yaochen was afraid that if he said this,

If you spit it out, you may be sent to a chicken farm tomorrow to raise chickens and lay eggs every day...

Thinking of the more terrible consequences like this, Mo Yaochen still swallowed the mouthful of custard with force. The smooth and soft eggs slid down his throat, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Then another spoon came out.

Mo Yaochen hurriedly reached out to take the spoon, "Dad, um... I'll eat it myself..."

Mo Nanjue raised his eyes and stared at him, "When were you eating when you were a child without me feeding you?"

Especially when Mo Yaochen was seven or eight years old, because he was so naughty, no one could control him, and he couldn't be found during meals. But surprisingly, there was only Mo Nanjue every time.

After being able to find where his son was hiding and taking him out, Mo Yaochen hugged him and refused to let him go. He insisted on being fed by Mo Nanjue before he would eat obediently.

Although Mo Nanjue didn't take care of him before he was five years old, when Mo Yaochen was seven or eight years old, only Mo Nanjue was taking care of him. To be precise, only he could control him.

So Mo Nanjue was left to take care of Mo Yaochen alone. During that time, Mo Yaochen basically went to the company with him every day. Even when Mo Nanjue went to chambers of commerce or banquets, he would take him with him, wearing a smaller version of the suit.

, followed him step by step.

If a woman approaches Mo Nanjue, Mo Yaochen will hug his legs, raise his handsome little face and say with hostility to the ladies: "My father has a wife! I am his son!"

It made those big bosses laugh.

Then, Mo Yaochen will definitely make a fuss at the banquet and ask his father to hug him. As long as Mo Nanjue hugs him, he will fall asleep immediately, his limbs tightly wrapped around Mo Nanjue, and Mo Nanjue will drool all over.

Wearing a suit, Mo Nanjue could only take him home with a dark face, but as soon as he got home, the little guy immediately woke up again and started making trouble everywhere...

This situation did not start to improve until he was ten years old. Before that, Mo Yaochen would even sleep with Mo Nanjue. He would cling to him 24 hours a day and make a fuss whenever he left. Other children are clingy.

Mom, he is the complete opposite, clingy to dad!

Mo Yaochen obviously hasn't forgotten the things he did when he was a child...

Looking back now, he wished he could take a time machine and go back in time, catch himself at that time, take off his pants and spank him hard!

Mo Yaochen's ears were a little red, and he raised his head guiltily, just in time to meet Mo Nanjue's cold, narrowed eyes, "Now do you know you want to lose face?"

"..." Mo Yaochen subconsciously defended, "I...I was still young at that time."

Mo Nanjue nodded, "Yes, I'm still young and don't know how to sell photos everywhere."

Mo Yaochen, "..."

He was completely speechless. Mo Nanjue took another spoonful of egg custard, and there was no doubt in his calm tone, "Don't even think about letting it go until you finish eating these."

Mo Yaochen raised his head and looked outside, looking for Tong Ran to come to the rescue, but his face was turned back, "Don't look around while eating!"

"..."

Mo Yaochen silently rolled his eyes. Sitting in front of Mo Nanjue, he lost the domineering and childish attitude towards Bei Wanxing. He raised his head and looked at his father in front of him. More than ten years have passed, and now when he thinks back to those scenes from his childhood, Mo Yaochen

Chen couldn't help but feel a little sad.
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