Listening to his mother's blame, Wang Zijun felt warm in his heart. He walked forward and hugged his mother. He smiled and said: "Mom, I know I was wrong. I made you worry about it. Don't worry, I will definitely do it next time."

Come early."

Hearing the word "next time", Zhao Xuehua's expression became a little strange. Wang Zijun realized that he had made a mistake and stuck out his tongue at his mother naughtily.

"Mom, don't think so wildly. This is purely a slip of the tongue."

"It's not a slip of the tongue, it's okay." Zhao Xuehua said meaningfully, and said to the inside: "Xiao Bei is taking little Bao'er for a nap. Please keep your voice down, so as not to wake the child up."

Wang Zijun nodded and walked over quietly. After gently opening the door, the melodious singing came into his ears. He looked at the TV playing and then at Mo Xiaobei who was looking towards him.

Wang Zijun smiled and said, "Why, isn't Little Bao'er asleep yet?"

Mo Xiaobei was dressed in home clothes and was lying on the bed with a trace of laziness. Seeing Wang Zijun walk in, he shushed softly and lowered his voice: "Your son has developed a bad habit. He has to do it every time he goes to bed.

You have to listen to the music, otherwise you will make a fuss, cry and scream."

Wang Zijun smiled, strolled to Mo Xiaobei's side, glanced at his son who was lying on the blanket and clenching his little fists tightly, and asked softly: "Children just like to hear noises, this doesn't count.

Damn it, this shows that my son is sentimental."

"Your son still has a choice of songs to listen to while sleeping. He doesn't listen to ordinary songs at all, he only listens to Liao Anru's songs." As Mo Xiaobei spoke, he pointed towards the woman who was singing softly on the stage.

Wang Zijun's eyes followed Mo Xiaobei's fingers and looked towards the TV. On the TV screen, he saw Liao Anru, wearing a white dress, softly singing a touching song. And this song was in Jiang Province.

This song has been sung in the north for who knows how many years. When I heard it now, it sounded so familiar to Wang Zijun's ears.

Didn't she just like to sing this song in her ears during the off-season? And after having a son in her previous life, he also used this song as his child's lullaby. But now, everything seems to have been overthrown.

When he came back, he and Liao Anru had become two parallel lines.

But now, his and Mo Xiaobei's son still likes to fall asleep listening to Liao Anru's music. Is all this a coincidence?

Thinking of the past, Wang Zijun's eyes became moist for no reason. He shook his head gently, and then gently embraced Mo Xiaobei, who was looking at him, into his arms. At this moment, he

My mood slowly calmed down, and a real sense of happiness emerged from my heart.

Mo Xiaobei also snuggled quietly in Wang Zijun's arms. Although she didn't know what her husband was thinking, at this time, her face was filled with a satisfied smile.

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Chapter completed!