"Really?" Mo Yaochen looked at him in surprise. He pursed his lips and counted his seniority. After a long time, he suddenly realized, "Mom's brother... I understand, then you are my grandfather!"

“…”

How did this come about?!

Luo Xiao smiled and his shoulders were shaking. He reached out to rub his head, "Chenchen, I'm not grandpa, I should be your uncle."

"Haji, don't touch my hair!" Mo Yaochen glared at him fiercely, "Uncle, I didn't expect that for so long, you are still jealous of my cool hairstyle. I was shaved because of you last time!"

“…”

Luo Xiao withdrew his hand and squatted beside him like a child. Mo Yaochen suddenly raised his hand while playing, and wiped it on his face, "Look at it!"

Luo Xiao was stunned and was wiped off before he could hide...

It's a terrible sight.

He raised his hand to wipe it. Mo Yaochen looked at him and said with a smile, "Uncle, you have become a black and white sect!"

uncle……

These two words hit Luo Xiao's heart.

He felt like he was electrocuted all over his body, and a strange emotion surged up. Luo Xiao didn't say anything, but just stared at Mo Yaochen for a moment.

This child...he once hated him deeply as an enemy.

Because he is Monanjue's child.

At that time, when Fu Qingshuang learned from her that Tong Ran was pregnant, Luo Xiao felt that she was really going crazy. He could no longer accept her staying with Mo Nanjue, but she was pregnant again...

What did he do after that?

Yes, he was crazy. He did crazy things that the world could not tolerate. He could not hold back his hands or control his heart. In the end, he had to leave this child behind because he also wanted his and Xiaoran's children.

But in the end it went against the other...

Luo Xiao looked dazed, and what had happened before was vivid in his mind, but it seemed like a whole century had passed.

He couldn't remember it, it was so far...

In a blink of an eye, this child, Xiaoran, was still born and was four years old.

Luo Xiao's lips curled up slightly, which was indeed extremely bitter. He couldn't deny that Mo Nanjue was indeed a good man, and he could make Tong Ran very happy...

He once thought he could do it, but he was ridiculously discovering that it was just the past.

"Uncle?" Mo Yaochen reached out and shook his eyes, "What are you swollen? Is meningitis attacking?"

Luo Xiao came to his senses and smiled, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about something."

"Do you miss a woman?" Mo Yaochen sighed lightly and turned his head over, "You men are useless."

“…”

Luo Xiao twitched his lips lightly, and his choking skills were inherited to the fullest.

The cicadas on the tree kept shouting, and Mo Yaochen was sweating profusely, but he was still excited, "Uncle, don't you try it? It's so good to pinch this."

"Okay," Luo Xiao nodded and added to the array of mud-pinning mud, "How to pinch?"

Mo Yaochen grabbed his hand with his little hand, "Uncle, have you touched grandma? It's okay, attention is important."

“…”

Luo Xiao's face was covered in darkness. Seeing this, Mo Yaochen slapped the back of his hand, "Uncle, please concentrate, don't be distracted! Do you still want to learn?!"

"……good."
Chapter completed!