The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Two children under the age of two play every day except eating. Of course, as time goes by, they will grow up, and there will be a day of understanding.

Wu Xiaomin noticed that the two children had wet their clothes and called for a nanny. The two hugged each of them, took the two troublemakers back to the house, and changed their clothes again.

But in less than a minute, the two little guys ran out again, and also ran to the gate, stood by the iron gate, and kept looking at the distant road. They seem to understand what it is. In the evening, when the sun goes down, they will run to the door because they know that at this time, Dad will definitely come back.

Sure enough, in less than two minutes, a black luxury car drove from a distance.

Seeing the familiar car, the two children waved their little hands and kept yelling at their father.

Mo Yixuan parked the car at the gate. He got out of the car and the tall figure soon covered the little bodies of the two little guys.

He was just off work, and as usual he was wearing a fine suit and a straight suit, looking very handsome. At the age of 29, he looked a bit more mature and temperamental. Since Yuan Yuan returned to Mo's house, his face was not as cold and frosty as a year ago, and he had become much softer.

"Dad ..." As soon as Yuan Yuan saw Dad getting out of the car, he ran away, hugged Dad's leg, raised his small brain, and blinked his eyes.

I also ran along with him, but he just pulled his father's pants, opened his mouth, and yelled his father very quietly, which was far less loud than when he just saw the car.

He bit his lip and didn't smile as happy as Yuan Yuan, and seemed to be afraid of something. After a while, he let go of his little hand, then stood aside, lowered his head and didn't know what to think.

Mo Yixuan reached out and touched Yuan Yuan's little head, his eyes filled with the joy of being a father. He stretched out his wide palm, holding Yuan Yuan, and asked, "Did you eat, Yuan Yuan ..."

Yuanyuan looked at Dad and nodded strongly, but immediately shook his head. No, he didn't eat, he just drank a little milk.

"Daddy, hungry ..." Yuan Yuan patted his belly and told his father that he wanted to eat.

Mo Yixuan looked at the child's cute appearance, and soon a happy smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. He took Yuanyuan to walk inside.

But it was just a few steps, but Yuan Yuan stopped, as if thinking of something, looking back at his little friend Mo Yan.

烨 烨 Still standing at the iron gate at this time, he didn't seem to notice that Dad and Yuanyuan had walked a few meters away, but lowered his head, and pulled a button on the clothes with little hands, not knowing what to do.

"烨 烨 ..." Yuan Yuan couldn't move, waving his small hand, and shouted loudly.

Mo Yixuan noticed that the child he ignored, he turned, his eyebrows were suddenly tight.

He looked at the child's small appearance, and somehow his heart suddenly seemed to be bitten by something, stinging inexplicably.

"Well, come here quickly." He shouted at the child who seemed to be distracted.

烨 烨 Then he looked up, looked at Dad and Yuan Yuan, and walked slowly.

Mo Yixuan stretched out his other hand and also took the child. Although not his own child, the child has been calling his father since he learned to speak.