After both children fell asleep, Fu Nancheng ca over with a grim face: "I’ll take them back to their room."
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont, seeing his unpleasant expression, she had no choice but to advise: "Be gentle."
Fu Nancheng first took Chenchen back, the little guy was sleeping with sweat on his forehead and a red face, but didn’t wake up.
However, when it ca to Qiqi, who looked just like Qiao Mo, as soon as he moved, Qiqi uneasily opened his eyes and whispered, "Daddy."
"Daddy will take you back to your room."
Qiqi shook his head and imdiately began to look for Qiao Mo: "I want mommy..."
Fu Nancheng’s expression darkened slightly, having one punk was bad enough, now there’s another one, does he even have a place in this ho anymore!
"You’re a grown man now, you know?" Fu Nancheng taught in a deep voice.
Qiqi wasn’t as easy to fool as Chenchen, imdiately shaking his head: "I’m not a grown man... I’m a little kid, daddy is the grown man, so daddy shouldn’t fight Qiqi for mommy."
Qiao Mo chuckled softly, watching this father-son duo glare at each other, thinking that sooner or later, Fu Nancheng would have another headache-inducing little nesis.
Fu Nancheng was stumped by Qiqi’s words, his eyes widened further.
These two little rascals!
Do they know he had guarded an empty room for three years, how dare they compete with him for his wife!
While speaking, Qiqi sniffed, eyes turning red, looking at Qiao Mo with grievance: "Mama... does daddy not like ..."
"Qiqi is so pitiful... Qiqi is very sad..."
Saying this, he dropped his head in grievance, his fair little face slightly pouting, like a bullied small bun.
Qiao Mo’s heart softened, she imdiately took him back: "Coincidentally, Chenchen is scared to sleep alone, there’s a bed next door, you can sleep there."
"Mama is so nice!"
Saying this, Qiqi changed his face, tightly clutching Qiao Mo’s neck, unwilling to let go, not forgetting to earnestly plant a kiss.
That kiss made Qiao Mo blossom with joy, where could she even care about the fuming Fu Nancheng next to them.
Fu Nancheng was truly regretting this decision.
Little punk!
Wasn’t he mute? Wasn’t he hurt? Wasn’t he not speaking? Wasn’t he introverted!
Yet here he is, able to fight and kiss!
Showing no signs of being hurt or downcast!
If he’d known earlier, he should have continued letting him be a little mute, what good is speaking? Why open his mouth?
Ultimately, Fu Nancheng had no choice but to go to the next room, accompanying a certain little guy who was clearly not as mature as Qiqi to sleep.
Sleeping on a slightly small children’s bed, Fu Nancheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
But he didn’t realize, this was just the beginning.
The next morning, when Chenchen saw Qiqi waking up snuggled against Qiao Mo, he imdiately didn’t like it, that night both of them clung to Qiao Mo’s bed, refusing to leave.
Fu Nancheng was furious, that night, no matter how Qiqi pretended to be pitiful, without a word, he grabbed Qiqi who rolled and crawled around, and threw him back onto the bed in the next room.
Chenchen trembled with fear, shrank tightly in Qiao Mo’s arms, refusing to leave.
"Mama mama... daddy is so fierce... daddy is so fierce!"
Fu Nancheng returned with a grim face: "Get down!"
Chenchen desperately shook his little head, refusing to get off Qiao Mo.
"Fu Nancheng... what are you doing! They’re still children!" Qiao Mo felt a bit helpless, thinking there weren’t two children at ho, but clearly three!
Fu Nancheng’s anger had no outlet, getting more and more excessive!
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