Mo Nanjue's eyes thorned, and Tong Ran hurriedly squatted down, "Chenchen, my mother said that Daddy was sick and could not speak."

Chen Chen nodded in a daze, and his little hand held Mo Nanjue's hand, "Dad, I want to go and have a grandma too."

Mo Nanjue bent down and picked him up. He walked downstairs with a tall body. Chenchen lay on his shoulder and said something to him from time to time, but the man couldn't speak. He just listened quietly. Tong Ran followed the side and could clearly see his narrowed corners of his eyes.

She couldn't help but feel stinging in her heart. Mo Nanjue came to the restaurant downstairs. He had never made any milk before, so he knew nothing about the steps. Tong Ran stood beside him and guided him. Chen Chen shook his head and lay on the table. Suddenly, "Dadly, when you get old, Chen Chen will also take a grandma for you to drink."

Mo Nanjue paused his hand, and his palm was accidentally scalded red by boiling water. He turned the back of his hand over, but Tong Ran did not see it.

Although Chenchen was very noisy, he was young after all. After drinking milk at night, he started to sleep. Mo Nanjue hugged him and lay on the bed. Tong Ran got up and turned off the light. The room suddenly became dark.

"Dadly."

When Mo Nanjue heard this, he leaned over and hugged him. He reached out and took off his mask and jazz hat. Chenchen stretched out his little hand and touched his chin, "Dadly, are you not wearing a hat anymore?"

Tong Ran lay beside him and pulled the quilt up for them, "Dadie doesn't wear it when he sleeps."

"Oh," Mo Yaochen nodded, his whole little body was huddled in Mo Nanjue's arms, and suddenly raised his head and bit his chin, "Dad, this is your punishment for being sick, you are not allowed to get sick in the future."

Mo Nanjue choked slightly in his throat. He pressed his palm against his son's head and pulled him into his chest. Chenchen leaned intimately, rubbing his head against his chest, and his movements were very similar to Tong Ran. The little guy grinned, "Chenchen is sleeping, Daddy, you are not allowed to sneak away in the middle of the night."

Mo Nanjue pursed his lips and nodded. Mo Yaochen closed his eyes with peace of mind after he received the guarantee. One of his little hands tightly grabbed his collar. He stretched out his other hand to grab Tong Ran's hand, and pulled both of them to his side, "Good night Daddy, good night Mom, I love you."

Mo Nanjue lowered his head, his thin lips were stamped on Chenchen's forehead, and a kiss was gently dropped. He wrapped his hands around Tong Ran's waist, and Chenchen's small body was lying in the middle. This was the first time that the three of them were lying together. The man held them with one hand and completely protected the favored posture. This was his position, but he had been missing for four years. How easy was it to make up for it?

Besides...

Mo Nanjue closed his eyes and covered the layers of sadness in his eyes.

Tong Ran raised her hand and put it on her eyes. She quietly turned her face, feeling so uncomfortable.

Tong Ran didn't remember how she fell asleep. She felt the big bed fluttering very lightly, as if someone stood up, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She had slept lightly for the past four years, and she would wake up a little bit of wind and movement. He was not by her side, and all her sense of security had been missing.

Tong Ran sat up and found that the quilt that Chenchen kicked off had been covered. She stood up gently and quickly walked to the balcony outside the bedroom.

Mo Nanjue supported the windowsill with both hands, and a cigarette was held between his slender fingers, but it did not light it. He lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!