There is a saying we all know, that is, we are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but we are afraid of comparing goods. Who is? People are even the same. There are people outside of people, and there are mountains outside of mountains. There is no handsome, there is only more handsome. There is no most beautiful, there is only more beautiful.

Having said that, we talk about the Four Young Masters.

If you want to say who is the most handsome among the four of them? Although each carrot and cabbage has its own preferences, who can tell who is the most handsome? They all have their own handsomeness, but standing together, no one can win over the style of each other.

This is called "dividing one's own king", and combining one's own complement and one's own success.

Even Qin Lan, Jie Xinyu, Ye Zhiyu and Xia Tian dare not say that their "men" are the best and most handsome. Even if they think he is the most unique in their own family, as long as the four of them are together, they will never have the idea of ​​being the only one in their minds.

Just like Jie Xinyu now, Mo Cenhan and Qian Qingye's eyes looked the same.

There is admiration, pride and inferiority.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, who can see the tall tree? What's more, I am not a tall tree, a small sapling swaying in the wind and rain at best.

Not upright, not independent, and even the possibility of being uprooted!

Therefore, both worship and inferiority complex come from the heart-to-heart talk of a person, which is very contradictory but also very appropriate.

With this mood, Jie Xinyu never calmed down from the living room to the dining room. If it weren't for the little guy to reconcile, her mood would have been difficult to calm down.

Now, the little guy seems to like eating more than drinking milk powder. Especially after sitting in the seat of his exclusive chair, he is very excited. He patted the seat surface and never was idle, unless his mouth is filled with food.

Seeing the little guy's excited look, Qian Qingye couldn't help but sigh and said, "Little Momo is getting bigger and bigger and cuteer. When he saw him, he couldn't help but want to kiss him, hug him and then raise him high. Unfortunately, I can't even do anything like this kind of happiness and power. Not only him, but even my Xiao Qianyu, I have never hugged her well until now."

Speaking of this, the envious look looked at Mo Cenhan without any concealment, "So, I said, Mr. Mo, you should be well-behaved when you have this kind of happiness. The happiness in your own hands is the most real."

"Young Master Qian should not look at me with such envious eyes. One day, when your son is born, I believe that our Hindi Master Qian can hold him effortlessly, kiss him, hug him and then hold him high."

It seems that the Qian Family's Xiao Qianqian has already existed.

"However, I will remember what Qian Shao said, I will grasp my own happiness. I understand this, and I understand it deeply." When Mo Cenhan said this, he smiled and looked at Jie Xinyu, and then looked at Xiao Momo who was having a lot of fun eating.

At this time, the little Momo, who was eating in front of the food, didn't even bother to respond to his father's words. The way he ate with big mouthfuls was so cute that Qian Qingji and Mo Cenhan couldn't help laughing.

Apart from knowing Xinyu, he didn't smile, his face turned slightly red, and he worked harder to feed the little guy one by one, not even dared to raise his head, nor did he dare to look at the two people sitting opposite him.

Qian Qingye and Mo Cenhan couldn't help but smile at each other, tacitly said nothing, and lowered their heads to eat.

Qian Qingye's cough was really much better than the previous few days. At least he didn't have much scattering when eating, so that he could have a meal quietly. This moved Mo Cenhan and was very pleased.
Chapter completed!